I dreamed my husband was singing me the chorus as we binged on heroin in the desert, immediately woke up and wrote the rest in a hour.

Make a game out of life, and a pretty song of death; how else not to close your eyes, how else continue to draw breath? It's as you say, sir; we might have died. But don't you feel it was worth it, just to spit in God's eye?

If you've known me a while you know at least one episode from the story of this song, involving a deep drunken state, hitchhiking in various states of undress, and stealing from a church. But hopefully not too many of you have seen the mugshot…

with Chris Vaisvil playing guitar and myself on vocal from their 1981 album moving pictures……hope you enjoy

A tribute to my good friends Saturn's Return from Southport, ME. A great hard punk/metal band. The first three parts were instrumental songs, so I felt I could offer my playing this way. Check em out on Facebook!

This is from around 1991 I would say, and is a practice from the basement, a slowed-down version of a faster song.

Stricken Bill is visiting from Sweden. He said he really liked this song. So, I said, "Let's record it, Bill." And that's what we did with him doing the singing and humming. © 2013 Royal T Music

First part of my sonata. Share it, or don't. Or do? I don't know. It's your life not mine, but do it. Peer pressure!