memory of Death Valley today and seeing a bird trying to move forward just as i was on the road there with gale force mother nature winds holding us in trance.

plucked fingerpicked violin

for a friend, looped violin

Shorty Reporting from a bumpin' club kittycorner to the Stalingrad Laser Tag Arena. While the familiar drone of Katelynne's hard Russian house beats new life into old souls, you can hear the off nights from working all the old brites into beamers…

haven't played the oud in a while. Pegs needed setting so lubed with the peg dope and tuned up. Did this in spirit of the Halloween Sound-In event this weekend. agarwood is a teacher of struggle, war, pain, and triumph over adversity