It was 3 degrees this morning and with a new/used dulcimer in the house, well, the only thing to do is write a song. _______________________________________________ As I wake up to a cold winter morning Frosty windows receive the sunshine…

Reg has finally sunk down to where he belongs, he feels at home here ......a bit of an experiment with a pawnshop fuzz on the vocal..gives Reg a touch of Tom in the gutter I languish in gutter I’ve said my goodbyes There Ain’t…

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Dave come over and we got to jamming and got jazzy, the reds have already invaded Britain and the Russians are coming to the party too....we're fucked

This started as an exploration of more traditional progression, and it turned into a dirge and sendoff for my tried-and-true Focusrite Scarlett audio interface that served me well for the past 15 years or so. Nothing left for me to do but bury…

Reg is worrying that the new interest is not interested ..... Are you just messing me around Theres a danger in your eye that I keep seeing I don’t know why or what your fearing The clock keeps going It keeps ticking The sun outside…

That something that summer brings along but we quell it, keep it wrapped up tight inside .... I've got to ramble on There must be something the night wants to share with me It wakes me from my dreams when I’m not unaware It feels…

A real-time recording of me improvising over four sibling loops

A very special song that will only be appreciated by myself and 8 other dudes. #LM2013+n