I heard a great song by a songwriter from the island of Java while eating at an Ethiopian restaurant once. The feel of the song struck a chord in me and several weeks later this song poured out as a response to his beautiful island music.

I wrote this for a friend of mine who was very special to me. It chronicles a period of time in which we both were quite innocent and learning about ourselves. This one bounced around inside of me for many years...This is a just a shadow of what…

A playful tune made up on the spot as a studio demonstration. Really quite silly! If you listen closely you can hear my wife questioning the use of the small diaphragm mic on the vocal track.

The doctor has told thetworegs something they don't want to hear. So they funk it out........ RPM2011

Regs therapy is going well. Reg remembers some stories his Uncle Sam told him as a young man. Reg hasn't had a drink for a month now and his head is starting to clear.He has decided to visit Uncle Sam as it has been quite a few years and hopefully…

I'm sill looking for better lyrics for this but i like listening to it. EDIT i found them - see v2 It's been up at the Challenge site for a few days so i thought it ought to be up here too

Final version it needs a fiddle but it has a mandolin, a chicken banjo and some excellent backing vocalists my third demo for RPM 2011 The cat's in the window and the rabbit's in the hutch goat's in the meadow just a-chewin on the…

Final version An unaccompanied song about bedtime. Not a lullaby though. Oh no! What does anyone think of the 'cat's moustache' line - it seems like that's a make or break call right there and i like it when i read it but it's hard to sing without…

Final version of this tune - voice and guitar, banjoe accompaniment i'm still getting used to this new mic and finding my voice sounds different with or i'm singing differently because of it. So .. feedback appreciated, and if you like it…

Final version One of my heroes. Willie McTell was blind from birth and travelled all over the south in the thirties at a time when many people would never go more than 20 miles from their home. Plus nobody sings the blues quite like him…