Just one of those passing moods. Just finished today - august 2 2009. I resisted the temptation to try to develop it any further and just let it be what it is

A bit of fun for the holiday. This one features guest vocalist R.I.P otherwise known as the cheap battery powered talking tombstone

Several years ago I had a short lived duo with an oboe and English horn player named Nat. This is a demo from that period. It's an old old chord progression of mine that never really had a melody and Nat improvised this melody in the studio to…

Solo acoustic finger picking thing I've been working on for a while. Sometime around 1968 I started studying with Mr. George Bennett who taught me the rudiments of finger picking. Later when we played some gigs together he also taught me the rudiments…

I'm a complete idiot when it comes to all things midi related. Recently got myself a midi keyboard though and came up with this short piece just messing with sounds in Proteus. Really looking forward to the possibilities of combining this sort…

Rough sketch of a proposed dreamy 12 string piece that I couldn't pull off on the 12 string so did this quick electric version with vocal pads. Not sure of the recording quality- sounds OK in my cans and kinda crappy on my monitors. Recorded march…

Similar in feel to the other Fragile Moment track. Mostly acoustic guitars recorded sitting in my shop on the H4N and then finished up in Cubase just this morning. September 9 09. Maybe a nice one for bedtime

Solo acoustic guitar recorded January 2nd 2009. Hope to do a longer more developed version at some point ,but for now just a short version to learn more about using new DAW software.

On Growing Old by John Masefield - an excerpt read by F. Scott Fitzgerald in 1940, the year of Scott's death. >Be with me, Beauty, for the fire is dying; My dog and I are old, too old for roving. Man, whose young passion sets the…

On Growing Old by John Masefield - an excerpt read by F. Scott Fitzgerald in 1940, the year of Scott's death. >Be with me, Beauty, for the fire is dying; My dog and I are old, too old for roving. Man, whose young passion sets the…