Not A serious tune, more of a slight mental breakdown

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…

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…