Can't help but wonder... WHEN I'M GONE You spend your whole life writing the words Find the right way to say 'em and never get heard The soul of an artist, laughing and crying Here to sing to the world or die trying I woke up this…

Just a delicate little instrumental. Took my time getting it right, because, well, there was nowhere to be that day. Or any day after that. Or any day after that...

Where it all began. THE PERFECT CRIME When you told me you'd be leaving Without even telling him goodbye I couldn't stop smiling all that evening The closest I've been to being high Now you've got my poor mind racing Trying to keep…

The music came first. I don't know where the words came from. LEAVE ME ALONE Looks like you found me after so damn long My papers around me, my sanity gone Why do you hound me from dusk till dawn Still trying to drown me - how'd you get…

It was a rough year. This instrumental is pretty much how it felt. I'm sure you can relate.

I'm betting we all wrote a pandemic song or two this year. As of the time I uploaded this song, I haven't seen my parents in eleven months, and I haven't seen my sisters in thirteen. ON THE MOON So, the word came down from the group home…

You never know where a song will come from. Literally, someone mentioned to Alyssa that I could play guitar. The song just took over from there. ALYSSA Someone mentioned to Alyssa That I could play guitar And now I'm trying to be What…

How it must feel to be owned by the musical machine. BLEEDING OUT You didn't know me, lured me in like a tease And now that you own me, you can play me whenever you please Why did I ever let you into my soul Now I know you'll never let…

Written and recorded as part of our family RPM project this year. :-D 13 year old Jasmine on vocals and ukulele. We wrote and recorded 10 songs under the name Cattica. It was just the best month of lockdown imaginable.