My attempt at old school Americana.

This could be profound A holy fountain Of our unbounded love Home ceases to be A place so much as Simply us (and how!) This is firmer ground My core announces That falling down with The one who picks you up Isn't true falling You…

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…

A sketch with an attempt to capture the gathering light of a forest floor as the sun rises along the St. Croix River. Microfreak and guitar with looper pedal and reverb.

Sublimity: the instant something becomes something else For Dr. R: Not gonna lie, you were often a difficult person to be with. But it was also an honor to be present during your final moments. I hope I represented what that might have been…

Note: Dr. Sattilaro strayed from the diet in the late '80s and back onto typical Western fare, his cancer returned, and he died soon thereafter.