Don Bolles was a newspaper reporter who was killed in Phoenix, Arizona in 1976 while investigating a land deal that was closely tied to the Mafia. He was blown up in front of the Hotel Clarendon, and I had a scary experience at the same hotel…

A true story from a rough week. The window into the soul of a man really does run through the contents of his stomach.

I grew up in Redding, California. That part of Northern California is more like Alabama than it is San Francisco. Hence, it could be called "Calibama."

If you ever drive on Interstate 5 in California, between Sacramento and WIlliams, you will drive by both Arbuckle and College City. This is their song.

Only the people with problems call after the decent have gone to sleep...

The epic story of an orange fight at a Cal USC game that my family won in spectacular fashion.

"THE Message?" My God.... THE Message? The Message, My MESSAGE After the beep? "Be kind to strangers, and even kinder to those you know and love. That was the best I could do, so now I have the Batman Blues."

A story about a good-natured woman and a bunch of recent parolees from the state prison in Vacaville, California, on a Greyhound bus.

I spend a night there once, I was dizzy with Hadrian's Blues.

I wrote this song after seeing the man who almost killed me and not acting out all of my revenge fantasies. He was selling TVs at Costco.

The story of a house of ill-repute that met a very bad end.

Big Brother is watching... Time to get paranoid. Rough live studio demo.

A cautionary tale about falling back into addiction. Rough live studio demo.

When you finally realise that that lifelong friend isn't really a friend at all and it's time to say 'goodbye'. Rough live studio demo.

Standing outside, looking in. Keeping people at arm's length until you're sure of their intentions. Rough live studio demo.

Moving to San Francisco........

Looking At The Pictures On The Wall.......

there everywhere..........