Along with her magnificent harmonizing vocal tracks, Inge sent me one track which was crashed by her 2-year old son Willem. He pretty much takes over the whole operation at about 3:00. In the background you can hear the original rough vocals…

Well, screw the metronome, damn the torpedoes, and grab a capo! Sometimes the best versions are the ones played fast and loose. Hope you enjoy this song adapted from one of my all-time favorite poems (I'm a bit biased since my dad wrote it…

Sometimes you need to stay up late to try to force yourself to dream. When I wrote this song (and started singing it a bit), I knew that my voice could never give it what it needed... So I turned it over to one Sister Savage... And she did…

Well, I sent this simple little arrangement off to Jana to see what he thought it needed. When he suggested a uke, I said "Go for it!" He was right... Can't thank him enough for his contribution. HERE WE ARE TODAY How can it be so…

facedown far from only, every bit the proper gent feeling very tiny, kindly pass along a hand and please stifle the laughter as I crown the better man borrowing the gibberish, this continental drift line up the idiots and choose your tool…

I almost thought I knew it, so very close to space and time it almost makes me lose my mind 2 seconds closer to the, the moment fleeting thoughts are mine so far away, so close grasping, the memory, the secret, divine I never knew that someday…

hazy, green eyes, growing thinking harder than I can narrow down the choices, simply eliminate the obvious obsessions eliminate come together we'll see if it gets any better cause forever, is forever and ever staring at barely and missing beaming…

all the pounding waves drowning out the sound the sound is poison diving down below sinking very slow drown away the sound if I, can't make it stop your soliloquy I feel the death inside me in this succession the still and quiet I will succumb…

the ever growing night hides the sight of your sleeping body and slide right in next to you and try my best to hold you tightly just an hour earlier so hard to hear above the screaming and left alone at 1 a.m. this futile gesture lost in dreaming…

the future is uncertain as certain people know the road behind as vague as the one before us certain singularities seem less certain every day the road less traveled once so clear has simply gone away check the compass, check the atlas, wish upon…