Recorded in a line cabin in the LaSal mtns of Colorado with my wrangler buddy Monte Risenhoover. He is a real life cowboy to his core. I wrote the song for him, so he sang along..recorded in the 80s..

Recorded in Ed Abbeys Moab House, early 1990s. Sand Sheff and Bob Greenspan sing along..

Recorded in the desert near Capitol Reef National park, 1980s

Written in late 70s, recorded at Rose wood Studios, early 1980s

I recorded some backyard sounds of the melting snow flowing into the gutters, with some chickadees in the background. I layered those two field recordings and faded between them. Synths were from the Deluge's DX7 synth engine. I made an arrangement…

Noodling around with this Track all March and Decided to use this a Record every month Submission

Combined a couple of takes from a couple of VCV Rack patches based on the venerable TB-303 bass synth, inspired by the Drone Orchestra entry for the March REM Challenge.

Fed a couple of drum mic test tracks into a glitchy VCV Rack patch.

On an odd winter day when North Alabama got a quick layer of snow that was gone by the evening, Robbie wrote and recorded this musing on opportunity costs and the "what if" questions implicit when we act on the incomplete information we have at…

Glitchy mish-mash of early guitar takes and studio outtakes from a Spice Rack Collective recording session for our RPM Challenge 2026 album.

[Ouorri is a new primary identity for myself, but I don't think it will outright replace "So?ing Machine" for all musical projects... just ones of certain natures. owu] download the project file, and listen to the whole compo: https://warmplace…

[Ouorri is a new primary identity for myself, but I don't think it will outright replace "So?ing Machine" for all musical projects... just ones of certain natures. owu] download the project file, and listen to the whole compo: https://warmplace…

This is about the power that is contained in Uranium and how that power has dominated world thinking and action. It is hard to comprehend that a clump of enriched Uranium, about the size of two mens fists, can propel a 10000 ton ship through…

It do be like that somedays....

Not a blues as such, though well it might be...more, an azure sojourn mayhap...

Here comes another summer and there go the fellas who surf Grab your girl and tell her, “Baby…. well you and me are gonna Smurf, Smurf, Smurf!” It don’t matter if they close the beaches or if the other gang snags our turf You don’t even…

THIS IS FRESHA BEATS PRODUCTIONS (2026) ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO FRESHA BEATS PRODUCTIONS(2026)

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO FRESHA BEATS PRODUCTIONS (2026) THIS IS FRESHA BEATS PRODUCTIONS)2026)

This is fresha beats productions All Rights Belong to Fresha Beats Productions 2026

Reg was reading the Telegraph the other day and was surprised to see all this fuss about children and screens filling the front page and following pages. Why? when theres a war going on.... so Reg got to thinking and wrote a song…

I walked through roads I can’t rewind, Old mistakes still cross my mind. But every scar and every fall Was just a lesson after all. I won’t erase the things I’ve been, They shaped the soul that lives within. No chains from yesterday…

There is a silence that is not empty but full without witnesses. No eyes seeking you, no voices bearing your name, no hands confirming that you are there. And yet you are there. Not as an echo of what others recognize, not…

You threw your words like knives in the air, Thought I’d stay and fight you there. But I’ve learned something you don’t see, My peace means more than proving me. Every shout, every twisted line, Tried to pull my heart into your fight…

I used to stare at the ceiling at night Tracing cracks in the pale moonlight Wandering why some roads collapse Why hopes slips through the gaps Why some days feels like borrowed there and some hearts vanish without repair. But maybe every…

He walks like a quiet notification never opened, hovering on the edge of her day. His jokes land softly like feathers in a crowded room no one notices how carefully he chose them. In mirrors, he practices being effortless, tilting…

Hey, look back there I am do you look at me? oh, your beauty is haunting me hey I love you are you looking back? you scare me your beauty is too much oh, I love you so just believe me you scare me your beauty is too much…

Friendship is the quiet kind of love no grand declarations, no trembling confessions, just a steady presence that lingers like warmth in a room long after the fire is gone. It is the hand that doesn’t ask to be held but is always there…

Monday drags like a shadow on my feet Coffee’s cold, same faces on repeat Clock hands crawl like they’re stuck in glue Every little thing just reminds me of you Counting down the days, I’m barely getting by Living for a moment that feels…

You can build your towers high into the sky, Polish every dream until it shines. But the wind reminds the tallest walls of time, And the dust will take what pride defines. Gold fades, names fall from the stone, Every road we walk we walk…

Many years ago, in a softer season of my life, there was someone who knew the quiet ways I spoke how I lingered in doorways, how I laughed a second too late, how I said “I’m fine” and meant something else. We built something then not grand…

Recorded this late at night while camped near Newspaper Rock in Utah. In the morning we saw tracks of a mountain lion that had been circling our camp...

I think this was recorded very late at night under a pine tree in Torrey Utah. I could be wrong..

Written in the late 1980s. Recorded in Ed Abbeys old Moab house in the early 90s. Very personal song.

Through the Thorns Chorus: Yeah, yeah, He is my Hope! In Him, I am stronger. The Lord upholds my soul, my faithful Provider. I walk by grace, in His warm embrace. He’s the Way, the Truth, and the Life! I surrender to His will, my Rock…

Nintendocore inspired track. Uses the meowsynth for the cat. Dunno if I'll make something like this again but it was fun.

i hope this is bound for a dance floor. went a little minimal.

The pure joy of being in canyon country. Recorded in box canyon in Capitol Reef National Park, early 1980s

No more kings....I wrote this song during the first Iraq war. These never ending wars that Hunter Thompson predicted after 9/11. Not the best recording, but the only one. Recorded in Ed Abbey old Moab Utah house, early 90s.

In the early 1990s, I was trying to start an independent record company. Desert Rat Productions. It would feature some of the great musicians I was meeting out in the desert. I met two women singer songwriters, M.J. Walker and Melissa Crabtree…

Recorded at Rosewood studios, early 1980s.

shaken up like an etch-a-sketch I've been reset to a factory state and you promised me salvation but the memo came too late

Written in 2020 about the incredible Cedar Mesa. Recorded by my son Jim in his studio..enjoy