A song about clique-ish behavior.

When it's over, start again and keep on rolling.

A journey through life and to the West Coast.

Folk instrumental titled after a place in Missouri where loved ones lie in rest.

A lot of songs come to me while driving on trips. I can hear them mostly completed. The song will tell you how it wants to be written.

Two hours before morning light Highway signs go by all night Open window to catch the breeze Helps me clear my cluttered mind Road noise rumbling through the floor Been on this road once or twice before My mind is racing up ahead Leaving…

Totally free somewhere between Derek Bailey and probably bunch of crap but it's an improv on a Friday for an ImprovFriday event.

free play fretless electric.