So I was locked in the broom-cupboard, checking out some old songs that need recording. I'd just picked one and then suddenly this thing came out of nowehere. It started with one of those guitarist doodles that other musicians love so much…

This one's a bit of a ponderous beastie. It can be whatever you want it to be. For me, it's got a lot to do with Sunday 18th June 1815. **** **Cold - A A J Russe** Your wagon-train Is out of danger And of course you never lie Not…

I hate when I write the ending first...This is the 4th "bit" written in "The Room Over The Garage" or simply, "The Room" 2 minutes of pretty much the same progression...but it will coax out the rest of the tune. We write in "bits" or "pieces…

Another "bit"...If you can't name 20 songs this "bit" already appears in...well...

Welcome to October...just a clip

Reg woke from his nightmare gasping for breath.....but it was ok it was only a dream........it was only a dream....wasn't it?

another sad song from Reg........ I don't know sometimes i don’t know how its gonna go i don’t know how its gonna be to live without you I'm so twisted up in regret My mind won't stop thinking of you my heart bleeds cause it knows all it…

This is an invitation, with instructions, on how any AT musician can hop a train in the US and get to my house for a jam session. Figured the lyrics needed to mention all 3 of the collaborating musicians home towns cuz they all run along these…

Thanks Norm for the percussion track, Groove for Saint Michael. The (Bass perc?) ties the whole thing down- Now get out there and enjoy the summer>!

I remastered this one that got deleted a while ago, still too much stuff in it but keeps rabbits outta the garden when i crank it on exterior speakers outside.