This is a love song I wrote using references, dates, etc. from our texts, DMs, and Facebook posts. It’s unique in my catalogue, as is the subject of the song. April came to my door, full of life and a smile so self-assured. Florida, ©2015.

This is a song of appreciation, inspired by my observations and sense of peace while sitting in my backyard. It’s a place of great serenity for me, and I like to begin and end my days there. Lemon on my fingers, and bourbon in cut glass. Present in this moment, mix gratitude with that … these are a few of the reasons. Florida ©2021. The live version, with Steve Prince on lead guitar, was recorded at New World Brewery on 3/11/23.

This song was written in response to a letter from an old friend, and was intended as a farewell of sorts. The original arrangement had very much a Jackson Browne feel, sans piano, and I’m grateful for his influence. Having said that, I much prefer this arrangement. Damn near 50 years on this road, did you find what called you so? Florida, ©2008.

Written in Texas in 1981. I’d graduated from Denison and relocated the year before, leaving my girlfriend to complete her studies. This song explores the transition from being alone, to loneliness. Texas, ©1981

Many of my songs are a blend of self-help and public service announcement, in the sense that the advice I give myself may also be good for others. While this was inspired by the life events of others, the PSA is this: don’t be limited or labeled by others, don’t worry about situations beyond your control, and tell your story in as bright and shiny a way as you can. There’s no keeping you from being anything. Florida, ©2014. The live version, with Steve Prince on lead guitar, was recorded at New World Brewery on 3/11/23.

Written over Thanksgiving break at Denison in 1979. A nice, jazzy, song about making someone happy, and how pleasurable that can be. Let me play you something now, maybe something written special, just for you. Ohio, ©1979. This version was recorded live at New World Brewery on 7/14/23.

Some people are naturally inspiring. Have you ever walked into a room full of people, yet one just shines as if standing in a spotlight? My friend Amber is one of those people. From the moment I met her I was drawn to her energy, and still am. She’s a kindred spirit, she’s a nice surprise, there’s laughter and a hint of crazy in her eyes. Florida, ©2013

I wrote this sophomore or junior year at Denison about a woman named Diane Kiley. As I recall I had a crush on her that in retrospect wasn’t mutual. So I wrote of her defenses and aloofness. Well, it’s not your blindness that you know is killing me, it’s your touch of kindness that I may never see. Ohio ©1978.

Another song written in Dallas in 1981 and very much reflective of my search for my place, and to belong. The line “through clarity I bring you deliverance” was heavily influenced by my reading of the I Ching. I don’t know that I’ve ever recorded it. Take your bow to the force that trips you up from below. Texas ©1981.

This song was inspired by a friend who lives very transparently on FB, and seems to derive tremendous support from the feedback on her posts. I took it a step farther, and wrote a song for her. Sometimes silence is your only friend, light the shadows, free yourself, start again. Florida ©2019.

This is the first song I wrote in open G tuning, and was completed around 1977. It describes ones search for the inner flame which, for me, is music. Burning with promise, like the rinsing sun. Ohio, ©1977.

Written in Boulder in 1981, the lyrics seem to be seeking connection or awareness, which has proven to be a lifetime’s search. But the message never really materialized, and the song was shelved. I love the chords and the melody, and perhaps one day I’ll scrap it for parts. And the meaning may be lost on those unfeeling, but the poet, always writes what he sees. Colorado, ©1981

This song was written about one of my favorite women. It’s a tribute, and an acknowledgement of all good things, at the end of a relationship. I worked on this for months, and consider it among my best work. Your eyes, they shone like the sun, so in love you were with being in love. Florida, ©2016. The live version, with Steve Prince on lead guitar, was recorded at New World Brewery on 3/11/23.

This song was written quickly in 1991, and was pure whimsy about men believing themselves to be in control in a relationship. It sat in the can until Steve and I revived it in 2017. We seek, but never learn, past the point of no return. Florida, ©1991

This poem was written in Dallas in 1981, and found me living in my first apartment overlooking a busy street and feeling very out of place in the city. Written in chapters similar to Lightning Suite, I’ve never put it to music. Still, it pleases me to read. There’s no planning your life when you ride towards the sun. Texas, ©1981

One of my earliest surviving songs, written at Denison and full of references to the outdoors, and of simple pleasures. This version was recorded at Denison in January 1980. Up on Cherry Creek, I planted in the spring, my old dog Whisky and I. Ohio, ©1978

I began this song in August around the time the dogs and I drove to Maine, and after the disappointment of the scuttled trip the month before. Only recently retired, I write first about escaping the egos and the vanity, before turning toward belief in our vast ability and embracing those who bring the light. It’s truly a song of healing. By now – I could’ve been light years away. By now – I could be lost in the canyons. Florida, © 2023.

Written in Dallas soon after graduation in 1980, this song hoped for a future that included Jenny, then a sophomore at Denison. Well there’s a cold moon falling, baby, and with it I go. Texas, ©1980

In 1983 I had a brief but fiery relationship with a woman named Lisa. The intensity was followed by a fizzle on her part, and this transition left me asking lots of questions. My salve for wounds at that time was to retreat to the past, which is reflected in the lyrics. Why do people hide their love away, what’s so sacred ’bout these barren halls? Colorado, ©1983

I began this song shortly after New Year’s with the image that the prior year passed after being riddled with decay. For several years I’d been dismissive of the concept of time – a construct – and firmly believed that everything behind us was done and gone. So fuck it. And while I was in a fuck it mood, I mentioned a few other things I felt contempt for: traditions, religion, suppression of other’s rights, and those who don’t vote. You know, the basics. It’s really not an angry song, it’s cleansing and it makes me happy to sing it. This day – you can keep your opinions. Florida, © 2023.

Eighteen Summers was inspired by the gutting of Roe v. Wade and written from the perspective of a young woman growing up in the south. It’s full of optimism, anger, and despair; emotions perhaps shared by us all. She wants to gut the fucking white man’s machine. Florida, © 2022. The live version was recorded at New World Brewery on 7/14/23.

This song describes the transition from marriage to divorce, from flight to sorrow. I’d gone alone to Colorado, ostensibly for vacation, but really to prepare myself for what was to come. I can still remember where I was in the mountains as these lyrics came to me. This ring of vows now is empty metal. Colorado, ©2004.

Oh, the vibration of this song is just so delicious. I began this in April as I prepared to fly to Durango to house hunt. Since my first visit to Mesa Verde in 1974 I’ve felt an attachment with the ancestral puebloans, and this song is written from a past/present perspective of watching the sky for the change of the seasons, listening to the wind for signs, sowing the fields and our beliefs, and being in tune with nature. It celebrates our connectedness, that we are members of one tribe, so we might as well enjoy the ride. Tiny planet, spinning in space, onward through the seasons we run. Florida, ©2024

This song began its life in 1992 and was titled When It Comes To Fate. I dusted it off and finished it with my present mindset in 2017. Perhaps then life is a river, or an arrow in flight. Florida, ©2017

For years every weekday morning I’d walk out to the road before sunrise to collect my paper, which I’d then digest over coffee. Eventually I realized that I was poisoning myself with this daily dose politics, wars, and general America in decline, and cancelled my subscription. The paper lands in my driveway, before sunrise I am steeped in the blues of the day. Florida, ©2008.

Regardless of one’s political stripe, I think we can all agree that our congress is a dysfunctional shitshow full of assholes bent on personal gain, with little if any intent to legislate. Having said that, here’s my fair and balanced look at our congress. Did you forget the peoples’ charter, in pursuit of your self-interest and your fame? Florida, © 2022

One of my first electric tunes intended for a full band. As I approached graduation, I was thinking a lot about leaving my friends and the uncertainty of going forward alone. I remember finishing the last verse just before Knockwood performed this song at King Hall. This song explores that uncertainty, as set to a western theme. Do we ride together, or is this another story left untold? Ohio, ©1980.

In late March 2020 I was dispatched home in response to Covid-19, and the descent into isolation and discovery began. It’s a mixed bag, but I’m grateful for my circumstance and remain hopeful for the future. This is one of a handful of political songs, and seeks to keep our collective head up amidst the shitshow that presently is the USA. Buckle up, America, it’s gonna be a bumpy ride, hobbled by the virus and the political divide. Florida © 2020. The live version, with Steve Prince on lead guitar, was recorded at New World Brewery on 3/11/23.

I’ve long been fascinated with dreams, and from where the imagery comes. There are certain places and images – mountain ranges, roads, construction sites, houses, and rising moons – that I visit and see repeatedly, however I’m fairly certain I’ve seen none of them in this lifetime. Occasionally I hear music and lyrics in my dreams, and for years I’ve kept a journal on my bed to write them down while still fresh. These occurrences raise lots of questions. Where’s this data come from? Are dreams actually memories from past lifetimes? What would we be capable of if we had total recall of our dreams? As I consider the implications, each morning I wake up I’m endlessly, boundlessly grateful. Florida ©2020. The live version, with Steve Prince on lead guitar, was recorded at New World Brewery on 5/20/23.

Hello, Judas is a song of betrayal, and born of hurt, plain and simple. There’s perhaps no more notorious and despicable a betrayer than Judas Iscariot. Someone’s bound to ask if this is offered as an allegory, a metaphor, or perhaps an analogy? Intriguing as that may be, art is wonderfully subjective, and allows the listener to interpret via their own experience. It’s delicious. Hello, Judas, I spit your name like the poison you are. Florida, © 2022. The live version, with Steve Prince on lead guitar, was recorded at New World Brewery on 5/20/23.

This political rocker took years to finish, and is an absolute fucking favorite. I started it in 2008 in the flush of new hope for the country, then it sat waiting for Trump to come along and really motivate me. See for yourself. Genuflect for the new patrician, sitting naked in his gilded hall. Florida, ©2017

The music for this song was inspired by the amplified sound of my new Telecaster, but the message was driven by the increasing frequency of wildfires in the western states. The fear of losing everything you can’t carry, of driving with no real direction other than away, and somehow reconciling the loss and beginning again once your head clears are experiences I wouldn’t wish on anyone. Drive ‘til tomorrow, head south, let the highway figure it out. Florida, ©2018. This version, with Steve Prince on lead guitar, was recorded live at New World Brewery on 3/11/23.

Some songs are born of betrayal, and are more a salve for a wound than fit for public consumption. This is one of those. Sadly, it’s a really good song, it’s just witheringly direct. Its essence: some friends or family will fucking turn on you. Don’t carry them when they do. High Regard was heard by a handful of people before I retired it. For now. You’re not worthy of my high praise, my high regard. Florida, ©2019/2021

Among the first songs I wrote in Colorado the summer after graduation. It shows. But it also describes the youthful, romantic feel of daydreaming about someone. I recorded this version in my Belleair apartment around 1991, and I still enjoy the harmonies. I found myself wishing that the summer could go on, for years and years and years. Colorado, ©1976.

My first country song, and its title appeared while watching the Grammys in 1991. When the best new songwriter award was presented, I said “I want one”. The resulting story was one about which I had a little knowledge. She’ll love you like a river flowing, leave you washed up on the shore. Florida, ©1991. 

Written my sophomore year at Denison, from Wink’s perspective after a breakup. I’ll go and play my songs in a three-man guitar band. Ohio, ©1977

A song about the road and of transition. I wrote this a year or so after leaving Colorado, when I was still gathering my wits about me. Recorded for The Bathroom Tapes, I never really played it a lot after that. I’ve been toying with it again lately in hopes of reviving it with Steve. I need the challenge of living life carelessly again. Florida, ©1986

Written in Boulder and inspired by a phone call from a former girlfriend. The production of the recording is cheesy, but I still like the song. And we’ll laugh about days gone by, but in your voice I can still hear the blame. Colorado, ©1984

Earlier this year while walking Abby one morning the line The universe declares it’s time was delivered very powerfully, and continued to prompt me almost daily until I wrote about it in the context of my eventual retirement. Do we wait here all our lives, until all the stars align, or do we seize the moment now? Florida, ©2022

The origin of this song is unique in my catalogue. I had the music but not the message. For me, the music is the carrier of the message, so the song can’t progress until the message arrives. Sometimes I’ll riff on lyrics to help me find the cadence of the vocal, and in this case the first words I sang were “Jenny says she doesn’t have it”. And I sat up as if slapped. Where did this come from, Universe?

So, I sent a text to my lifelong friend, Jen, and asked her what it was she didn’t have. She replied “An answer? Fresh out of those of late. Or how about fucks left to give?” Then, over a period of days Jen revealed her story. It’s the hardest, bravest, most selfish thing that I’ve ever done. Florida, © 2021

This began as a poem about two old men reminiscing on a park bench in New York City. I revised the story as two friends separated by their life choices, only to be reunited later in life. So you smiled and waved, sold your stocks and your suits, and you said goodbye. Ohio, ©1979

Written at Denison, and an absolute sentimental favorite, largely because Brad, George, and I played the shit out of it. It’s a youthful song about flirtation without real connection. I’ve never been hard to talk to, just a little bit hard to find. Ohio, ©1979

This song was written in 1988, and describes the journey of starting over in a new land, and dreaming of the future. It’s my anthem, my epic, my prayer. The land that we dream of, the life that we glimpse in the night. Florida, ©1988. The live version, with Steve Prince on lead guitar, was recorded at New World Brewery on 5/20/23.

Another song written in Dallas after graduation in 1980, reflecting on a conversation about love I’d had with Jenny. Babe, I’d say I love you, but it’s not enough. Texas, ©1980.

This song was written in an open tuning, D perhaps, and was completed at Dad’s apartment in Clearwater in late summer 1979. Dad’s recall of my visit was that I played music, rode a bike to the beach, and smoked pot. Fair enough. It’s another song in which I’m troubled about the human condition and receive counsel from another voice in poetic fashion. There’s a Lord of the Rings tint to the entire thing, and I remember the last line of the original lyric, now removed, was “And he smiled as he vanished”. The only recording of this appears on the Dad’s Apartment Tapes, and I shelved it soon after. For their rules are not yours, and your way is not theirs, look for the one who most surely cares. Florida, ©1979.

From time to time everyone dreams of quitting their job and heading off to parts unknown. This song is my expression of that theme, set to up tempo blues. Any day now, you’ll mash that pedal down and let it fly. Florida, ©2007. This version, with Steve Prince on lead guitar, was recorded at New World Brewery in Tampa, FL on 3/11/23.

Written in 1986 about my love of Colorado, and my desire to  return.  It’s introspective, and hopeful, and describes my feelings still. Open up your heart and your soul, Colorado, and light the way home. Florida, ©1986.

One day in 1984 I was hiking on a mesa south of Boulder when I was overtaken by a thunderstorm. Too exposed on the flat mesa, I retreated down the flank a ways to avoid the intense lightning and pounding thunder. With no cover, I lay on the grass in the pouring rain. This imagery formed the basis for this song, written in parts and several musical styles. Lyrically the song looks at love and lightning as alluring, elusive, and dangerous. We await our chances in the open fields. Colorado, ©1984.

A rocker written in 1991, more or less about the fact that the instructions for love are printed in Japan, and often lose something in translation. Hey, where do these pieces go?  Florida, ©1991. The live version, with Steve Prince on lead guitar, was recorded at New World Brewery on 3/11/23.

This song is built of 5 parts, the first 2 of which were written circa 1996. Unfinished, it just drifted around, making an appearance every now and then. Eventually I finished it using some imagery both present and past. Much of the lyrics are vignettes meant to paint a scene for the listener. Part 2 owes its attitude to Stephen Stills. Well I’ve wings at this moment, yeah, I’ve faith in tomorrow. Florida, ©2007.

1978 seems to have been a year of great searching and creativity. By my count I wrote 16 songs that year. That’s not to say they’re all good. This song may be the first in which I receive guidance from another voice or outside source. Someone Was Listening, written some years later, is another one of these. The only recording I have of this has three part harmonies that are painful to me now. Take your strength from the forces around you, find the glow that burns in your soul. Ohio, ©1978.

My alter ego works for big corporate america; a job which pays the bills while I dream my nights away writing songs. This song is inspired by, and perhaps exorcises some of, the corporate demons. Ground down, the mill turns ’round, small cog in a symphony of gears. Florida, ©2007.

I wrote this fist semester junior year at Denison while living off campus with Wink, Scottie, and Del in a rat-infested house we lovingly called 4-Way. This was a breakthrough for me as it was the first song in which I used barre chords extensively. Lyrically, this song’s about coming of age and being my own person. This version was recorded at Denison in January 1980. And I’ll play by my own rules, and I’ll stand far from the crowd, and I’ll be nobody’s fool but my own. Ohio, ©1978.

Still stinging from Jenny’s and my breakup, I ruminated. I took a walk down on the coastline lately, I whispered to you but the wind shot it away. Texas, ©1981

One of my songs written in open D tuning, and inspired by Julie Skidmore. Written in 1992 in the flush of new love full of promise. Good stuff. Regain the passion that sleeps in your soul. Florida, ©1992

This is an instrumental that kind of got it’s name by default. Most instrumentals don’t exactly make their name clear, as songs with lyrics do, and I needed a title track for my CD. I originally called it Wolves. The song is dark, brooding, and cool. Florida, ©2008.

An all time favorite, written in Texas in 1980. At the time I traveled a lot of dirt roads running off into the distance, thus the imagery. These back roads became a metaphor for my recollections, and some longing. Bouncing pebbles mark the time, and dust clouds rising fill in the lines. Texas, ©1990

Perhaps my second country song, written in Florida in 1991. Two young hearts, restless souls, dream of holding the world in their hands. Florida ©1991

I wrote the original in 1991 about two young hearts, their love story, and their sad ending. I loved the music and the melody but regretted the story. So, it sat, for 30 years, until I rewrote the last verse in a manner vastly more pleasing. It’s now back on the set list. For this is our calling, to ride on the wind, and to thrive. Florida ©1991/2021

The message of this song is simple and direct: stop hiding, stop waiting, and live. Don’t be defined by a past that no longer suits you, and start your life new every day. Everything is vibration; give it a shot and you’ll come ‘round. Florida, ©2017. The live version, with Steve Prince on lead guitar, was recorded at New World Brewery on 3/11/23.

A political rocker written in 2006 about blood and oil. Still a favorite. We entrust our leaders to decide, and then pray that they choose the right road. Florida, ©2006

This song was inspired by a photo of a woman with her back to the camera and surrounded by vast open space. She was once again on the Camino. But the song took a turn away from her journey, and became more a study on our collective journey. Sown fields after harvest, once green, turning brown, sky hinting of scarlet… Florida ©2020. The live version, with Steve Prince on lead guitar, was recorded at New World Brewery on 3/11/23.

For several years I walked Abby (and Ranger, once part of the pack) most mornings at 22nd St Park. Many times over the years I saw an unhoused man there, often wandering about seemingly aimlessly. One cool morning in winter I saw him standing in the open field facing the sun, and the first lines of the song came to me: Daybreak found the Shadow Man, standing in the field, waiting for the sun to come and burn away the chill. Over time we became familiar, then friendly. His name was Jason, and his distance vision poor, which gave the impression of his aimless wandering. He’d lost his glasses, and we spoke several times about getting his eyes checked. I’m hopeful he did it, as he wouldn’t accept help. He was a kind man with a ready smile, and I think of him often. Despite a person’s station, we deserve some dignity. Florida, ©2023.

This song, along with Empty Metal, was written about my divorce. Sometimes memories come to call around nightfall. This song muses that the past can be consuming, particularly so if the sad memories aren’t balanced with fond ones. Nestled in with the sorrow, joy’s along for the ride. Florida, ©2006

Written in open G in 1995, the siren’s song I describe was an unresolved calling from the past. It’s among the most beautiful songs I’ve written. I’ve recorded it several times over the years with different guitars, and here I think I’ve finally presented it properly. Time to set a course away from the voices in the wind. Florida, ©1995

Another song about transition, from the perspective of a stranger in a strange land. I wrote this soon after moving to FL, and I was still struggling to integrate. I really need to play this one more, and record it again. When I close my eyes, I can see to tomorrow, and recall yesterday. Florida, ©1986

Several years after the first iteration of this song I was still seeking my footing in this strange land. I don’t believe I’ve ever recorded it, and should. It’s so rare that people know, very much about the solitary man. Florida, ©1990

A hopeful, thoughtful song written in Florida in 1990. Hey, could you be some kind of surprise? A love that’s big enough to survive? Florida, ©1990.

Written in Boulder, this song describes a meeting with the wind, and the feeling of renewal. No drugs were involved. I recall the touch of her hand, and the infusion of strength as my life found direction again. Colorado, ©1984.

I started this in 2002 in response to the untimely death of my wonderful friend, Wink Dulles. This, and its companion song, Yeah, You Were, took 2 years to complete. Here I muse about the afterlife, and the expectation that we’ll meet again, somewhere ‘round the bend. Seek those who fill up our days with light, and joy. Florida, ©2002.

In August 2018 I drove up the east coast to Maine, stopping to see friends along the way, with all of my gear to play a gig at college friends Tod and Galen Mott’s Tributary Brewery. As it happened, these stops were all cover for the real mission: the scattering of my mom’s ashes in one of her favorite places near her home in Salem, MA. Until that moment, I was unaware of the significance of this act, as this song would suggest. I cast her ashes on a hilltop field, where the wild strawberries grow. Florida, ©2018. The live version, with Steve Prince on lead guitar, was recorded at New World Brewery on 3/11/23.

This song arose from the simple notion of holding space for someone. Holding space for someone dear, someone departed, a stranger with whom you share a connection, or even someone who no longer deserves it. All were inspired by actual people. I held space for you, long after the moon went down, the night was full of stars. Florida, ©2023.

Written in the run up to my retirement and Steve and Julia’s imminent relocation, these were indeed serious days of bold moves, fast times, and clear signs. The song is initially an indictment of both my employer and the Tampa music scene, offering my best to both and imploring them to listen. Having taken a few swipes, the song turns to optimism, with the bridge and last verse envisioning the gate being swung wide open and being released to the wild. A winding down, a wrapping up, more than enough, the future’s yours. Florida, ©2023. The live version was recorded at New World Brewery on 7/14/23.

I wrote this for my first born, Teddy, a black and white Border Collie/Great Pyrenees mix, after he passed in 2009. It’s a gorgeous song, and still makes me cry. The last minute is transcendent. I see the white of his face as I turn down the drive. Florida, ©2009.

I wrote this in Boulder during kind of a blurry time, after a fast and fiery relationship with a woman named Lisa. Christ was she beautiful. Lots of self reflection. How much damage was done, by your doubts and your needs? Boulder, ©1983.

Some time after reaching enlightenment and Nirvana, Buddha decides that he prefers life’s suffering and impermanence. So he returns to earth to walk The Middle Road. Nirvana was cool, but I like suffering best, so, I’m back to walk these hard streets again. Florida ©2021. The live version, with Steve Prince on lead guitar, was recorded at New World Brewery on 3/11/23.

A song about surveillance capitalism – the mining by governments and businesses alike of our freely offered data, which is utilized to assemble our digital profile for profit via subsequent and continuous online marketing. Brilliant, and terrifying. We surrender information, monetized by the machine. Florida, ©2019.

I once had a good friend, until she wasn’t. In time I discovered that she was a collector of things, and of people. Her behavior became rash and impulsive. And once I came to feel like a possession – a lion in a cage – she became the lion keeper. And sadly, our friendship was over. You’ll live out your days in the confines of a cage, and surrender the life that might’ve been. Florida, ©2024.

This is my first song written in Colorado since Empty Metal in 2004, and describes the arcing of my timeline over 50 years. It’s the story of my life in 4 verses. My first extended visit here in 1974 on a 6 week backpacking trip cemented my interest in the mountains, seamlessly leading to my majoring in geology and my careers in petroleum exploration, environmental consulting, and ultimately environmental, health and safety. A beautiful life as shepherded by the universe. A spiritual migration, back to where it all began. Colorado, ©2024.

In 1982 I wrote a song called Tumble Down, which never quite hit the mark. I’d revisit it occasionally as I like the chord progression and melody, just not so much the subject matter. The Witching Hour is written upon this framework, and examines the time of night when the world is still, all things are possible, and the universe speaks. Take this time to reflect. there is wisdom to receive. Florida, ©2019.

In her 1995 novel, Bird by Bird, Anne Lamott writes “You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better.” This quote explains in part the perspective of this song as I examined a lifetime of knowledge of someone, and wondered if I’d ever really been told the truth. Pay no attention to the man behind the screen, he’s no great and powerful wizard. Florida, ©2019. 

Written in Florida in 1991 about the need to seize the day. The music is in part a resurrection of a song I wrote circa 1978 that never made the cut. Boy, will you be surprised when love spills out like warm light through an open door. Florida, ©1991.

A song written in 1991 about the value of true friendship. It’s a wonderful song, though difficult to play and sing, and Steve and I have recently dusted it off to include in our live sets. Trust our love to shine indefinitely, you’re the lighthouse, always beckoning me. Florida, ©1991.

I just think this song is heavenly. The music fills me with joy. Initially inspired by my observation of a friend’s highs and lows as a wavelength, this song imagines a world where we operate solely by the laws of physics, and not the laws of men. Do you think the universe really cares who you love? Hint: the answer is fuck no. Florida, ©2016. The live version, with Steve Prince on lead guitar, was recorded at New World Brewery on 3/11/23.

My muse shows up unexpectedly, but always right on time. This song began with a conversation beneath a streetlight, and a reminder of what love and chosen family feel like. We souls ride a wave in time, different skins, but still intertwined. Florida ©2020.

Written in 1982 as sort of a letter to a friend. Is there anything left of the past that you need? Come and see. Florida, ©2006.

This song begins after a life event left me figurative roadkill, while the rest of humanity passed by. It explores the differences between real and fair-weather friends, casting the latter as scavengers waiting for you to falter before picking your bones. Cherish the ones who make you feel good, and pay no mind to the other kind. Florida, ©2017. The live version, with Steve Prince on lead guitar, was recorded at New World Brewery on 3/11/23.

I wrote this in 1990, and it’s one of my favorites.  It describes the spiritual benefit of songwriting, and of sharing the music. Without it I’d surely fall ‘neath the weight of the world, and the secrets that need to be free. Florida, ©1990.

Sometimes a song takes me totally by surprise, and I follow the inspiration where it leads. Such is the case here. The first words I wrote were Welcome to Infinity, You’re gonna need good shoes. I found this so playful and thought provoking that I followed. It’s inspired in part by Michael Newton’s Journey of Souls, and the notion that souls gather to review each recent life and regroup before setting forth once again. I play off of that idea by making Infinity an actual place, rather than a concept. Anyway, the completed song pleases me immensely, and I hope it will you too. Florida © 2021.

Written during my Boulder days, this song resulted from a 1984 conversation with a girl who was interested in me, while I fancied her roommate. The verses fairly describe this trios’ differing points of view, and the resulting stalemate. So keep your variety, thanks, I’ll just hold out for consistency. Colorado, ©1984.

One day while on the phone with a friend discussing her relationship woes, I said “People act so strangely, when the heart’s involved”. Not only is this true, it soon became the first line of this song written in open D. Florida, ©1991.

Circa 1983 Brad Sageman wrote an instrumental called Where Are We? that we played during Knockwood sets. It began as a jazzy, upbeat number that transitioned into this brooding, minor key progression that I always thought was the best part of the song. Over the years I’ve made numerous attempts to write lyrics for it, and finally completed them in June 2007. This field, though fallow now, must yield, before the plow. Florida, ©2007.

Some people don’t want you to succeed – at life, at love, your job, your art, or anything – and they’re equally resistant to your efforts to raise their vibration. Trying to help someone unwilling to help themselves will always backfire. The path of least resistance is to simply wish them well. Florida ©2021.

Written from a similar point of view as in Shadows. I’m reflecting on the past, and the lessons we learn along the way. Written in 1986 for a friend and lost love, the song suggests that we’ll dream those dusty thoughts, stack ‘em up like wooden blocks, ‘til we’ve built ourselves a future different than we’ve now. Well, in retrospect, maybe not. Florida, ©1986.

I started writing this in 2018, then got distracted it seems by South of Richmond and the others that followed. I revisited it recently, added a cautionary bridge, and called it good. It’s a meditative song about pursuing joy, shedding the past, and being true to oneself. Say it loud, these truths that make you everything you are. Florida, ©2021

Written in 2002 along with Somewhere ‘Round The Bend, about a friend who’d passed away. Convention fled before your attitude. You were one of a kind, yeah, you were. Florida, ©2002.

The opening line describes a terrifying moment in a private plane in the early 80s in which the inexperienced pilot became disoriented at night in heavy clouds, and was unaware we were spinning downward until I saw the compass and altimeter. I use this metaphor in my observations of a person or persons’ seeming lack of self-awareness and self-destructive behavior. These observations culminate in a series of questions meant to prompt some self-reflection for us all. Are you aware we’re all connected – you decide. Florida, ©2018

Art often evokes a response, and this song’s no different. Those who think it was written about them stamp their feet, and those who feel it was written in support of them are buoyed by the support. As always, your reaction is your choice.

This song describes my separation from family members over their desire to control my behavior and their unreasonable expectations that I’ll comply with/succumb to the will of the hive. Fuck that. Being cast as a black sheep means I’ll speak the truth and live authentically, I won’t be labeled by my past, I won’t be controlled through imperious behavior and toxicity, and I’ll find my chosen family. They’re so resentful of your sense of peace, see, you’re already gone. Florida, © 2021.