Contrary to public opinion, the term "The Holy Ground" doesn't refer to the Emerald Isle. Nope. It's the name of a whore house that Irish sailors would visit. The Irish have quite a sense of humor...!

Modern classical piano piece

Something I came up with on a Sunday afternoon.

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My D & D days coming out to play. Lyrics Gather round a fairy tale of waiting ladies a Prince's vail First real love for the King and Queen pass this day where the wizards play by the castle walls casting spells for the…

late night, impromptu, its like emotional diarrhea.

an exploration,using a loop station and guitar rig effects,of musical soundscapes

Autumn in D minor (Instrumental)

Op. 15 Book II Exodus

I remember when we were young I remember waiting for the sun you said you loved me you said you need me you said you want me and that was forever I remember the stories of our days I remember the tears in your eyes you said…

I Believe by far my most beautiful instrumental track, much the opposite of You Forgot Bush's War Crimes. Maybe because I haven't commited any? I'm growing to accept that most of the time, my instrumentals should be short and sweet.

I've never heard "Horse with No Name" all the way through, and i wasn't trying to rip it off, but i really like the melody i wrote for this and it turned out to fit perfectly with the sound of the bass. Really proud of my composing on this track…

This was supposed to be my "folky" track, but I love the way this turned out. It was originally written Napalm Shoot up but My Chair took it's place on that album.

Drinking coffee at my modest kitchen table around noon, after just waking up, I starred out the skinny window next to my door and saw the back of a stairway. These Lyrics were partly inspired by Bukowski's style, partly remnants of growing up…

I don't know if even I can tell, but this is inspired by Captain Beefheart's Trout Mask Replica. Ok, maybe its not so well hidden. Katie Lawrence can be heard on this track, recording this having never seen the lyrics prior to.

Inspired partly by a co-worker who was a great, now lost musician. This track is somewhat about my five year stint in Gallup, New Mexico (Bob Dylan anyone?). This was written as a poem before I started writing Slumber Love.

I'm not usually good at mixing two of my songs together, but i think this turned out great. Maybe a little too Velvet Underground. Maybe nothing is ever too Velvet Underground... Written just for Abide.

This is one of the songs I wrote for Filthy Time that's been hiding in the back of a notebook waiting for music to be chugged out. I'm really glad I let this seep for a while before letting loose.

This song is one of the few i wrote just for Abide. I've been listening almost non-stop to Dylan's latest release and this is what I got out of it. I mean no disrespect to Bob, just trying to sing my songs.