I haven't tried the vox pipes in a few months. I've been sickly and singing was out of the question. After 24 days of instrumental RPM, I started getting back to 99%. Might as well sing right? Better yet , let me trash the greatest song of…

I haven't tried the vox pipes in a few months. I've been sickly and singing was out of the question. After 24 days of instrumental RPM, I started getting back to 99%. Might as well sing right? Better yet , let me trash the greatest song of…

Aw, we tried to make this a bit more pro, but sometimes the really fun moments in life are fleeting. So here it is warts and all. But don't mind that - just get out onto the dance floor with Reg! It's ok: he's up to date on his shots. When…

Aw, we tried to make this a bit more pro, but sometimes the really fun moments in life are fleeting. So here it is warts and all. But don't mind that - just get out onto the dance floor with Reg! It's ok: he's up to date on his shots. When…

Reg was back at therapy using music to explain one of his favourite memories, watching John Wayne sat on his fathers knee......it seemed to help

Every thought words/music: Geir 'in the home late at night just as I turn out the lights I hear a voice from the wall it says it has heard it all it holds the secrets of the home every thought that needs a throne in the middle of…

This is another of the Bootleg prison tapes that Reg made during his Music therapy with Dr Vibes.......................

Harmonica by Dr. K -------------------------------------------------- Paper hearts in your window paper hearts on your door Paper hearts ripped in pieces And Strewn across the floor but who am I to question The intentions of old…

Harmonica by Dr. K -------------------------------------------------- Paper hearts in your window paper hearts on your door Paper hearts ripped in pieces And Strewn across the floor but who am I to question The intentions of old…

Harmonica by Dr. K -------------------------------------------------- Paper hearts in your window paper hearts on your door Paper hearts ripped in pieces And Strewn across the floor but who am I to question The intentions of old…