So ... While we were picking out names to call our little band to compete with the big boys next summer the name "Prison House Band" came up. After a few laughs it was voted down abruptly but it stirred something inside. Here is my first jail…

Hi gang. The Proods are back....Brian at the helm this time. Our methodology is thus....one of the 4 of us introduce a song, and then we'll bang out a finished track in under an hour with as few over-dubs as possible. This one we put some effort…

It was 3 degrees this morning and with a new/used dulcimer in the house, well, the only thing to do is write a song. _______________________________________________ As I wake up to a cold winter morning Frosty windows receive the sunshine…

well this will be kind of random for my listeners... but what the "hey" as they say! In a bit of a writing desert lately, but had a lovely walk two days ago, and got inspired by the sounds coming from newly frozen ice with at least 1000 migrating…

Sometimes writing a song is the very best and only thing you can do.... Cold Winter Moon Oh cold winter moon And the wind that blows Bring me a change For my weary soul Take away this longing That fills my heart Something is over…

Written for an upcoming Blues competition as one of several songs being considered for the contest. I sprung this on my friend Chris, without warning last night and pushed the record button. _________________________________________ She starts…

Sometimes writing a song is the very best and only thing you can do.... Cold Winter Moon Oh cold winter moon And the wind that blows Bring me a change For my weary soul Take away this longing That fills my heart Something is over…

Been busy all week preparing for the winter weather and getting stuff ready for the horses and sheep to see them through winter. But with the torrential rain today i thought a guitar day was to be and this came out…

This song was a favorite of a dear friend we lost a year ago. It felt like a good song to practice the piano. This was the first try -- not that it was good, but it just kept getting worse. The vocals sound distant because they are... the microphone…

Written for an upcoming Blues competition as one of several songs being considered for the contest. I sprung this on my friend Chris, without warning last night and pushed the record button. _________________________________________ She starts…