A big fan of Frank Zappa and his notion of "xenochrony," Kevin indulged in a fun, hamfisted version of that process by taking some alternate/unused vocal takes from a couple of our RPM Challenge 2025 songs and adding them to the unused first take…

Too many rainy days lately, so what is a boy to do? Write a song! ____________________________ I'm walking down this country road to find some peace of mind With every step I seem to take I leave the world behind There's agates in the gravel…

a twist in the tale.... My sister Mary calls on me Very rare she comes around She tells me she is in love with this guy Who lives on the other side of town Wide eyed, loud and gushing She tells me his name is Danny McCrew Over coffee…

This one's just a minute long. A friend says it sounds like "some sort of retro elevator synthwave or something..." Hope you like it! Instruments used: Behringer LM-1 (Linndrum), Korgo microKORG (Moogy bass and lead sound) Roland Juno…

Early Saturday 22 MARCH 2025 inspiration. Playing my custom red telecaster made by James Sanscrainte (thanks Jim!). Also used my Washburn acoustic and Gretsch bass. Needs some re-arranging and vocals. More to come!

A track written and recorded for the Record Every Month Challenge in March 2025

Well....what to do with this ***hole

Trucks pass by my house all night Across the river east and west I hike for several hours a day And climb upon the granite crest Where I can see the valley floor And forest with its secret streams The gold mined towns that lie below…

Reg was strumming and has got to thinking, I know he shouldn't but he has and he thinks the governments of this world have given up on love and understanding. They now want us to hate, hate, hate, hate, be angry, put against one another the haves…

Hey, can I see the little treasure that you found? Tell me where did you find it, was it lying on the ground? Well this treasure that I found was just lying on the ground Out in the pouring rain Tell me, from me to you, what's it going to…

I'm an honest man and it's the truth that I'm chasing But the truth is that the lies are an easier catch Rise up early in the morning Shovel in hand and I'm breaking my back to clear a path Here comes the plow again Finally found some…

everybody's waiting for the light but we don't need the sun to show our bright side strip away the veil before your eyes wading in with nothing on our minds good morning swimmers if you should respond to our invite you may even come…

moving back and forth doesn't have to take very much force oh but standing up straight, it does crowding doesn't count much when you are trying to limb out can we get down to the roots of us small connections can be found buried deep beneath…

when i was telling all the other kids i was 13 the hotel has a pool, it has a couple of vending machines with all my story telling done, i went home to mow the lawn i fell under the blades and now my summer dreams are gone that's just one…

spoon full of sugar in the mouth far too sweet had to spit it out now by bitterness replace a winterfresh, peppermint taste it still lingers on your breath on your lips, the kiss of death so have another piece of cake wash it down with…

A taste of my own medicine's still medicine I suppose So why do I still feel so gross? Just below the canopy You see the forest through the trees Why can't I be taller than these? Your lying lips make myths Lying lips make myths You…

in the restless night you can hear the stars go by it's only in my mind but we're running out of light you say you know just who i am, but i don't think you're right i'm not sure what you're thinking of i'm so tired of the la di da di…