I love you; I don't love you...

A song about how playing music puts you in good standing with the ladies.

A song about how playing music puts you in good standing with the ladies.

From the RPM 2010 album.

A partial re-write and full re-record of my teacher's protest song.

A song of love, loss, and unrelenting hatred for those pin-striped S.O.B.'s. WARNING: You might hear an occasional F-bomb.

Hey, it's good to let people know you miss 'em.

Written for a friend from days long past working in special needs summer camps... Now she's raising an autistic son, and doing an amazing job of it. Still, none of it's fair.

Another "oldie but goodie" that had never really gotten the love it deserved... The original version came in at over six minutes (and even I recognize in looking back that it was WAY too long).