"O give thanks unto the LORD, for he is good: for his mercy endureth for ever. Let the redeemed of the LORD say so" Psalm 107:1-2

From RPM 2012 album, "The Kitchen Sink" First track - title comes from an unintended vocal sample. 2/26/12 MPT: I already uploaded a fresh copy. I wanted it to sound like a vocal ensemble in a dumpster, but I might have initially gone overkill…

Part Of Kitchen Sink, the RPM 2012 album for AMUC.

Part Of Kitchen Sink, the RPM 2012 album for AMUC. It started out as a tribute to the old sci-fi movie, "The Quiet Earth", and became something else. Freesound samples used: 42190__digifishmusic__siiiilence.wav 20765__radian__sorrysorry…

Part Of Kitchen Sink, the RPM 2012 album for AMUC. It's technically "Tobias The Battery-Powered Hermit", but the field wasn't long enough. =)

Part Of Kitchen Sink, the RPM 2012 album for AMUC.

Part Of Kitchen Sink, the RPM 2012 album for AMUC.

Part Of Kitchen Sink, the RPM 2012 album for AMUC. I was planning to write a love song, but .. it didn't quite come out that way. 3/11/12 - I re-recorded the first verse with better-sounding vocals. I'm leaving the version on the RPM Jukebox…

The homophobic Reverend was embroiled in a homosexual sex and crystal meth scandal in 2006. This was my rally song for him. I was hoping he would preach on why it is not bad to be gay. INstead he went and got reprogrammed.

This was an entirely improvised tune. The story kind of tells itself. Red wine and marijuana on the roof of the Hotel Vitale can lead to events that are no bueno. Blacking out behind the wheel is no bueno. Ingesting marijuana unknowingly in a…

A friend told me about this experience. I cannot name names but he insisted it was a true story. The "Phil" mentioned is not retired Senator from Texas "Phil Graham," I don't care what he says, he was not there: the evidence is conclusive.

After a brief hiatus out in the weeds, I found myself back on my own course, but what to do if the force knocks me off my horse and breaks the resolve of my frame to sustain?

Don Bolles was a newspaper reporter who was killed in Phoenix, Arizona in 1976 while investigating a land deal that was closely tied to the Mafia. He was blown up in front of the Hotel Clarendon, and I had a scary experience at the same hotel…

A true story from a rough week. The window into the soul of a man really does run through the contents of his stomach.

I grew up in Redding, California. That part of Northern California is more like Alabama than it is San Francisco. Hence, it could be called "Calibama."

If you ever drive on Interstate 5 in California, between Sacramento and WIlliams, you will drive by both Arbuckle and College City. This is their song.

Whenever I am at a loss for words and I'm just not sure what to say, I think about how control is an illusion and I say "Ya-ta-hey."

Only the people with problems call after the decent have gone to sleep...

The epic story of an orange fight at a Cal USC game that my family won in spectacular fashion.

"THE Message?" My God.... THE Message? The Message, My MESSAGE After the beep? "Be kind to strangers, and even kinder to those you know and love. That was the best I could do, so now I have the Batman Blues."