Believe it or not, this track was written as a pretty tame little song... Then I put new strings on the guitar and it simply refused to be played slow. Enjoy it for the drive and energy. Listen to the lyrics. For whatever reason, I hope you…

Hiking in Rocky Mountain National Park, the opening melodies to this song found their way into my head... A song of hiking, love, and life... Won't you come with me on the trail?

Wrote it over a decade ago, rewrote it five years ago, recorded it last year with the help of little sis Karen. "I'm not supposed to be down south. Take me north."

A few years back (when I lived it Texas), I drove out to an open field to watch the Geminids meteor shower... I really need to remember to look up at the night sky more often. The Showers of December Lying flat on my back Looking…

So I dropped the guitar into DADGAD tuning for the first time, threw a capo on the third fret, rifled off something nice, and sent it to Movement to Contact for his contribution, got it back, did some mixing... Here is the result. YOU NEED…

The contrast of this aging "summer boy" and his outdoors-loving daughter who is more than happy to run out into the cold. Late December Late December The nights get so long Turning embers In the dark before dawn Late December For…

Sometimes you need to stay up late to try to force yourself to dream. When I wrote this song (and started singing it a bit), I knew that my voice could never give it what it needed... So I turned it over to one Sister Savage... And she did…

Well, this may be the final tweaking of this nice little sing along song... I sent this fun little sing along off to Jim of MTC fame, and once again he has outdone himself... And I can't thank him and his wife (who appears covertly) enough…

Gather 'round the bonfire for some sh*t-kicking New England bluegrass, boys and girls! Feel free to sing along! Massachusetts Born so near the ocean I can taste it Summer's so damn short you don't dare to waste it I've seen the Northern…

JUST AS WELL Why is youth so beautiful And why’s it always wasted on the young When did my days go flying by So many passes of the sun There’s so much I could tell you So much I’d like to say It might be just as well You never heard…