The door has closed and Reg is very afraid of the days ahead so he had a chat with Jim down in the cellar last night and this is what they came up with.......... Strange Days (Lyrics) Strange days have come to me again Lost and afraid i cant…

Dead soldiers from the war (pick one) gather together for old times' sake, ideally at the local tavern in Sleepy Eye, Minnesota. Which may or may not put Sleepy Eye on the map ....

Well there's one kind favour I'll ask of you See that my grave is kept clean Well there's two white horses in a line Carryin' me to my buryin' ground Dig my grave with a silver spade And lower me down with a golden chain If you ever…

Various people variously named Lewis/Ludwig/Louis (Latin: "Ludovico") gathered in an Oxford pub at last call.

maybe tweak it a bit more this weekend...

a NeilShakeyYoung tune....

Unfortunately, this was recorded with me as recording engineer, not as the player.

Thanks to Marc Halikas for bass & acoustic guitar. Lyrics: Happy. Sad Distant as the night and day Good and bad Hoping for a better way The thoughts of a happy past Sometimes will bring A measure of hope Sharing thoughts With someone that…

Ferryman - Vocals (slightly re-imagined lyrics), bass, rhythm guitar Dave Berry - guitar fills (r&l), lead solo, harmonica.

first song in a long time. getting the rust out of my fingers.

fuck i dont know

Another one from the collaboration of Chris Vaisvil, Norm and thetworegs from the album Women and Whisky together ain't no good. We hope you enjoy...................... Reg created the lyrics, vocal melody, and sang Norm composed and played…

Reg was talking to Elvis last night and Elvis came out with something so simple and profound "you can't hide from the man inside" and this got Reg thinking....................

Based on an insipid ditty in the Marx Brothers' film "Horse Feathers," which is repeated ad nauseam throughout the picture.

Some kind of obscure metaphor for trying to kindle a fire in a downpour.

A composition written backwards. I started with the relative harmony/coherence of the final measures and retrogressively dismantled it, concluding with the relative chaos of the opening.

"The expression that there is nothing to express, nothing with which to express, nothing from which to express, no power to express, no desire to express, together with the obligation to express." (From Samuel Beckett, Three Dialogues, "Tal Coat")

spitfire Cover

Turn it up.

Sticky, remember Homer guarding the Sugar, warm climate, plenty of yoghurt, let's not be guilty of indulgence. I have no idea what this means, you decide.

Another little tune-sketch from your ever-incomplete but always searching friend, Quill.

I like spaghetti metal better, but why not try some spaghetti hip hop? :)

Song from mid ninties, for the Trawler tapes collection. I do plan to make a new version of this when I get around to it. The YouTube vid is rudimentary

A song for a very special friend, and I'm glad she loved it. I hope I can soon post some songs of her and me together here.

I wanted a song that had the rhythm of aimlessly driving around.

Come Tomorrow - I'm like a tumbleweed, got no roots I'm like a climbing vine, leaves and chutes Come tomorrow, I might not be around Come tomorrow I'm a reflection, you see me in your mirror A missed connection, so far and yet right here…

final

Im still learning and there are a few mistakes here

Track 8 from "Waves of Sound"

Track 7 from "Waves of Sound"

Track 6 from "Waves of Sound"

Track 5 from "Waves of Sound"

Track 1 from "Waves of Sound"