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.

Getting silly with home made muffins. I know I can do better, hopefully the embarasment of having this out there will kick in to concentrating enough to get some quality in to my recordings again.

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

A Psalm.

Colaboring with Bainsey, a local blundering magician. Old words from the dessert.

Wanting to clear away the debris of the arguments that keep us apart, I chose the axe and took it to the root of the problem.