One of the first songs I ever wrote... When we bought our first house, we had a nice big back yard on a 1/3 acre lot... With the train tracks just on the other side of the back fence.

The title track for this year's RPM album. One mic. Live take. Please forgive the missed notes. LETTERS Writing while I drive with voices in my mind Passed along by friends I’ve never met Trying to stay alive in one place in time…

Is it time for shouting yet?

Is it time for shouting yet?

I never managed to get this one to work before.

One more instrumental before I move on to the vocals... I came up with this riff one hazy night when I was 19. I'm in my 30s now, and rather more sober, but I still like playing this. It felt good to finally flesh it out.

Contains language.

Shouty 12-bar. Just because.

1pm on Sunday. I'm not back in work until Tuesday. We've just had a delicious roast dinner that I cooked, and the glass of wine we had with it is helping it go down. As a crisp February sun twinkles through the window I realise that for the first…

Sometimes I need to play a sad one.