I wrote this one yesterday. A little something to bring hope for the future.... there's always time to begin anew. Thanks to Greg Connor and Mark Lofgren for their wonderful guitars and vocals on this one - recorded yet again around my kitchen…

the high handed enemy

Explains itself.

When my kids were babies, my Dad always used to hum a little tune when he was carrying them and trying to settle them down... it's the sweetest, lilting sound, I've hummed it all my life, always thinking of my Dad when it was in my head. I've…

My father loved to play his jazz records I used to love to share that with my pops

For Choir Humility Do Not Come to You Bet you do not know what I do what I am doing what I m doing Bet you do not understand Yes I realize that you think you think you are so big and its hollow the night you stand Humility…

Another late night session in a dark blue-ish cloud.

This is my first collaboration with the talented SLKrell! He had a reggae song called "Rancho Raggae" posted a couple of weeks ago in need of a lyric, so I asked If I could write some for it, and poof whala!! Here it is! Thanks Slkrell for the…

I wrote this song as a way to process some of the feelings of sadness, dismay, anger, fear and love that were brewing inside my heart this past week. I live in Minneapolis, where the terrible killing of George Floyd occurred, and the subsequent…