This song was written for a festival of Peace that took place in St. Catharines, On, in June of 2008

I recorded this back in 2009, and shelved it because I wasn't sure I'd done the song justice. Here it is, mistakes and all. Written by Nick Drake.

Mid-October. Without a doubt autumn has come. And someone is celebrating birthday. /For B.

kinda that retro BL sound, y'know?

Bit of a waltz. Everything I know about dancing I learned from watching. This is my piano debut. Bethan deserves some of the blame for this one somehow. Thanks.

Not being particularly religious, I still believe that the soul exists and that it does not die. The prologue and epilogue of this piece were recorded in Basilique Sacre Coeur, Paris, on March, 11th 2011. ~For those who left and those who…

Gary and I did something good. ONE AND ONLY How many times have you been captured by a camera With no one really knowing who you are Caught in the sight lines in the background In the corner of their eyes Never looking closely at the…

!!! Please use the utube link !!!! as this is my piano moment #5 set to video that i made this past weekend Oct 6th 2013. Take Note of the sea lion at about 2:20 into this.. it has survived a meeting with a great white shark!! and is still…

If you see Lobster man or Lobster Boy one night on the beach, run for your life!

Who's that knocking at the door It's the sand In the wind with the truth and more Seagull in the sky Soar like an Eagle Pray in sights Fly in to the sea Dive down deep You will find me Only then you rise Phoenix flys To golden hights…

3rd Song for my RPM challenge. Went back to my piano and kept it minimal. I love singing harmonies (grew up listening to CSNY). Thanks to anyone who listens xox Did you get lost in the sea Were you searching for pieces of me Wooowoooo Did…

Pirate nonsense

Another late night session in a dark blue-ish cloud.

Not all house's are full of joy at Christmas ......This wasn't actually our house CHRISTMAS TIME AT OUR HOUSE It was Christmas time at our house sat round the table waiting Waiting for our father to return from the pub where he‘d a been…

We all live on one planet, and on this planet we ARE the indigenous peoples. The rest is just intellectual self petting if you know what I mean. When I'm feeling frustrated with the human race, I return to the roots. I read once in a novel on…

Recorded for the 2009 RPM Challenge.

This is not the same ponderous endless time being that was mentioned by someone, somewhere. But rather I touch the water lightly and expecting the circles to disappear. And again.