The last couple of years have been soaked in sadness, numbness and loss, and it's not something I've tried to hide, even when making music. But I've come to realize that it's my own responsibility to lay forth the effort to find new happiness…

Written and recorded for the Record Every Month Challenge in September 2025

First posting in along while; just been going through a bit of a dry spell. This is a recording from last weekend, the first instance this year that the ensemble I play in, Lorde Awesome, has held a dog park gathering - something we started during…

Just a moment of madness

Trying to express some of my feelings. Things have been a bit dark lately with the recent tragic event here in Minnesota. Used the Deluge to drive the xd with a manually created sequence and recorded automation, then recorded that to the mixer…

developing a new technique, playing with two slides on left hand, first and third finger. "Desert" tuning: CGDEGD

I wrote this when the cliche's were still new and dirt was rocks. Keith Richards was still pretty old though.

It’s another theme song! My recent theatrical sound gig was the Front Porch Players' production of "Murder by the Book" https://www.rosemountarts.com/murder-by-the-book As part of sound design for the production I composed and recorded…

Written and recorded for the Record Every Month Challenge in August 2025

Verse One I hide in corners where the light won’t stay Your voice slips through the floorboards Never understand why your arms are open wide Every word a nail, but you love me more Chorus You call me into the light I hide away in fear…

I know its Tuesday cos its written on my socks. Tuesday's seem to go on forever, stuck in that last minute.

After all is said and done, what do I have to show for it? Always projects to be done, will I ever get rid of them? Empty buckets in the hall to catch the rain when it comes in Vintage sofa torn to shreds, the cat's been having fun again…

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains there's a land that's fair and bright, where the handouts grow on bushes and you sleep out every night where the boxcars all are empty and the sun shines every day on the birds and the bees and the cigarette…

When the sun sets over high mountains it doesn’t get dark When the valley cools in in the evening the crinoline bark Strike a match on the stone hearth flickering light for the fire I watch the blue ridge violet hue ridge fade in the night…