yaman,the first raga we learn,played on the sitar whilst waiting for my new dilruba to arrive from india.....

He's really must come down......................enoughs enough......isn't it?

From the album of the same name, 2004. Recorded on 4-track cassette. This album now has its own page at our website - see our profile for the link.

Reg stood by the mirror and peered in at himself, he didn't recognise who he saw, the image that peered back out at him didn't resemble who he thought he was and it shook him to his core.............because he thought, he, the man he recognises…

A work in progress. Featuring Special Guest Robot.

I've always liked PR's 1993 recording of this, so I used GarageBand to record a quartet consisting of me, me, me, and me playing it. I don't have the music, I ripped it off all by ear.

Wish it was just something i MADE UP... (c) 2008 Royal T Music

OUT THERE SOMEWHERE Her eyes were blurry. Her face was painted Her hair was died black. Her purse was heave She said something. I asked her to repeat it She said, “Stop the car. I thot I could trust you.” I pulled it over and I waited…

Maia was from Georgia. The Georgia that was part of the the USSR. She drew pictures of her sisters. She lived on orange juice and tea. (Horns by my brother, John.) MEETING MAIA Where the tram stops in front of the Van Gough Museum, I waited…