I was drinking one night -- that's how most of my stories start -- thinking about somebody I used to love. This is raw, no effects, recorded on a single mic.

This is one of my favorite Morphine songs. I can't compare to the original, but it's a song I've always loved, and I think it suits my style... if I have one. :) Raw, no mixing, no effects.

Leafless trees hung low in the cold. I saw myself kneel, fall, die all alone. No pity, no tears, no profound song. Just gone. The limbs of the trees broke in the wind. Worn and old from beckoning, again and again. But no god came. In the end…

Closer to what I wanted out of this. It needs an intimacy that I just don't have.

Nobody likes to have their dreams stop at traffic lights.

If this sounds like it was recorded in a single take on a $7 USB microphone, and then cheesy audacity reverb thrown in, that's because it was. The old guitar and its player are both on their last legs, but unpacking after a move it beckoned…

Bob Dylan from '63. Single track, single take, broken guitar and broken man trying to sing and forgetting Bob's beautiful lyrics. Lay down your weary tune, lay down, Lay down the song you strum, And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings…

Two nights ago I dreamed this sad version of Help! Today I put it down just to see what it sounds like. One mic, one take, one guitar, and one very dry voice. Not intending to be self-deprecating, but if anyone with actual musical talent…

This is here for me.