This is probably to personal, to raw to put here, but I've been listening to some pretty courageous stuff here in alonetone. This is more of an occurence, a onetime performance, more of a memorial, than a recording. My dad had died recently, I…

We all live on one planet, and on this planet we ARE the indigenous peoples. The rest is just intellectual self petting if you know what I mean. When I'm feeling frustrated with the human race, I return to the roots. I read once in a novel on…

Well, hot summer night. Beautiful woman dancing in the moonlight, (the goddesses knew what they were doing, a man doesn't stand a chance against this), knees going weak.... hearts' pounding...head spinning = new song. (Love was already there…

Ok, everybody. I hope you can hang in there on this one. Yes it's longer. This is the fruit of Steve and my's first collaboration. He'd heard me do this at a party, got in touch with me, and said, "I'd like to collaborate on this, if you're okay…

Steve and I on a Sunday afternoon jam. haven't changed it a lick. Minimally processed it. I liked the openess of it, so I left it alone. Went to Crater Lake, and found this songs home. Played it to the stars the moon and the waters, as the moon…

There was a time, when I stood in one place, and time, space, and place... stretched in all directions, and could be walked, or traveled. Returning to here I found, getting on with it, was completely different. After enlightenment, there is the…

You live long enough... you take some real hits. And the only way to get on, is, to, "Pick myself up, walk down the long long road". Lifes real easy when it's all theoretical, but it's never been lived until the theories and philosophies are trashed…

I know, I know, this one is so unlike all my other stuff. It's hard to believe a raggedy road warrior has this kind of thing in him, but, it's true. I used to wander the wild lands of the west, the red buttes and the lonesome peaks. In my dreams…

The Dance moves in all of us. It's our inner nature, our link to the universe, and greatly submerged and denied. The Dance: The dance commences, pulse fills our senses, To lead us to where we begin…

A simple solo acoustic guitar track for a dear departed four legged friend. Written 2005. Recorded Jan 9 2009.