Alone in a bedroom with a turnned off TV a guitar a microphone and an imagination....

it started here yesterday woot.

this is pre the seventy minute stretch of this into the under/drops of pandemonium one.

an ode to the national debt

an ode to the national debt

to my grandson gus

the line of dawn says farewell every day as it sweeps through

i've rolled my share of buick roadmasters off the mountain