Never, never again. How many times have we all uttered that statement the "morning after?" This song explores the regrets from the night before and blames it all on "devil drink cider called Johnny Jump Up".

Never, never again. How many times have we all uttered that statement the "morning after?" This song explores the regrets from the night before and blames it all on "devil drink cider called Johnny Jump Up".

Contrary to public opinion, the term "The Holy Ground" doesn't refer to the Emerald Isle. Nope. It's the name of a whore house that Irish sailors would visit. The Irish have quite a sense of humor...!

Contrary to public opinion, the term "The Holy Ground" doesn't refer to the Emerald Isle. Nope. It's the name of a whore house that Irish sailors would visit. The Irish have quite a sense of humor...!

Straight ahead stone city electric blues for an old friend who used to spend hours spinning BB King and Mike Bloomfield records for me. Recorded back sometime at the end of 2006 on old analog equipment

A simple solo acoustic guitar track for a dear departed four legged friend. Written 2005. Recorded Jan 9 2009.

tall drink of water, short blonde hair flash you a smile like she just don't care sharp as a razor as right as rain ask me again and I'll tell you the same don’t forget her name, Melissa boys come running when she's around then she crushes a cigarette…

hey boy, the waters calm and glassy hey boy, the wind has died away hey boy, the sun is up and rising it's another, another perfect day hey boy, better grab your pail and shovel hey boy, and build your castle high hey boy, don't forget the moat…

hey boy, the waters calm and glassy hey boy, the wind has died away hey boy, the sun is up and rising it's another, another perfect day hey boy, better grab your pail and shovel hey boy, and build your castle high hey boy, don't forget the moat…

here, this place, the magic is all around us feel, the breeze, carry away your sorrows feel, the sand, warm and soft beneath us see, the light, fading across the water another day slips away here, in paradise touch, the water, cool and wet…