Al : Piano Jess : Vox

Al : Guitar, Vox Jess : Tambourine, Vox

Al : Piano, Harmonica, Vox Jess : Tambourine, Vox

I forgot to put on my harmonica for this one. So there's a missing solo. Oops. Al : Piano, Vox Jess : Vox

Somehow this outlaw stuff comes out every time i have to do my taxes ...

I really was carrying the ash from the fire out in the dark and looking at the stars and thinking how weird that was - to be throwing the ashes out in the middle of the night and pitch black and everything

has an Alan Watts sample in it that discusses the vanishing of the hand when lacking background. as i wanted to keep my hand, i gave some background to the song, and as a result it is pretty well-layered. i was wondering how you think you write…

All guitars by my good friend Chris Mitchell. I had a chance to record this while I was in Dallas this past Summer. This is a companion piece to my song Secrets from the "Of Sound Mind" album, my RPM 2009 entry.

An instrumental forged from frustration ;-)

Anger....

December will be magic... perhaps

I've alway's loved Ozzy's music, this is one of my Fav's. Everything is done by me, Vocal's, instrument's. The word's I give credit to Ozzy's song from Black Sabbath "Snowblind". I hope you like it..

Watching the snow start to fall....

My 2009 Christmas Challenge song. It's rough around the edges and I didn't have a drumset, so fake drums, but all in all, not a bad little diddy. enjoy!

from the upcoming album "Leaving My Body"

When the bombing ends and all that's left is sand and bones and charred remains, what will you think then? Will you call it a win? Or will you lay down and die with all the rest? Its not too late to stop, call this death march to a halt. I promise…

Featuring Mark Treefrog on Hapi Drum

Fourteen days till my ship sets sail, fourteen days of nonstop hail, punchin’ holes in everything I see. Fourteen days of howlin’ wind and rain, fourteen days full of doubt and pain, gnawin’ my guts till finally I’m free. I can’t stop, I can…

A little white house, just off the highway, ghost of a black cat scratchin’ at the door. Old dry well out in the backyard, we just can’t use it anymore. There are some secrets here. Oh, there’s secrets everywhere. I know nothin’ more or less…