from the album "the Machine" such delight to find you in my mind moving around my point of view press escape, there's no return once you made the choice it's yours but you can not refuse whats your game, once you choose stack the deck…

from the album "the Machine" nothings wrong with me it's all in your mind everything's ok and I am feeling fine must be some mistake or you've misunderstood whatever you might think everything is good, so good the power is still on…

Arranged and performed by myself and Chris Smith (who normally builds spectrums!), for Brent's latest xchange cd. Song written by Mr Kinder. 2018.

empty club smokey Sunday afternoon t bone style blues starring the greatest Harp player I know Mark Imsdahl. Thank you Mark

(Remastered 22/10/2021) Okies, so I'm working on some other thing and it's taking a while... drums to do and wotnot. But in the middle of it I'm digging how my Martin acoustic is working out. You probs won't even be able to hear it amongst…

from the album "the Machine" i'm just a sad and broken man without a cause i'm typing ones and zeros until I am exhausted the numbers staring back at me upon the screen what kind of hell is this please tell me it's a dream long days…

from the album "the Machine" I am not the catalyst I'm not the pistol, the stamen, the seed creation abandoned me I am not the catalyst there are books with words i've never seen which makes me love them even more I'm not the hero, I…

Well it's been a long while (as seems to be the pattern lately) and I was inspired by Greg and Ron's new songs.... Then I saw a lovely note from the Proods saying "I must have been writing during this crazy time" - so I had to respond with something…

On a resent group meeting of musicians , I was reminded of the love of Latin rhythms. Thank you Bethan. This is a tune dedicated to a los angeles luthier family ,Candelas, who build old style classic guitars. My fist real guitar was one of…

from the album "the Machine" feel, the cold steel my heart, has no soul what more, could I ask for a life with no goal it's hard to be a total automaton here we, go softly into that good night and press on, the games won no need to…

from the album "the Machine" blinking lights, on my face so bright, it's a show inside, and it feels so right starless road, and the air's too cold, makes me feel so old, but this tales been told and I can't ration with my mind tequila…