Feels like a lifetime ago that I wrote this back in 2002; sometimes it's good to remember .

I was thumbing a ride along a hot, deserted Caribbean road. When Steve pulled up in this vintage pre-war Chevy, I was very grateful. It just so happened he was heading to the same cantina I was, so we kicked back with a pitcher of mojitos…

This song is about 4 NASA interns who stole moon rocks, and got busted selling them online...

This song ties in with a novel I hope to finish before the world ends... The story is about two elite secret society brats that sail a plastic boat out to the great garbage patch, only to discover a new ecosystem of advanced life, made entirely…

Here's a recent poem of mine, set over a bed of house...

Guess where this story came from? (c) 2012 T.A.Beckett I really don't like your grandmother. Those teeth, that nose And that nasty disposition. Keeps givin' me that hungry eye And that awkward proposition. "Come closer, much closer…

I put locking tuners and flat wound chrome strings on my 17 edo axe. Oh and I quieted the hum quite a bit. There will be more coming. Been a busy week - I think this is the first music I've made all week. I'm outta practice. A whirl with the whammy…

The theme for Improv Friday this week is "variations". So here's an improv reconstruction of the one classical piece I know, Bach's Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring.

From the RPM 2010 album.