Another Live performance with former band mates in Scartaglen back in 1988 on the NPR show Mountain Stage. This time a piece of Gaelic mouth music followed by 3 reels. Maybe the most complex arrangement of a set of tunes that we ever did.

Here's Number 9 for the RPM Challenge nearly finished writing ....then i'll try to clean them up a bit if i have time....i dragged Elvis out again for this one and tried to play my uncles Harmonica he left me for the first time......... Are you…

Well you knew he would be in the end.. .i liked the song but not the way it was performed so here's Take 2...... Going to hell in a rowing boat (Lyrics) Im Going off to hell in a rowing boat He’s going to hell in a rowing boat Im Going to…

W/M by Tharek Mokbul -Lyrics- When the world is in battle, It grows hard to see, The fights that occur within lines. Constant distraction dispensed From the top of the castle With oil down its sides. All of the effort now wasted…

Well E did a drums and vocal down the cellar early this morning............ A Love That Is Real i know that love can be lonely i know that love can be cruel i know what i want and i know what your love so don’t be so cold, lady don’t be so…

Life comes Tumbling down (Lyrics) I have the moon up there and the stars behind got my thoughts in my head and my memories make me blue living with those memories every day yeah they keep me alive inside since my life came tumbling down yeah…

rpm #3,, from a future themed piece to be called "the dark doll house" a place where yellow orange light drifts through soft gray curtains,,far away a child's laugh echos down the stair case,,

#4 for the RPM Challenge. Have you heard this melody before? This is one of those where I wonder if I've unconsciously "borrowed" something from someone. Translation: the Fly Boat, like the tourist boats that ply the river Seine and their bright…

This song is inspired by the struggles currently going on in Syria....here are the lyrics: Out in the streets, an awakening has begun You brandish posters, they point a gun Scrawled on the pavement with blood and tears Says we the people…

1pm on Sunday. I'm not back in work until Tuesday. We've just had a delicious roast dinner that I cooked, and the glass of wine we had with it is helping it go down. As a crisp February sun twinkles through the window I realise that for the first…