there is no story to tell...

i didn't think that this had uploaded last night so it was a nice surprise to see the four lovely comments :) thank you... its hard to describe what this is about...a very personal moment...sometimes it replays in my memories...

this song is about not being able to sleep alone...missing the sound of his breathing...

This dark reggae tune has been hanging around in my "works in progress" folder for a while, but I was finally inspired to complete it when I borrowed a guitar from my friend Joe. Thanks, Joe!

Did this back in 2009. Before me and Jim actually met each other... The music was improvised to the notion of returning home from space. Jim did the Lyrics in 5 mins over the net.. And here it is.. My Harmonica was broken by the way. My…

Well there's one kind favour I'll ask of you See that my grave is kept clean Well there's two white horses in a line Carryin' me to my buryin' ground Dig my grave with a silver spade And lower me down with a golden chain If you ever…

Another little tune-sketch from your ever-incomplete but always searching friend, Quill.

In the woods by a waterfall power, from the water's course, sparkles the air a few coils of wire and some magnets later ...

Oh, my holy noodles. *Another* bloody 12-bar in E, and what's worse, it's a *slow* blues. Every guitar player who deems it appropriate to play a slow blues in E, in this the 21st, should be roasted like a head of garlic, smeared across a toasted…

A small taste of the '74 Twin Reverb. Blackfaced, master volume removed from circuit, two tubes pulled, old Celestion G12-80s (it wasn't me). Les Paul with excellent PAF-style pickups (A5 neck, A2 bridge), stock pots and caps but good parts nonetheless…