Thru this together this morning. A lil Jimi tribute before I change these strings.

With Mark *"Sweet Lips"* Imsdahl on Harmonica. This is a story about my friend with impure thoughts of stealing Lilly Pads for his carp pond in the back yard. I guess it all started, Out in the dark I was stealing lily pads, From the local…

This is a piece written for the Linux Musicians Uncompetition (http://www.linuxmusicians.com/viewtopic.php?f=9&t=10331). The purpose of such un-competition is making some music with Linux tools, and then share it. The premise for this…

Where to go away everything that we created? To nowhere, I guess. So, the show goes on. Or: tomfoolery all the way, yeah!

I just got back from a weeks worth of sailing in Duluth MN. Perfect week.

Written for: "SingMeA Story" . . . Kids inNeed http://singmeastory.org/stories/truck

time goes by, we never notice til we die this is the why, the how the where the goodbye maybe the preacher told you right from wrong maybe you think the wait is far too long to worry your head with every little thing cause life is just a dream…

fading slowly i'll disappear, and you won't even notice it's just a trick the light plays on your face and erase, the frowns of worry might be less and growing more less every day hurry now, oh boy, you'd better hurry now here, is where…

Who says that I define you? Who says I should label you? Who says I should shelter you? Who says i should restrict you? Who says I should limit you? Who says i should hold back you? There is no user guide. There is no yellow brick road. There…

Originally by Paul Simon, covered by Tiggy Acworth 130826

Your eyes reflect my future. Your smile explains my past. Your eyes reflect to me a future that I’d never seen. A kind of family, an unknown commonality. Your blue eyes staring into my blue eyes feels new to me. A mirror but the lines around…

t twenty, life was all planned out. Did everything they said to do. Stopped thinking for myself and turned my will over to you. Ten years later, I was gone. You'd stolen my identity. I tried to pick the pieces up, but there was nothing left of…

My response to John Denver's "Rocky Mountain High." The first time I dropped my lowest string Was for Rocky Mountain High Last night I caught a flight To see the fire in the sky Where John found twenty-seven Now I'm turning thirty-five…

Well, I sent this simple little arrangement off to Jana to see what he thought it needed. When he suggested a uke, I said "Go for it!" He was right... Can't thank him enough for his contribution. HERE WE ARE TODAY How can it be so…