a noodle that couldn't be left alone......Poor old Reg.......

Okay Andrew R. , this ones for you bud. Had a little fun with it in the intro. That was the surprise. I put the bass line down and arranged the drums Saturday morning and returned later that night about 10:00 pm . I worked until 2 am and laid…

This was a one of the versions of Stay I was working on from a year and a half ago. I put a mic in a narrow hall way closet and went in recorded the guitar and vocal simultaneously. Hoping to get a break in the action and get one of my new songs…

I threw this one together tonite/early am...yawnnnnn. Not an exact replica but always a tribute to Jimi's music. I was originally turned on to do this by some new free vst effects I found on the net. A cool fuzz face vst that is very realistic…

This is the third, maybe forth time I recorded this tune. I like this one best. taken by surprise a fine disguise they came from across the sea always moving closer my eyes could see then they called in the calvary First just a…

Poor old Reg still meeting the wrong women .....even when his playing the £16 special......... Stabbed with the Dagger of Truth (Lyrics) i met her out in the darkness her eyes burned a beautiful blue i was the shy disturbed on the loose Just been…

So I was locked in the broom-cupboard, checking out some old songs that need recording. I'd just picked one and then suddenly this thing came out of nowehere. It started with one of those guitarist doodles that other musicians love so much…

New original from me, hot off the old wotsit. When it was half written yesterday, I was considering binning it as a throwaway exercise - I do that quite often. But I played the songwriting demo to someone else and, er, apparently I should finish…

The single coil sound of my new used PRS guitar just got me in the funk. Had this partial riff on a Sony walkman from 10 years ago, decided to fill it out a little.

So, I'll drink up, beautiful, I'll leave bottles, up and down the coast, When I get to that light house, I'll burn it down, and laugh. Skeletons rise up to meet me, In a place where the waves touch the beach, And hollowed bones, broken…