'Tis the gift to be simple, 'tis the gift to be free 'Tis the gift to come down where we ought to be, And when we find ourselves in the place just right, 'Twill be in the valley of love and delight. When true simplicity is gain'd, To bow and…

Nice harmony with my wife Pauline. If I remember I wrote this in 1975 during the monsoon season in Okinawa, Japan

This is a video piece made for the ImprovFriday drone theme event which used my DIY 9 string canon, DIY electrified 8 string psaltery, viola bow, ebow, and fingers. The tuning in unknown – just something I did by ear. Pictures, streamable video…

I don't need every song to sound like a power trio, even if I want every song to be arranged for a power trio. Does that make sense? Also, is it the biggest cliche in the universe to write a song about writing a song? All of the guitars…

RPM 2011 Seasons start to change without much worry Ordinary days no reason to remain The clouds will force the rain realize its glory Nothing keeps us sane better start to hurry Slow monkey cabin fever Free clinic dirty needle They’ve gone…

I changed a lot of things and re recorded it.

a little tribute to Erick Satie

A melodic jazzy groove featuring the sax of Doug Earley in an arrangement by Jazzjet.

.. only words will remain when the $h!t hits the fan. It was a quote from an older song I wrote [Terrestrial Epitaph In Shortwave], and I felt the need to develop it further here. It amazes me how much free advice there is out there etched…

This is track four from my album in progress, Post Mountain.

from the album xChange original words and music by Damian Lethbridge

(samples music and sound from the film Avatar (2009) including original music composed by James Horner) Every once in a while there comes a masterpiece so complex and rich that some people have difficulty wrapping their heads around it, so…

(interpolates music from "Morning Sunrise" by Weldon Irvine) So I was taking a walk, relaxing, getting sunshine And then I get a knock from a big-body All of a sudden he says to me… This land belongs to XYZ… And I’m trespassing on private…

Trying the distorted/clean guitar pairing... track 10 from "They Are Killers"

IN MY ROOM In my room there's no day and there's no night In my room, just an incandescent light ...hanging from a wire. In my room there's no hot and there's no cold In my room,I'm not young. I'm not old ...hanging from a wire…

Family reunion - 1977, Lake Texoma. Old fogies and children all gone to bed. Me with my guitar down on the dock. Peggy sings.