In memory of my cousin Mike, nicknamed Shovel Head, because of the Harley Davidson Shovel Head motorcycle he drove. Lyrics I can feel the wind blow Lean into that winding road Setting Sun against my skin Shift into that high gear Get…

In memory of my cousin Mike, nicknamed Shovel Head, because of the Harley Davidson Shovel Head motorcycle he drove. Lyrics I can feel the wind blow Lean into that winding road Setting Sun against my skin Shift into that high gear Get…

This story is a poem sent to me by Lesley Sawyer from a blog on her MySpace site and I put it to music and am posting it so she can hear it and maybe see if it's alright. We don't know who wrote the poem. If anybody does please tell me. j mt

When I was a kid, my dad was the preacher at the Church of Christ in Tehachapi, California. We lived in Palmdale, so we'd get up early on Sunday mornings, pile the 5 of us into our 1950 Chevy coupe and head up thru Lancaster and Mojave, over the…

2 minutes of fun Rock-a-billy in glorious mono !. I wrote, sang & played all instruments. Turn up the reverb & enjoy dat slidey sound !.