This was an attempt at using the keyboard to make an instrumental invoking looking for something, thinking it had been found, then finally finding it. Or, put another way, this was a way to practice piano.

Still learning the keys. This will be the last cover for some long while. It just seemed like something fun to practice on since everything that appears in my head is usually slow and sad. Now I can practice on something fast and sad! I…

This song was a favorite of a dear friend we lost a year ago. It felt like a good song to practice the piano. This was the first try -- not that it was good, but it just kept getting worse. The vocals sound distant because they are... the microphone…

Still having fun learning keyboard, and sticking to a determination to never write another sad song. This is just a practice ditty, but it's part of the angry phase of writing which might last a few decades. All of the noise is from the keyboard…

The last couple of years have been soaked in sadness, numbness and loss, and it's not something I've tried to hide, even when making music. But I've come to realize that it's my own responsibility to lay forth the effort to find new happiness…

Yours was the soul footsteps and breath and river all drone memories lash I trudge alone trails turned foreign paths unknown since I don't have you distant dog barking drifts by on the breeze emptiness crushes I fall to my knees…

This song is from Don McLean's first album. I grew up listening to and loving this song, and had long since forgotten about it until it popped into my head this morning.

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…

If you find this, please take a listen to the version posted on this site by Andrew Russe from 2012. Stunning. Goosebumps. His one-man-one-guitar interpretation is now the definitive version of this song for me. So this isn't just a Procol…

Messing around with mixing. Sometimes I wonder if your hair is still black and long If your eyes are still brown and staring shyly at the ground If your button nose still curves just so If your eyes still stay close when you laugh Sometimes…

This is a song my late-night self apparently left for my morning self to think about. I admit it just keeps gnawing at me, maybe not in a good way. ... Nineteen, standing by the ocean for the first time Gazing long at the sea feeling the…

There's a story behind this that's uninteresting to anyone but me. A short version is that my old, broken guitar (made semi-immortal with duct tape and instrumental willpower) needed to play this Dylan song before it is laid to rest.

Tear-stained skin weathers resting near as the sun is born A sacrament to visions of sorrow and seasons of remorse Butterflies disturb the light with dance Flowers sway and gently bend Beckoning with soul the wind Life brings another chance…

This is a silly song I wrote 35 years ago for a crush. For some reason today felt like the day to record it. The way that mountains shape the horizon The way that lightning lights the sky The way that ice cream makes you shiver The way…

The smell of wine sweetly passes, bittered by her breath Those lies weaving twisted thoughts deep into your head That life is better traveled where no other thoughts have lead But life may live to deceive Curtain drawn, her hair let down…

Stumble across A crack in the sidewalk Jolted back to the dry city air I thought I was ready I hear myself crying Just get home before anyone stares Can't feel a thing except fingernails piercing skin Cover the wounds Try to fit in…

You could not be faithful in the end You could not be faithful in the end I only asked for eternity, forever and again But you could not be faithful little friend Every sunrise to paint the mountain dew Every honesty Rembrandt ever drew…

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…

This was written over a cup of cold coffee in a nearby shop. The person I was with convinced me to get up and play it in front of the huge crowd of maybe 6 people, and that version was uploaded to Alonetone a few days ago. This second version…

This was the second song I ever wrote. Like some of the other recent uploads, this was found on an old backup drive but it cleaned up pretty well so... there you go.