I was going for something here... I don't know what it was, but I didn't get it. It's not the worst thing ever. I like the strummy guitar solos. The chorus isn't so bad. I don't know. I might just be tired, but I think this one is going to…

This is a track written and performed with an old metal band called Soul Casket.

This one is okay. Nothing special. The whole stream of conscious lyric writing approach got a little screwy here when the second verse went really dark but the chorus was kinda up and happy. Oh well. I kinda like the chorus here. A few…

A nice, bouncy little ditty, eh? This has two tie backs to the 1980's. First, the lead guitar. Back in the late 80's I was not a guitar gear junkie at all. That addiction only developed a few years ago. Back then it was Les Paul -> Wah…

I think we have a winner here. I already had 50 songs in process for the 50/90 challenge and I was starting to feel like I was going to finish with time to spare. Then my wife and I were having a Facetime call with my step daughter who is…

Gone north to the homestead for a while. " That old air liner bit that landing site like an orphan headed home"

Dj Rim / Elvis Presley Voice Overs . Hope The Magic Works! :-)

Dj Rim / Elvis Presley Voice Overs . Hope The Magic Works! :-)

Dj Rim / Elvis Presley Voice Overs . Hope The Magic Works! :-)

oh sing a song about how when you're doing it you were writing about doing her and insofar as we could tell you were most proud of describing it as 'unless you like hitting the back' which made us all get a little softer in our collective stances…

the story of the woodbury red tape fire pit mixtape would have to wait, she thought to herself the municipality of woodbury itself not being confined to businesspeople or salarymen considering themselves to be sharks; how to build a business…

there was a chance that the sequel would be better than the original. she mulled this over in her head as the sound of the fleeing boys echoed throughout the vaulted ceiling of the library of babel

the paw prints, weary little tracks from where princess mononoke had fled from the living quarters, made her way up to the crawlspace above the breakfast nook, will not come down despite plaintive cries & pleas from her flatmate she must…