We celebrate the passing of a great musical instrument. Hobart M. Cable, the piano lent to us this summer, is going back to his kind owner, Danny. He will be dearly missed. We hastily wrote this little ditty in his last few hours in our possession…

We celebrate the passing of a great musical instrument. Hobart M. Cable, the piano lent to us this summer, is going back to his kind owner, Danny. He will be dearly missed. We hastily wrote this little ditty in his last few hours in our possession…

We celebrate the passing of a great musical instrument. Hobart M. Cable, the piano lent to us this summer, is going back to his kind owner, Danny. He will be dearly missed. We hastily wrote this little ditty in his last few hours in our possession…

A simple ethereal organ tune.

Something completely different- Uilleann pipes(Irish bagpipes) and synth. I wrote this tune over 20 years ago in the style of traditional Irish slow airs. It was recorded way back in 1991 for an album that's been out of print for over 15 years…

I really dug deep with this one in the Dub style, which is not really my forte, but gave it the ol' good try.

When anger knows no bounds. When betrayal begets rage. When sleep brings no rest. When fighting is just the beginning.

When anger knows no bounds. When betrayal begets rage. When sleep brings no rest. When fighting is just the beginning.