Time heals all wounds and holds the secret to what will be.

About February everyone in Central New York State feels this way.

Extravagant and clean and practised, oh, so very well, they pose and fall and knead and climb, unclothed yet practical. The ceiling sets the scene and I am reminded not to go. I'm at the mercy of this posthumous woe. Never seen again…

Some early memories of the Houston Astrodome.

A short acoustic improv in DGDGBD capo (III) across strings 2-6.

cigar box guitar

Music by Trevitte Brown. Lyrics by Me. I tried to sing it, but it was too high, so Trev did. An old-fashioned Christmas hymn-style song. Lyric: Even though it's christmas Doesn't seem like Christmas Money's always tight here round…

This is another song originally written in a country music vein, but through the 12 step process it's been reformed. The lyrics came from a night at a bar where I noticed a young woman who was trying too hard to have fun. She looked much too…

This is another song originally written in a country music vein, but through the 12 step process it's been reformed. The lyrics came from a night at a bar where I noticed a young woman who was trying too hard to have fun. She looked much too…

This is another song originally written in a country music vein, but through the 12 step process it's been reformed. The lyrics came from a night at a bar where I noticed a young woman who was trying too hard to have fun. She looked much too…