I played this song at the Minnesota Association of Songwriters last month and asked them to critique it. They said it had too many chord changes.

Old Age is a bitch..... As this game of truth, slowly fills up with lies As the happy ever after gets more and more disguised The inner truth will pull the mind closed tight As we introduced ourselves to the end of the night Somedays…

LANCASTER STREET Midnight in Cowtown. 90 degrees Too hot for a blanket. Too hot for a sheet The trash on the sidewalk is trying to sleep Breathing the bus fumes on Lancaster Street Sunshine brings tacos. Sunshine brings beans. Sunshine…

If you don't like me, I understand If you are tired of me, I understand This won't be the first time It won't be the last Yes, you are sorry, I understand Yes, you feel guilty. I understand But don't say, "I love you," as you walk out…

I have always loved this poem by Robert Frost. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening BY ROBERT FROST Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods…

All hail the coochie! Havin some fun with a Muddy Waters classic.

I did this recording a couple years ago. I always loved the way Jimi did it. Tried to capture some of that here.

I did this recording a couple years ago. I always loved the way Jimi did it. Tried to capture some of that here.

A Dave Mason classic done in the style or Parliament Funkadelic.