and cone gongs, bass marimba, hand drums.

SLEEPING ALONE Now, I've got room for my radio and I've got room for my phone And I've got room for my books and sun glasses now that I'm sleeping alone Now I've got room for my tablet and I've got room for my pen And now I've got room for…

Well it's after eight, and the band is late...

This is our little bundle of joy now grown up to be 10 years old. She took up the flute this year at school and this is her first effort in front of my microphone. She decided on the flute after watching some vids of Ian Anderson and Jethro Tull…

written in the spirit of Dorothy Day and Roshi Bernie Glassman. The beggar is a king. the king a beggar.

Ok first of all, I am sorry for the lack of music updates on my part. It's just hard for me to make more different music each time. In fact the only way I was able to make this song is through the overly used system of repitition. Hopefully…

I have no idea why I named this song "Random". (hmm, maybe that's EXACTLY why I named it "Random.") I never use the word, I hate when other people do, and it's not mentioned in this song. Enjoy the recital.

Simply an expression of my love for brownies.