Flying back from Sicily on Friday and trying to land in the storm of the century. Plane was blown sideways on approach and we had to do a few more laps before we could land. Damn near put a bingo dot in my knickers. I get inspired by the weirdest…

The first song worked on and the first song finished. The 2022 RPM Challenge is well underway! I had a few gimmicky ideas for this year's challenge and this song hits on some of them. First, I wanted to get away from the small room reverb…

featuring drums by the one and only Bukupanda!

featuring drums by the one and only Bukupanda!

What I imagine a live band at the fictional Blauwe Blome bar, from the sci-fi series, "The Expanse", would sound like.

Demo #13 for FAWM ’22. One hour scrimmage for the prompt "text, supertext, hypertext, megatext, ultratext"... which I interpreted as subtext.

**Song-writing Demo for FAWM 2022** Song number 8 Written Monday 14th February 2022 **** It's not entirely true. But it's CLOSE ENOUGH! It was actually the 16th of February. But we were corresponding by email on the 14th. Then we…

Raised on vinyl and a needle that rides To a paper circle at the end of both sides Between the speakers, cover in hand Sit in silence after Jungleland I will not trade one bit of my soul for their pieces of gold I've seen a world they'll…

Some days I'm the preacher with my head up in a cloud Some days I'm a gentleman who does my mama proud But some days I'm the creature who just arrived from Mars And some days I'm the futurist who drives electric cars Some days I'm the…

Our protagonist becomes a parent! They have a child who loves the movie Corpse Bride, but they pass away really young, absolutely destroying our protagonist to the point where they is asking their Ars Goetia demon friend for help to see if their…

This is the follow up to 40, which I wrote 10 years go. Every decade that goes by I will write another song.

Demo #9 for FAWM ’22.

Breaking things down; sometimes into component parts and other times with the intent of discarding.

Recognizing something needs to be different - sometimes coming to that painful realization.

Gone on a travel on a winter day It doesn’t matter any price I’ll pay I ain't busy on the week after next Just give me a call or just gimme a text I got no plans to be leavin' my couch Eatin' the doritos in the family pouch You are…