Replaced with a live version playing for company. It's not better, but it certainly is less weird. :)

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.

Something new.... Grey Old paint faded Dilapidated Barely hanging on Lay Old butterfly Broken and dry Alone and withdrawn Chill creeps in Darkness tries to take hold The cold is peace And the dark beautiful Take One last…

Another ancient recording for posterity. Still learning how to play guitar, and at this point I think I knew two chords. The lyrics were not intended to be offensive at the time, so don't cancel me.

WARNING: Clipping. Again just putting here for posterity for when Lumberfork is a worldwide sensation. Another ancient tape. This one has a few of us drunkenly "practicing" with Kaptik on drums, Whittle on bass, John on guitar, and a young…

Some more old music for posterity, after I... "learned how to play my roommate's drums." Lol. Beautiful Maybe I can go somewhere. Maybe I can find someone who cares. Maybe I can catch a bus. Maybe I can touch you. Time will tell who's right…

My late friend Randy (the subject of "Memories of Old Magazines") loved this particular song and created the instrumental tracks. It was sadly our only collaboration. This was recorded 20 years ago, when he was a younger soul than I am now. There…

90 seconds of something.

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…

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…

Nobody likes to have their dreams stop at traffic lights.

The ravages of time prevent playing and singing these days. But I stumbled across a folder containing some old recordings. This would have been the first attempt at seeing what Daubigny's Garden would sound like in real life, as opposed to my…

Digging through and deleting some old things, found this old thing that felt like it needed a rescue. There's probably a story behind it, but that's long, long forgotten. -- She thumbed through the phonebook by her bed trying to empty her…

... a high speed conduit