I was maybe being followed

Feels good to just jam and let loose like the old days.

I suppose another bit from the someday-to-be-released "indie" album...

I am blind but I read you like I´m reading braille I´m half drunk but what is rushing through my veins Isn´t caffeine or alcohol though the kick feels much the same Blind, half drunk I stumble but I’ll get up and try again I must have said a…

Let it rip!!!

A song for whoever likes it. Erm, and it's not really what this life is all about - but don't ask me what it is about, or even why you want to know what it's all about....erm...rambling now.

Another one jip1965 sent to me for playing with! Silent and magical Calming and practical Moonbeams, silver moonbeams Filtering through the air Twinkling in our hair Moonbeams, silver moonbeams Dancing on the leaves of trees Shaking…

This was originally supposed to be produced entirely on analogue synths, hence the name. However, in the end it didn't turn out quite as I expected. I think that if you like Jean Michel Jarre, you'll like this too.

Looped, layered, slowed, and faded. Nice and easy.

I wrote this thing in 1994. When I played it to some friends back then they went "yeah, but where's the rest of it?" I've been struggling with that concept ever since. Then, a while ago, a couple of kindly souls removed that worry from me…

Here's a new one, heard a saying on an advert, 'your home isn't a home unless... ' Out popped this, right let's see what you've all been up to lately, had a few days off. Catch up time.

Happy Autumn yawl! Room miked with the Yeti, so poor sound quality..more loop ambient jamming-with-myself stuff.

Not sure...

Gone are the days of the past

Yet another song written while underwater... (from my 2005 album, Bloom Already!!)

Just sat down with my new Big Baby Taylor , this was the first song that came into my head , recorded live using the onboard mics on the BR-800

Reg crawled out of his bunker and wandered down the hill where Jip 1965 found him and dragged him round to FDR,s cave,the beer flowed,the whiskey jug was emptied and we all turned into AC/DC. And then we went down the Rum Runner and rocked the…

My friend Kelvin played acoustic on this spur of the moment live jam , basically a tribute to Robin Gibb , the man is a legend

I've had the backing track to this sitting in MixCraft since I got the program. This morning was Karaoke time! Oh yeah! Enjoy xox

Extravagant and clean and practised, oh, so very well, they pose and fall and knead and climb, unclothed yet practical. The ceiling sets the scene and I am reminded not to go. I'm at the mercy of this posthumous woe. Never seen again…

To my muse...

Built from samples obtained from photographs via that very handy i2sm programme.

Again my aussie friend Kelvin on acoustic guitar & me on vocal , live recorded into the BR-800 onboard mic's

This ones for Lady Jane who keeps asking for something with more growling in it,so me lady is this growly enough?

Good day friends. Here's Angel by Sarah McLachlan - enjoy.

This was written during one of my extended absences from home. I'll post the lyrics as soon as I find them. Enjoy. ER

During a practice on Wednesday, our church's Bluegrass Gospel band suggested I bring one of my original songs on Sunday morning and teach it to them for that day's worship service. So I decided to write a song based on this week's lectionary…

solo piano in John O'Sullivan's Raven Tuning http://www.johnsmusic7.com/

This was the original version I recorded before I completely overhauled it (see version on "It takes a village album ). I wasnt crazy about it but hell I put time into it and completed it so why not post it up.

Wedding march written a long time ago for a friend and a failed marriage. The song symbolizes hope and trust in the face of fear. The composition is all that's left of that now, but, it still means something. Not our usual, so please don't…

Oh, it's fall again, Autumn leaves are sweeping in, Came and went like the tides. Oh, chills on the wind again, Eating through our clothes, Aching our blood cells. Oh, where is home again, With fire in our hearts, And love on our shoulders…

This one is written for my niece Madelyn. I love you. [By: Andrew Sweet]

Another Singer /Songwriter that i admire so much , ive managed to see him four times over the years , this was recorded live , just how i like it