"In 1992, I had my head cracked open by a guy with brass knuckles on Payne's Creek Road in Red Bluff, California. I believe his name was Mickey Cortez and he was with a guy named Jason Berg and a few other guys. I was very nearly killed and I…

"Perhaps the greatest Walt Whitman/Englebert Humperdinck-influenced hymn of denial I have ever heard. I wrote it just for that reason, here is a guy, or gal, saying that every unacceptable thing they ever did was for their girlfriend/boyfriend…

The Dean of Rhythm, Brother Kevin John Kenny, has been a long-time advocate of this song that chronicles what was going on in the world of San Francsco mixed-use commercial-residential zoned building in the late 1990s.

A further elaboration of Nick Ciampi's classic tune "Coke Valley." Features references to a classic Ned Beaty movie that has caused generations of young men to pucker any time they hear the work "SQUEEL" or the phrase "purty mouth."

This one was written on a train in 1999. I was "Feeling like Rome after the Gallic sack...."

Recorded by Dave Greenburg at Boomtown in Sausalito, Ca. on 4/19/2000.

Fiction, but barely. Possibly the greatest song ever written about Proberta, Ca.

Dedicated to Meca.com.

Written in Belgium recorded in Redding. A true story in it's entirety.

"As a result of events immorialized later, in the song 'South Street Exit,' I went through an existential meltdown after almost going to meet Elvis on 101 North of Paso. 'Exit Interview With Charlie Rose' is a song spurred Chris Bianco's recollection…

Another true tale. This one chronicling the turning point in my life: getting nearly-killed with brass knuckles on Paine's Creek Road in Red Buff. Ca. in 1992.

This one is a true story. It's all true and I take delight in being able to sing the line "I was almost hit by a tan sedan the morning after the night we lost the van."

This chord progression came to me along with the title. I had no lyrics until I met Zeldar from Gamma Quadrant at the Nation's on Webster Street in Alameda, Ca. This might be my pop song....

I wrote this one about mysterious singer who used to busk at a gas station in Redding. It was his scene and he played it like he owned it.He had a song called "Concrete Mana" and another one called "Luanne" that I wish I had recorded.

This is a song about an unknown girl in an mysterious painting....

"This song is real. I had this nagging sense that I needed to write a song about it and I kept dragging my feet. It came out at the end of the first recording session, lyrics only. Very painful and very powerful to write: it was a cosmic moment…

When the times get tough and you begin to hit bottom, keep the faith: you must be living somebody else's dream. "Herman Cian's smoking ad, the Occupation movement, Prii and boots, a potential financial index relating to the height of women…

"Want to write a shout-out to Jimmy Six-Pence or Vic Swankly and let some of that off your chest for awhile? Don't think about it, just trust yourself to find it: it's your damn song, who's going to know if you messed it up. Drive on, Soldier…

"Remember that song you wrote about 25 different summer nights in Chico? Tin Pan Alley it and make sure you throw some Smiths references in there. You always loved Morrissey. You thought to call it 'Red Cups in the Kitchen' way before that Koby…