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 Grey Old paint faded Dilapidated Barely hanging on Lay Old butterfly Broken and dry Alone and withdrawn Chill creeps in Darkness tries to take hold The cold is peace And the dark beautiful Take One last…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

Something old.

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

Just doodling.

Found this Bob Dylan cover on my drive. Not sure where it came from, but I'm pretty sure where it's going. :)-~

Not even the chair!

Either all those drugs from the 60s are finally kicking in or something is out of sync. Michael Nesmith song. Must delete.

Hey! It's a Beatles' song.

I've tried to cover this in the past. Trying and trying to get it right. Someday.