This is a band I was in for almost 9 years. We were called 3 Ton Jack. Played mostly around the Council Bluffs, IA - Omaha, Ne areas. Singer: James Johnston Guitars/backing vocals: Me Guitars: J.C. Leach Bass: John Schrader Drums: Kevin Corum

This is another from my former band 3 Ton Jack. James wrote the first have and I finish the last have. We seemed to be able to do that fairly well on some of our songs. This one actually got some decent air time on the local radio stations.

Another song James and I wrote together almost exactly half and half. Vocals: James Johnston guitars/backing vocals: Me other guitars: JC Leach Bass: John Schrader Drums: Kevin Corum

This was a short singer break (where I do some soloing) in one of our first shows for a Birthday Party out of a garage. We called it Funky Chick for a lack of a better name afterwards. Entirely improvised there on the spot. A this time the line…

This was a performance at a place called the Ranchbowl in Omaha, Ne nd yes it was a bowling alley as well. We had some friends in the crowd in this one, you might be able to hear them. :) I believe this was the first and only time we performed…

from the album "the Hardest Blow" featuring vocals from Dana Detrick-Clark I can't see your sorrow, innocent and blind Better luck tomorrow, leave this all behind I think I'm feeling something, but I'm not sure what it is Maybe you could…

from the album "the Hardest Blow" featuring vocals from Dana Detrick-Clark I can't see your sorrow, innocent and blind Better luck tomorrow, leave this all behind I think I'm feeling something, but I'm not sure what it is Maybe you could…

RPM 2011 Wait for the room to focus Feeling around for closure The whiteness of my skin The pale reflecting eyes The beaty of total darkness Move to the door and open Room after room of sorrow Breathing through your mouth Flooding from your eyes…

rpm 2011 Like to feel the falling rain Shed my brittle skin Maybe hard enough to face tomorrow Find out soon enough, find out soon enough And the river is clean enough to touch And it washes away the bitterness Cleaner than the falling snow Melting…

The same name calls me father Reject the pharaohs promise Hit one and feign the other Another pyramid to build The sky rejects the other Full frontal luminescent Hit twice but feeling nothing Another suicide dispenser Feel smaller shame the pathetic…