a song I wrote about a neighbor of mine.

cocaine and the 80's, a doctors office and the book I read there

life's frustrations

Written two years ago when I figured out the ukulele.

Beware the brain-breaking treble.

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.

Home fretted 22 note per octave guitar

Looking into her shadowed eyes. Looking into her shadowed skies.

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!