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…

... 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…

Experimenting with asynchronous, layered picking. I thought it would sound really cool. Guess what? It doesn't! ... Well, all of the mistakes aside ... it's growing on me.

Country version of the traditional. :D

This is here for me.

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.

Not even the chair!

Not even the chair!

It started again tonight....the haunting of Big E ....he wouldn't leave me alone until i played him this one.....i said to him...i said "now Elvis i'm not quite the guitar man yet but give me time ....20 years or so"...He said don't give me no…

Experimenting with asynchronous, layered picking. I thought it would sound really cool. Guess what? It doesn't! ... Well, all of the mistakes aside ... it's growing on me.