Our dear friend Lynda is in hospice; we wanted to do a song for her - for all she has done for us. This is that song. k & w

Wrote this one late evening, during an impromtu outdoor concert on the farm in Oregon. I was sitting on the knoll, at the outer edge of a circle of oaks and maples, looking out over the fields, meadows, and the woods beyond, that formed a natural…

Steve and I on a Sunday afternoon jam. haven't changed it a lick. Minimally processed it. I liked the openess of it, so I left it alone. Went to Crater Lake, and found this songs home. Played it to the stars the moon and the waters, as the moon…

Steve and I on a Sunday afternoon jam. haven't changed it a lick. Minimally processed it. I liked the openess of it, so I left it alone. Went to Crater Lake, and found this songs home. Played it to the stars the moon and the waters, as the moon…

Wrote this one late evening, during an impromtu outdoor concert on the farm in Oregon. I was sitting on the knoll, at the outer edge of a circle of oaks and maples, looking out over the fields, meadows, and the woods beyond, that formed a natural…

Sudara sent me a guitar piece he was working on... So I added a song. And it didn't turn out at all as I expected.