Orchestral piece.

New original from me, hot off the old wotsit. When it was half written yesterday, I was considering binning it as a throwaway exercise - I do that quite often. But I played the songwriting demo to someone else and, er, apparently I should finish…

A bit of four legged fun for ya, woof woof!

...the Funker in the Bunker..

Seriously - seriously? Nah! this is a post modernistic approach to nothing. Drum machine, but all else played live. Including the voice. I'm on the telephone. I wasn't. Bit of a quiz included - what are these songs??? I'm on the telephone. I'm…

This song comes from comparing my behavior to that of my children. And I have found out that history does indeed repeat itself. Thanks for stopping by to listen. I'll post the lyrics as soon as I find them. ER

The single coil sound of my new used PRS guitar just got me in the funk. Had this partial riff on a Sony walkman from 10 years ago, decided to fill it out a little.

I was finally able to finish this one up over this past week. Like always I am never satisfied but I have come to a point where I just tell myself enuff is enuff and move on to the next song...pheww! Hopefully it sounds good on everyone elses…

So, I'll drink up, beautiful, I'll leave bottles, up and down the coast, When I get to that light house, I'll burn it down, and laugh. Skeletons rise up to meet me, In a place where the waves touch the beach, And hollowed bones, broken…

They say we're dangerous, that we never really cared. That we're selfish, we're blind, and pessimistic. But I'm not wired for disaster, I'm not broken at the seams. Alas, I've been watching them, rip away from me. Digest my insides, they are…