A little bit of boom boom be doom ...... without the waffle.... a little clumsy at the beginning but we soon get the hang of it..

A love song to my wife........ if you listen carefully you can hear the children running around outside the door......

This one is more of a reading set to music of part of a piece i wrote about a place i used to live. We used to walk most days down into the valley and i long to be back there, hopefully one day i will ... There are a few fluffs in the reading…

Well poor old Reg was left by his love so he decided to write a song. Here it is another brokenhearted rendition....................

There is a small flicker of faith that he will make it through. He has found himself in the market place surrounded by people, looking for compassion. There is none. He feels invisible, centered on his own problems but that small flicker of faith…

There is a small flicker of faith that he will make it through. He has found himself in the market place surrounded by people, looking for compassion. There is none. He feels invisible, centered on his own problems but that small flicker of faith…

There is a small flicker of faith that he will make it through. He has found himself in the market place surrounded by people, looking for compassion. There is none. He feels invisible, centered on his own problems but that small flicker of faith…

There is a small flicker of faith that he will make it through. He has found himself in the market place surrounded by people, looking for compassion. There is none. He feels invisible, centered on his own problems but that small flicker of faith…

had to equalize this thing to get it to keep from ripping holes into the sound equipment

Faith is assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen. When Faith goes to the market, it always takes a basket. The beginning of anxiety is the end of faith and the beginning of faith is the end of anxiety. [George Mueller…