Remake of another old song. This is little me and my big acoustic, recorded with two cheap microphones. The dynamics of this song make it next to impossible to get the flat sound I want out of it. Any recording engineers out there? ;…

... again ... for Randy. Memories of old magazines gathering dust on the shelves with things you never could let go of. Dirty chess sets hardly touched. Empty bottles of cheap scotch you never could get enough of. And it's a shameful world…

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…

every moment each day searching for something someone to feel know care every face each friend rejection and its too much too much too much to bear it's been a long long time coming it's a long long way home every moment each inch of time…

Actually, it won't play for me.... maybe that's a good thing.

It was about sunrise when I met this guy on the streets of the French Quarter and bought him coffee. I don't know if he's still around -- that was some 20 years ago -- but a two-hour conversation affected my life more than I would have ever known…

Once upon a time there was a boy with tunnel vision hidden far beyond the castle walls of a lifelong prison. Captive to a secret that kept him there under lock and key. Imagine was his sanity. Thirteen days before thirteen he broke a sacred vow…

This is the world turning from blue to gold as the good lord intended. It was once lost, but now it's found.

This is a rare happy song. It was first recorded 15 years ago, but the mix had the vocals way too low. I thought of it again yesterday after we had such a fine day enjoying the sun. This is the second attempt at getting through the whole song…

This is a post-Brexit moan about the state of the nation. The "end of the pier circus" sound is an analogy of the clowns that are running the country.