This is another original song that I wrote called, "I Remember it Well!". I'm sure all Musos can relate to this one... When I was a younger man (in my 20s), I regularly jammed with a particular group of mates... and MAN did we create some…

This is a "Protest song", in the tradition of the 60s and 70s "Protest Singers" of the past. Sadly, there aren't many around these days, so I wrote this song for all those folks out there who do not trust the Government with their Security…

I never thought I could be the kind of person who enjoys exercise but turns out I am. I'm really grateful for finding my gym that's really chill and not the kind of environment I would automatically think of. No Gym Bros. Still writing a…

Well what a day rain, rain, and then more rain I think we're going to need an arc if this carries on ....I need some sunshine I need the sunshine I need its glow I need the sunshine to make me whole I love the summer days drifting away…

October 2023 A-side? It started with the stupid singsong thing I remember hearing as a kid and then mutated into Meshuggah... with a special cameo at the end of the track.

October 2023 B-side? Halloween/spooky music always calls for theremin. I don't have a thermin, so I made do with what I had.

October 2023 C-side? Because it was appropriate for the monthly theme, I decided to butcher a song I wrote in 2005.

" The West meets the East " The 8 Tone Russian scale -Via Record and Yamaha's Motif a short work. The photo was found at “biggest Russian grizzly bear.”

I have a relatively easy life. Today I recognize that through song. Still writing a Song a Day through October.

Stop all war!

Compassion - I've sung before about my feelings towards the culture I grew up in. I'm grateful to have found peace and compassion for myself despite the toxic culture I was surrounded by as a child. Still writing a #songaday about something…

Recorded in 2019.

here is the suitable place to suggest, not far from where I thought the deepest part ways with the big chisel through six feet of ice as I stood there, perspiring in the cold, ice clear river water bubbled up in the hole, loose.

the brown pond water, released from its ice prison, surged up foaming sometimes the water, contained by a straight line, a tangent line, loose

find it again in the spring, a tremendous multi-layered sheet of ice built up on the slough. nothing could be loose parallel lines make a small ring of deep color a constant distance apart and never cross, rinse out your brush or seize…

find it again in the spring, a tremendous multi-layered sheet of ice built up on the slough. nothing could be loose

in the usual sense of the term of brushing an arc is any irregular or free curve represented in the low of the mouth, loose

and of not touching it afterwards to say that transparency, and charm, peculiar to out there in that amaze, often with thin gloves or nothing, loose

large irregular mound, never forget what it amounted to was work flat when compared with the first, interest is usually considered money, loose