Never forget the simple pleasure of just listening to music. I wrote a whole album about it a few years ago called The Lost Art Of Listening. This one's about how a song can simultaneously take you away from the concerns of life, yet make you…

What else can be said of the last 12 months? Everybody wants a piece of my time. Get in line. The riff came first and I walked around for days just banging it out non-stop. Hammer-ons for fun and pleasure...

Originally I had a Motown idea in mind, and I kept my stomping and clapping, but the song seemed to lend itself to a more spacey-synthey feel, so I ran with it. I also am hinting a tiny (very tiny) bit at Joe Jackson's band's backing vocal styles…

Well, I sent this simple little arrangement off to Jana to see what he thought it needed. When he suggested a uke, I said "Go for it!" He was right... Can't thank him enough for his contribution. HERE WE ARE TODAY How can it be so…

The title track. At one point I had visions of everyone singing at the end of the album (and thank you to those of you that did), but I just couldn't get it to sound right (I don't really know what I'm doing after all). So instead of voices…

Well, screw the metronome, damn the torpedoes, and grab a capo! Sometimes the best versions are the ones played fast and loose. Hope you enjoy this song adapted from one of my all-time favorite poems (I'm a bit biased since my dad wrote it…

Gotta take care of 'em until they can take care of themselves, gang. GUARDIAN ANGEL Keith Landry: Vocals, Guitar Liam Byrne: Drums Brian Martin: Bass So you thought you could handle Whatever the world threw your way Now you're…

Ever been hypnotized? No? Let me ask you something... Have you ever been so in love that you did things you otherwise wouldn't have done? So let me ask you again. Ever been hypnotized? CLAP THREE TIMES Keith Landry: Vocals, Guitars…

Yes, I really did see the old Ford years later. HERE AT LAST Keith Landry: Vocals, Guitar Liam Byrne: Drums Brian Martin: Bass They say the good times are gone And they ain't coming back They say it's been too long And we're way…

How’s the saying go, isn’t it an echo or a stain But words get telephoned, caught up in some other’s long refrain Heavens catch your gaze, barter for your faith, how pretty the horizon How far does it go, the unintended consequence of sight…