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April 1983 Sitting in the living room with nothing to do. It was my day off, the (then) wife was at work and the babies were sleeping. It had been four years since I had begun to teach myself how to play guitar. I wanted to do something more…

Love of my mom...true feelings.

The wonderful MN songwriters helped take a bite out of the January cold on Tuesday night this week and added some amazing depth to Singing in the Silence - We were as usual, recording on a little TASCAM around my coffee table. We had lots of…

Just a little piano improvisation.

A tune i revisit every few years. (First came up with this chord progression about twenty years ago now...)

Just ukulele, bass, and drums. Nothing too special, but i like it.

…he understood that more nothing is necessary; it already here, now // peace of mind, confidence and clear vision of the purpose of existence // he took a deep breath and swam down the river... /for all the people

At the crossroads, with the only loved. Where art thou, mein lieber Augustin? Will we see you again? --- Für Fenella Humphreys, a classical artist.

At the crossroads, with the only loved. Where art thou, mein lieber Augustin? Will we see you again? --- Für Fenella Humphreys, a classical artist.