Inspired by a woman's labor movement in the early part of the 20th century and a related poem by William Oppenheim.

A taste of Latin percussion with a touch of blues. Subtle end times lyrics.

We were feeling a little 60's/early 70's pop on this one. Hint of, "The Cars" during their heyday.

The final song in the MF Omnirocker EP. This was a quick finish with a very satisfying result. Lyrics: Shelter breaks Life hits hard from every side Innocence Mine got sick just now and died Memories burn I sit back and watch the lights But you…

One of the many songs that I played lead, rythym and bass guitar, as well as the vocals. Seperate tracks were then mixed into one CD for your listening pleasure.

This song was just an excuse to record my kit-built Tele through my kit-built Vibrolux Reverb

An instrumental love song. Used my Epiphone Hummingbird/J160E conversion for all guitar parts, and Rogue/Hofner clone for the bass.

Another excuse to try out new gear, this time it's the kit-built-P-Bass. John Lennon meets The Byrds.

Sound-In "Mirrors"

Sound_In "Mirrors"

Sound_In "Mirrors"

Sound_In "Mirrors"

This was Created and Written by Janey Neal.

A nice smooth cut about an open mic night, and the man that she goes to see every Monday... Her infatuation with him and his story he tells... On Open Mic Night.... Read To Me...

this is the audio alone after using these patches in the synthesizer to make three four hour video's and one 6hr video... this is basically the whole video sequence sound track.. all together.. i have not tried to upload any video's to youtube..

Never giving in and never giving up.

A short piece from a live concert with MARS (Roger Sundström & Magnus Alexanderson)

Last night I dreamed I was a dancer In an old off Broadway show And I danced with the girls in balcony And I sang to the mezzanine row It was Tin Pan Alley and Salvador Dali At the curtain the crowd leapt to their feet And I bowed and I…

So you stopped coming round Your heart buried in the ground It's a shock, it's a scene You never say what you mean Emotional landmines You can see the stop signs But you're not slowing down One foot on the trip line And the words fly…