John Salad walks off into the sunset, carrying a severed dinosaur head in hand.

John Salad gets angry.

John Salad wakes up, brushes his teeth, reads the paper, drinks a coffee out of his Ray's Diner mug.

The title says it all. Literally.

Our 4th song about Wawa. The praise is eternal. If you've never experienced Wawa, you just wouldn't understand.

Tom and Amy are having a baby. This song is for the little nugget.

A love song for my wife.

An acoustic guitar instrumental inspired by the sound of a rainy day.

Early morning, down by the docks, the fog is heavy before the sun burns it off.

A little modal jamming over a D drone. Just trying to make myself feel warm as I look outside at the third major snowstorm in three weeks coming down.