A collab on lyrics from the other-side...... Before i stumble and fall Falling back through memories I don't expect a soft landing I'm staring at the tumbleweeds remembering it all i'm remembering it all before I stumble and fall remembering…

This was a song I wrote last year, and haven't recorded until last night. We had a jam session at my place, so you'll hear some folks you know on this live recording.. Feels like a old time sing-a-long as I listened again this morning. Colleen…

Improv, March 7, 2015

A twist on the popular story of a wolf and three pigs.

RPM 2k15 vocals by David George you said it a thousand times before i know, i know, i know as if you thought i wasn’t listening anymore if i could i would ease your sorrow and your pain so you won’t ever have to say these things again…

RPM 2k15 vocal by Colin Garvey extra guitars Brent Nolan he’s hiding in plain sight sends a message, don’t bother drive away, refuse to fight and try to be the father left alone with the radio and wipe away my tears weakness reveals…

BROKEN BOTTLES Broken bottles on the shore You're molded to the bathroom floor Just like you were the day before All throughout the year and more No excuse, you're such a mess You break your word, you're honor-less A heartless soul…

from the album 'ZERO' featuring Tess Savigear on vocals as you wish said the boy to the girl with the sparkling eyes so it goes, so they say he was taken from her that day and her deep blue eyes went silent just another sad tale, so sorry…

the actual title of this tune is "the truth is something everybody lies about"

RPM Holiday Challenge 2014 recorded entirely in Garageband on my IPad mini

"Danny Boy" is a ballad written by English songwriter Frederic Weatherly. It is considered to be an unofficial signature song, particularly by Irish Americans and Irish Canadians. Here's my version...

RPM 2014 been so long since I’ve been out of the city maybe even longer than I can remember tried to leave many times, oh what a pity there’s no around anymore to take me away should I be a hermit in a barrel under the brush creek bridge…

No more sin or sorrow foolish fancy to a fault No more dirth upon the land that withers under the assault No more Babylon behavior bobbing up and down and up until we drown away each memory scattered from a shattered cup. No more crying for…

On Wikipedia I read this about the great jazz pianist Bud Powell: "...his solos could be heard to emulate the horn players' attack — with the use of frequent arpeggios punctuated by chromaticism," so the first thing you hear is a lick that uses…

THE TWO (or the witnesses) You are the town and we are the clock. We are the guardians of the gate in the rock. The Two. On your left and on your right In the day and in the night, We are watching you. Wiser not to ask just…