Wrote this one late evening, during an impromtu outdoor concert on the farm in Oregon. I was sitting on the knoll, at the outer edge of a circle of oaks and maples, looking out over the fields, meadows, and the woods beyond, that formed a natural…

Steve and I on a Sunday afternoon jam. haven't changed it a lick. Minimally processed it. I liked the openess of it, so I left it alone. Went to Crater Lake, and found this songs home. Played it to the stars the moon and the waters, as the moon…

What can I say? well, thanks for the comments! It still amzes me that my solitary style (when the whole song is me myself and I) makes it over to you all. And that you "get" what I try to do in the arranging, that it's ok to emphasize the mood…

http://www.jango.com/music/Rox Hi guys, just a little shameless self promotion. we've changed our name to Rox. We're on jango.com being played live (based on large numbers of hits) We can continue being played for free if we continue getting…

We all live on one planet, and on this planet we ARE the indigenous peoples. The rest is just intellectual self petting if you know what I mean. When I'm feeling frustrated with the human race, I return to the roots. I read once in a novel on…

The Music tells the story. we all carry our true selves inside, and experience those who would tell us we are someone else. take this home, light a candle, dance widdershins, blow some smoke to the six directions.... and be free

Ok, everybody. I hope you can hang in there on this one. Yes it's longer. This is the fruit of Steve and my's first collaboration. He'd heard me do this at a party, got in touch with me, and said, "I'd like to collaborate on this, if you're okay…

Well, hot summer night. Beautiful woman dancing in the moonlight, (the goddesses knew what they were doing, a man doesn't stand a chance against this), knees going weak.... hearts' pounding...head spinning = new song. (Love was already there…

I was dreaming one night, and this song came, it was part of what I was going through in the dream. I woke up with the emotion, the words, and the melody still going. Got out of bed (Like 4AM! ugh!) went down to the studio and recorded the melody…

I'm including this, beacause I want to be able to say, and demonstrate, just what Steve Buzzell, my musical partner and collaborator means to several of the songs that are either here already, or will follow. This is all Steve. In all the songs…

This recording has been through hell, pretty much like I was when I wrote this: It was recorded written and played by me, on a fostex four track. At the time even true love had let me down, and decided its dreams "for" me were more important than…

This is just the beginning on this song. We haven't put the bridge in yet, it was a jam between Steve and I (Steve played that awesome Sax track, and about three guitar parts, organ..)It was just too much fun, but still... undone.

Simple little song. My view on how love really falls apart. Last verse is in my opinion an add-on. I wrote it after the rest, at the behest of someone who thought it was too "un-hopeful". It may have been a goood thing.

This is probably to personal, to raw to put here, but I've been listening to some pretty courageous stuff here in alonetone. This is more of an occurence, a onetime performance, more of a memorial, than a recording. My dad had died recently, I…

The Dance moves in all of us. It's our inner nature, our link to the universe, and greatly submerged and denied. The Dance: The dance commences, pulse fills our senses, To lead us to where we begin…

I know, I know, this one is so unlike all my other stuff. It's hard to believe a raggedy road warrior has this kind of thing in him, but, it's true. I used to wander the wild lands of the west, the red buttes and the lonesome peaks. In my dreams…

Well, the truth is I run a little hot. I think maybe all artists do. Creative fire is creative fire. Sorry about the vocals here, this is the scratch track, didn't have time to lay down the real thing before the clock struck twelve and I turned…

There was a time, when I stood in one place, and time, space, and place... stretched in all directions, and could be walked, or traveled. Returning to here I found, getting on with it, was completely different. After enlightenment, there is the…

You live long enough... you take some real hits. And the only way to get on, is, to, "Pick myself up, walk down the long long road". Lifes real easy when it's all theoretical, but it's never been lived until the theories and philosophies are trashed…