Well it's been a long while (as seems to be the pattern lately) and I was inspired by Greg and Ron's new songs.... Then I saw a lovely note from the Proods saying "I must have been writing during this crazy time" - so I had to respond with something…

A post on the Facebook RPM group featured a quote from an aging Dave Grohl complaining about Kids These Days and Their Terrible Music, pointing out that the current number-one song was about someone's butt. So, I wrote a song about my butt…

There is actually a LOT of goose poop at my office park, but I opted to use the joke title referring to my favorite Beach Boys song. FWIW, the drum loops came from https://www.organicdrumloops.com/

This song is for everyone who has failed at their Assertiveness Training. Lyrics: Sittin Spinnin Doin evrythin but winnin Startin to talk but instead I cough like an angel hell-bent on sinnin Moanin Groanin fightin with my demon…

Wrote this as a thank-you to someone who has been very kind to me, and who REALLY likes photography. Lyrics: Waking up on a dreary morn Eatin a big bowl of flakes of corn Read a text at 9 am 55 minutes or the chance will end R…

Wrote this one from an interesting perspective. Found a nice little hook and didn't mess with it - sometimes sparse arranging is best. TOO LATE Time had a funny way of passing That time I first looked in your eyes I thought it might be…

Just a little instrumental. HYGGE /ˈh(y)o͞oɡə,ˈho͝oɡə/ noun: hygge A quality of coziness and comfortable conviviality that engenders a feeling of contentment or well-being (regarded as a defining characteristic of Danish culture).

Welcome to my RPM album. The line "You might not get what you want - You'll get what you deserve" came to me without me truly understanding it. By the time I finished recording the album, it all made sense. WHAT YOU DESERVE Is this what…

Tried to open Pandora’s chest in the moonlight Dragged the dull blade of my swiss army knife Soon discovered there’s no heart where it should be Yet I still feel X always marks the spot It’s automatic, flip to panic Pins and needles, drink…

It’s a Parthian Shot, from my head to my heart Another night gone between the dusk until the dawn I’m sending a signal flare up A fever dream but it’s real I’m asleep at the wheel It seems every time that my body breaks down I’m sending…