There was only one helping of biscuits and gravy left, which I warmed up for my son, who stormed out the door stating emphatically that he was off to join the Navy instead of going to school and so there I was, having gained a good breakfast while…

There was only one helping of biscuits and gravy left, which I warmed up for my son, who stormed out the door stating emphatically that he was off to join the Navy instead of going to school and so there I was, having gained a good breakfast while…

Just a little vocal valentine. Improvised.

This is a page from my "sketchbook". I regularly sit with a guitar and just let the flow of thoughts drift up in words and progressions. I will rather "surf" an idea that arises on some set of words, but I don't "control" much of this. So it's…

Another page from my "sketchbook". This is typical. Not much detail. But a real feeling or two emerges. Like a potters perfectly turned shard or the poet's beautiful line that she's never found more words to join with...

Performed on Fender Mustang, Casio CZ-101 (keys, bass, percussion), vocal. Recorded via overdubbing on two cassette decks with 4 mono input radio shack mixer with radio shack 10 band graphic equalizer. Written in the years of Ronald Reagen's…