looking out the window next your bed wondering how you got here again holes in the walls where fists have been your doors always kept open please don't stop hoping you want the truth even it kills you your doubts have built up flame…

Maybe I missed a career scoring for no budget spaghetti westerns, because this is what this reminds me of. Done live a couple weeks ago with the Taylor and a floor full of toys and loopers.

One of them ol' funky blues thingymebobs.

This is an old 19h century sea shanty (or chanty) arranged around clawhammer-style banjo, with a bit of Irish whistle, faux bodhrán, and a goofy pseudo-accent to Irish it up a little. Just in time for St. Paddy's Day. Warning: the chorus can…

This is an old 19h century sea shanty (or chanty) arranged around clawhammer-style banjo, with a bit of Irish whistle, faux bodhrán, and a goofy pseudo-accent to Irish it up a little. Just in time for St. Paddy's Day. Warning: the chorus can…

My "banjo-centric" arrangement of this old minstrel show tune. I recorded it for backing tracks for my live set. I kind of wanted a fiddle solo, but I don't play fiddle. So in the middle there's a little "fiddle synthesizer" - just a couple of…

This is an old 19h century sea shanty (or chanty) arranged around clawhammer-style banjo, with a bit of Irish whistle, faux bodhrán, and a goofy pseudo-accent to Irish it up a little. Just in time for St. Paddy's Day. Warning: the chorus can…

No explanation needed, the lyrics are clear. This is an album of conviction.

looking out the window next your bed wondering how you got here again holes in the walls where fists have been your doors always kept open please don't stop hoping you want the truth even it kills you your doubts have built up flame…