Solo acoustic finger picking thing I've been working on for a while. Sometime around 1968 I started studying with Mr. George Bennett who taught me the rudiments of finger picking. Later when we played some gigs together he also taught me the rudiments…

Re-Working of sat am jam with my friend Scott Meister adding Bass and texture. Much better than original!

A work in progress. Potentially for an indie game.

Story came out of my current situation of commuting Mondays to my job 200 miles out of town and then back on Fridays. Been doing it 8 months now. Trying to sell a house, it aint fun.

Song came out of a chord progression I had had for awhile and finally had some lyrics come that fit it. Might be on the RPM cd might not.

A disturbing little story from a deranged mind : Sleeping with lobsters Hard as a nut strong as a bolt his car is rusty he carries a colt he’s sleeping with lobsters he’s one yard short of a foot cold as a stone soft as a shoe his eyes…

Something I missed for many years was singing in a choir. Now that I have multitracking I don't miss it any more. THE WINNOWING WIND I feel the wind flow thru me Oh, please, don't let it undo me. Let it level and true me The wind, the…

Well as you've come to know Reg wears his heart on his sleeve, the new woman who was going to be the one has gone. He's decided to go for a walk in the park to clear his head , he's sad oh! he is sad, sad, sad, ............. This one, i heard…

I've made three different versions of this song, but I think I like this one the most. Lyrics: She was stunningly pretty but confined to her throne Her beauty was praised but her feelings unknown To the peasants and paupers, the burghers…

Reg keeps looking at her but she doesn't show any guilt, how can she behave like nothing has happened has she forgotten he knows............