This is a rare happy song. It was first recorded 15 years ago, but the mix had the vocals way too low. I thought of it again yesterday after we had such a fine day enjoying the sun. This is the second attempt at getting through the whole song…

This is a silly song I wrote 35 years ago for a crush. For some reason today felt like the day to record it. The way that mountains shape the horizon The way that lightning lights the sky The way that ice cream makes you shiver The way…

This was written over a cup of cold coffee in a nearby shop. The person I was with convinced me to get up and play it in front of the huge crowd of maybe 6 people, and that version was uploaded to Alonetone a few days ago. This second version…

You could not be faithful in the end You could not be faithful in the end I only asked for eternity, forever and again But you could not be faithful little friend Every sunrise to paint the mountain dew Every honesty Rembrandt ever drew…

Stumble across A crack in the sidewalk Jolted back to the dry city air I thought I was ready I hear myself crying Just get home before anyone stares Can't feel a thing except fingernails piercing skin Cover the wounds Try to fit in…

This is a silly song I wrote 35 years ago for a crush. For some reason today felt like the day to record it. The way that mountains shape the horizon The way that lightning lights the sky The way that ice cream makes you shiver The way…

The smell of wine sweetly passes, bittered by her breath Those lies weaving twisted thoughts deep into your head That life is better traveled where no other thoughts have lead But life may live to deceive Curtain drawn, her hair let down…

Straight ahead stone city electric blues for an old friend who used to spend hours spinning BB King and Mike Bloomfield records for me. Recorded back sometime at the end of 2006 on old analog equipment

The smell of wine sweetly passes, bittered by her breath Those lies weaving twisted thoughts deep into your head That life is better traveled where no other thoughts have lead But life may live to deceive Curtain drawn, her hair let down…

The closer of the album. It only felt fair to give the guitar a turn with the tune.