Conga improvisation. 4/4 200bpm

A song I wrote today. Was done fairly quickly. Slightly different from the stuff i've been doing lately. I try to breathe But the air has turned to dust I try to see But my eyes have started to rust I scratch your name Into the flesh covering…

This is a feeble attempt to play some classical Spanish guitar. It took two takes, to make one guitar part, haha. I am no Tommy Emmanuel, and that will be obvious when you listen to this one.

This song was inspired by the heavy rains of the past two days, and my wife and I biding our time waiting for them to subside a bit so we could leave the house. The guitar is my old Alvarez classical with a microphone, then run through my RP350…

She Was From The Stars

A Ship Of Dreams And Despair

Yum Yum Yum

A delusional "wife" calls to get advice from Dr. Laura. Another illustration of how an ignorant spouse cannot make a marriage work because of stubbornness and immaturity.

Marooned

A delusional "wife" calls to get advice from Dr. Laura. Another illustration of how an ignorant spouse cannot make a marriage work because of stubbornness and immaturity.