You know this story the apple tree, the snake. it takes Hope and latin drums to kill a snake don't leave home without your hand drum and you will thrive

Fresh breeze on Lake Superior And waves collide with the shore The sailor must be watching For gusting wind we can’t ignore Loose the main, correct the healing Point the bow to the wind Recognize the peaceful feeling In this sacred…

will you still stand with me?

will you still stand with me?

The other night I was sitting out watching a little fire in my backyard, and thinking about how useless it is to let the past dictate our present and future. This one is dedicated to all of us with relationships in our history that have no place…

So... that harmonic on the last beat before the first verse... Watch out for that puppy. If you've got headphones on that might be a little like an ice pick into your skull. I didn't plan it, I just did it. So... this is song #5 for 50…

Here we go. This one started out one morning several weeks ago when the sun was still shining... If it's as wet and dark as it is here, just close your eyes, I'm sure you can imagine it if you try hard enough... Lollies, chips, and beer…

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…

The desert heat can twist a mode as the ears suffer a mirage . Twist twisted spin in the heat your senses are turned senselessly swirling octaves high Made possible by Gibson’s brilliant P - 90 ‘s

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…