The flute on this piece is done by a very gifted flute player by the name of Melinda Eckels. You will hear Melinda on any of the songs where I use flute. Her abilities have spoiled me so, that I can never use keyboard or my limited flute skills…

Poetry, music and reading by Kate Shakespeare 22nd February 2019

Rough version of my first RPM2010 songs... Hoping to have better vocals if I have time before the end of the month.

12 string improvisation - title came from a person who said I didn't understand "deep blues". That is probably true which is why I got the blues ;-( Feel free to use this in something if you'd like - just post a link in the comments here so I…

ADAM’S PLAGUE And those not killed by Adam’s Plague Repented not the work at hand Their search for truth was strangely vague They spread their lies across the land They clung to things of stone and wood Which cannot see nor hear…

piano improvisation

RPM 2010

This started out as a joke from a meme and then, well..... Wilsun did his best imitation of Bruce Dickenson in the bridge Dan Upton played the heavy guitars in the bridge and the solo you like Time to self-assess You still want to be so…

She often inclined to borrow somebody's dreams, But nothing will ever make sense again. ~For Molly, at 5~

A mashup with Roger Sundström Soundscapes, Keyboard, Livemixing, Mashup Kavin Allenson (Chronoclasm) Paul H. Muller (Placid) Steve Layton (What was, what is, what will be) Paul Mimlitsch (112114bc) Chris Vaisvil (The Enemy Entropy) Shane…

A song of love, loss, and unrelenting hatred for those pin-striped S.O.B.'s. WARNING: You might hear an occasional F-bomb.

2009, having fun with Johnny Stone's awesome music.

This is another old melody. I dusted it off, gave it some clean clothes, and sent it off into the world.

Thinking about the day.

Thanks Regs for making my crappy music in to great songs. Enjoy!!! Sunday morning and she’s gone Sunday morning all day long She’s gone Now she’s gone I don’t feel a thing I’m so happy i’m free again She’s gone She thought…

I was driving along somewhere in podunk Tennessee on a stormy Saturday and this may or may not have anything to do with Prison.