I found a spot beside the path on the mountain of Jazz, not very far up, but the view was pleasant, so I stayed a while and and grabbed some words from the beauty and life passing at the time.

Today's jamming of an old tune. Don't get to comfy: there's more.

First song written on an electric. Was, and Is and Is to come.

Funk for freeing souls. I finally put my finger on what's wrong with people. I had 'Hippie!' shouted at me from a passing car last week and this was the spontaneous out pouring.

Unsated by an evening of TV and beer, I saw the snow on the screen and remember that it was back ground radiation from the moment of creation pouring through the universe, I use it as a metaphor for the unsatisfying noise of modern life. After…

I found a spot beside the path on the mountain of Jazz, not very far up, but the view was pleasant, so I stayed a while and and grabbed some words from the beauty and life passing at the time.

Having fun with Tomas's harmonica.

Today's jamming of an old tune. Don't get to comfy: there's more.