Here is my contribution to the January 2022 Solo Songwriting Challenge offered by the Minnesota Association of Songwriters. The goal was to take an idea from another song without plagiarizing and incorporate it in a new way. I chose a Public…

There is a story behind this song. I'll leave it at that for now. _____________________________________ Moonlight shined through the trees in the woods A barred owl called and I understood Nocturnal presence flew silently by I tried…

Happy Holidays from Minnesota

It's been a long absence from a regular daily practice of song writing. Covid and a major change in the family has distracted me for well over a year. Recently I've been lucky enough to drift back into old familiar things like wine soaked evenings…

Lemonade is an instrumental. It started as an early version of a co-written song with Mary Kealy Falk. We eventually settled on the 4th version of the project. I just couldn't let this version go without doing something with it. It's the…

When you C reach the Em point When it’s F all in the rear view C mirror And Am reflection is your G only point of C view G You C feel it Em inside When it F becomes so C clear There’s Am nothing that G you can C do F Hold on to G memories…

Social Distancing is the theme for this Holiday _________________________ It's a Christmas time of year With lights and sounds of Holiday cheer It's not like Christmas past We'll shelter in place and raise our glass Don't share the…

Recorded with Classical Guitar, Irish Whistle and Fender Jazz Bass. I wrote this a few years ago and rerecorded it this week. _______________________________ Winter Solstice Written by Greg Connor When the G days are short, and the C…

When there’s C snow on the G pumpkins Autumn leaves have all D gone And the C geese are all G flying Cause it’s time to move D on When there’s C snow on the G pumpkins We’ll sit by the Em fire We’ll C talk about our dreams, our D hope…

Here is my latest Minnesota Homebrew Radio Challenge entry: Let's write scary or creepy songs for our October 29 show--songs that'll make our listeners' skin crawl! Submit by October 28 to: minnesotahomebrew@gmail.com _________________________________…

This is more of a description than a song. It's my contribution to the Minnesota Homebrew Radio Show monthly song writing challenge: "Write a song about your first car."

Here is my contribution to the Minnesota Association of Songwriters challenge: Write a song titled "Mississippi Moon" and use this chord progression somewhere in the song (adjust for the Key you are in) "C, G, Am, C, Dm" You will find D…

What’s on your mind Are you losing confidence Someone’s been unkind And caring becomes a consequence Look for a reason to smile The Sun will shine your way Look for a reason to smile And watch the clouds drift away Feeling like you…

Written for Minnesota Homebrew Radio Show's current songwriting challenge, "write a song with two words in the title starting with P". The term 'pseudo' means 'false' or 'pretend.' Pseudo-psychology, therefore, refers to a psychological practice…

Fresh breeze on Lake Superior And waves collide with the shore The sailor must be watching For gusting wind we can’t ignore Loose the main, correct the healing Point the bow to the wind Recognize the peaceful feeling In this sacred…

It’s like floating down a river When you’re not quite in control That river’s going to take you Only where it wants to go So you reach out with conviction At debris along the way That river’s going to take you If you give up and say…

My wife Rita mentioned that she had not heard my dulcimer on any music recently, so I tuned it up and wrote First Morning Light. A little Low D Irish Whistle flavored it just a bit. _______________________________________ Fresh air through…

I left my home in paradise when warning signs begun With a member of my aging family I left behind the trees so tall they almost blocked the Sun And a lake so big it looked just like the sea The wind blows cold through paradise in winter…

I had myself a dream last night As I tossed and turned in bed The window was open wide The street noise jangled, in my head . I was dreaming of a better time It was all so clear to me Wind whistled through the pine trees…