A cover of The Missed Connections off her 2010 RPM CD.

A quick little tune written in appreciation of a small expression of contentedness. I can see in that little smile You're living for the moment Every once in a little while I catch it No one else could match it You're more than meets the eye

The finished version!

The finished version!

Second of the songs with a movie clip from 1955.

Simple little song. My view on how love really falls apart. Last verse is in my opinion an add-on. I wrote it after the rest, at the behest of someone who thought it was too "un-hopeful". It may have been a goood thing.

I made this a little after having sex. I was in a state of pure.... something or other. and with that,came the inspiration for a crazy new hit. Hurah for human reproduction! XD

Believe it or not, this track was written as a pretty tame little song... Then I put new strings on the guitar and it simply refused to be played slow. Enjoy it for the drive and energy. Listen to the lyrics. For whatever reason, I hope you…

Sometimes, all you need to do is decide that you're gonna save yourself. COMING UP OVER THE RISE So low I couldn't see the skies The shadows had me hypnotized Climbing high, sun in my eyes I was down, but now I'm coming up over the rise…

This is probably to personal, to raw to put here, but I've been listening to some pretty courageous stuff here in alonetone. This is more of an occurence, a onetime performance, more of a memorial, than a recording. My dad had died recently, I…

Wisians are those strange foreign people with odd customs, and funny hats. They love to party. Have you seen one recently?

Cthulahoop recording commenced after a peculiarly strong dream. Uses samples of a friend's digerido run through an analog filter. Definitely dream state.

Cthulahoop recording. Monkey, the base element of the human alchemy.

An ambient beacon for the weary soul.

A simple as it is musically, this song pretty much sums it all up for me. What started as the simple appreciation of a hiking t-shirt evolved into this song about the duality of this domesticated artist who recognizes the importance of wandering…

Guitar, $300... Folding chair, $30... Firewood, free... Labor Day, priceless.

A love song... It's amazing how easy it would've been to miss her... So lucky I didn't.

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…

Hiking in Rocky Mountain National Park, the opening melodies to this song found their way into my head... A song of hiking, love, and life... Won't you come with me on the trail?