Just a simple song about a horsey ride. Little me and my Alvarez, recorded on a single cheap MXL mic., no effects. -- Misty on my face is the love of gods calling me Ice upon my skin made more painful by this solitude Ride upon my broken steed…

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? ;…

Probably not as happy as it sounds.

Probably not as happy as it sounds.

Mohamed Osman Mohamud like all domestic terrorists was a pawn for the FBI.

... 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…

Helplessly But then sometimes in the colorless light of a hazy windy moonlit night, the feeling haunts you like you've known that you would always be alone. But then sometimes in the sparkling sun, you think of things you should have done…

When I stepped into that night I felt at home for the very first time in a long, long time. When I stepped into that street I felt complete for the very first time in a long, long time. I didn't wonder where you'd been all day. Or maybe I did…

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.

This song is something special to me. I think it was special to John too. It hurts to miss people who are gone from your life, but I think it's worse to forget them.