Hey gang! It’s us again, The Proods…thousands of followers worldwide! Here’s another track by Brian…channeling his inner heavy-metal lover…. It was fun working on this, though I prefer the OTHER version that we did. A groovy 1960’s styled version…

Midnight, daylight, coming undone Shooting stars and the rising sun Packed up camp and I hit the trail Gonna find a place 'tween Heaven and Hell Full Sail Half Baked biscuits in a pan Lo-fi high stakes game I'm gonna win Chart my course…

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…

Mountain Song Went to the city from Arkansas I wanted to be everything that I saw Don't you believe the nice things you hear People in the city'd lick the fat from your beard Red red river where nobody goes So full of iron it's like…

Ableton Live Light improvisation, with guitar, bass and sax

by XTC

by the Black-Eyed Snakes

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…