Dark clouds are moving in Soft breeze upo0n my skin Prepared but even then So swings the pendulum The lives it takes as the branches break The hopes and dreams now sympathies For all the starts left in the sky Are pocket change left…

There was a man from Galilee With hands that cared for everything They took his plow and beat it into swords I have a dad I never see And children here in front of me We’re going where the apples taste like flowers I wouldn’t…

Water Where do you go O water Where do you go Said I'm going down Gulf of Mexico Bluebird Where have you been O bluebird Where have you been I went all the way to Texas And back again Winter Has come and gone O winter Has come…

One of those moments I had disappointed my lovely bride... Tried to apologize with my guitar....hasn't worked yet... I have a lonely guitar I keep beside my bed "cause when my guitar's happy my lady's always sad? The two don't get along…

Solo wurli piece from early 2020.

When the sun sets over high mountains it doesn’t get dark When the valley cools in in the evening the crinoline bark Strike a match on the stone hearth flickering light for the fire I watch the blue ridge violet hue ridge fade in the night…

Try not to listen to my butcher guitar playing and instead listen to Reg's awesome vocals. Ozzy wishes he sounded this good...

When I was young I tiptoed the garden And then I salted all that I could see The summer sun it seemed a yoke upon me But no so much for the open-hearted leaves August came around while I was sleeping September grasses bent under my feet…

improvisational FM synth on top of an AM / Ringmod chorus of crickets. rendered on the Synthstrom Deluge with 3 cricket voices on a kit track and playing the FM synth in keyboard view

This song was made with only two short bird samples. 1) A wild screaming pija and 2)parrot. I made it last night after taking an antihistamine for all the chigger bites. paz.

Instrumental track from yesterday, with lyrics and vocals made today: Modern Fool What modern fool doesn’t understand the game of love? And what about the push and shove you’re guilty of? That dares not speak its crime? What modern…

Written and recorded for the Record Every Month challenge in July 2025

Sky keeps getting darker, the heat keeps rising too Sky keeps getting darker, the heat keeps rising too The dog hides neath the back porch I think he knows a thing or two There’s rain come from the ocean in the hills of Tennessee There…

andean flute, delayed guitars

Rain for now Sunshine catches in the clouds Stay for now Good things catching in my mind Cast like a thread Snagged on the end Pulling me out of this shit Like a thread that snags and intertwines Pulling me out Pulling me down…

I’m a leaking pitcher I’m half full Full of dripping water Coming from the roof Pour me out in the garden When the ground dries up Set me up when the rain comes Hear me fill with love You’re alright I’m a crooked picture Hanging…

One day I will be of sharper wit I’ll know the words and what to say and shit One day I will be a better man I’ll make good plans and then ill stick to them Some day time will be not so harsh I’ll schedule yoga meetings in the park…

I came alone No weapons drawn In my hands Or on the page I’m unarmed and blank I saved a song To dance along The room is burning down Holy shit get out I’ll stand on my head To remember what you said I’m a little scrambled…

gah, I rendered this wrong, but it takes forever to do, I'm not going to do it again. Imagine a longer pad leading into the intro 😂

some chill dubyish techno whatever for today's daily two.

composed with loops from Steve Tibbetts' Friendly Fire package

inspired by an unusually fitful night of dreaming

probably the most 'full band' thing i've ever done

Subtle change of gray light Heart breaks in sync with the sky As it cries over open fields and tall stands of pines, their delight No weight to the world they rejoice Heavy lids, can't sleep Head like a hornet nest, a buzz with bees…

Cracked glass Lightning Strike The passing Yellow Line Pull over I said I’m fine Everything we took for granted Oh I can taste it Now it all amounts to nothing more than wasted time I said I’ll try Sad sack…

it's fuzz and it's delay but it's more folk + 90s alt rock

Who will break this ice sleepwalking through the pines Said I won’t tell you twice 100 million times You can’t pay the price We’ll never get the bill You don’t need to atone And though it’s such a thrill To heave the first stone…

EMPTINESS It seems to be very difficult for people to be critical of the culture in which they are enmeshed within. There are all sorts of mechanisms that dominant cultures use to further socialize and entrench us: patriotism /// nationalism…

We're getting political with this one.