These are clips of the song Drummer which I wrote while I was in Milwaukee. I’ve been holding rehearsals with myself, and I had fun with this song because I added in some extemporaneous bits. Still catching up a bit after vacation, but almost caught up. Almost.
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Been Practicing
So, I’ve been trying to prepare a few simple songs for open mic night, and got all inspired and distracted from that to try and figure out how to play a long, syncopatedly complicated Tom Waits song.
This song has been on my heavy rotation for a long time and is a story-song with nine verses and the chorus only in there 3 times.
The structure of the song lends itself pretty well for memorization, but I had to really envision a story from the lyrics to try and internalize the unfolding of the story in order to know which verse came next.
I enjoyed the challenge of trying to find a way to play this song for a single acoustic guitar, and recorded this exploration so I could review to see what worked for it and what didn’t so much. Towards the end I play around a little more with ways to adjust the rhythm and talk about the percussive aspect.
As usual, when trying to work out the guitar part, the accuracy and ease of singing the song falls a little bit. It’s like learning anything – if you have part of something worked out really well, and then add in or learn something in addition to what you know, the original bit that had been pretty smooth will become jangled until the new part is well integrated into it.

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Weather stripping around the front door
Slippers without holes
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Difference
All the difference



Album Release March 8!
Hi everyone,
Infection Trilogy will be released across major platforms on March 8, but you can listen to them early for free on SoundCloud.
Infection Trilogy is a primarily instrumental trio of tracks which, like a story, has a beginning middle, and end.
The virus that is thought, the contagion of dangerous lack of thought occurring right in the middle of a global viral pandemic. A lament for all that we’ve lost, Infection gives wordless voice to the griefs we share, and those too personal to express.
Unamended, Unmended is a haunting track of desolation, isolation, and is uncomfortably eerie. This track will blow fresh air into stagnant areas of the spirit. Keep going!
Darned Socks is multilevel play on words, as well as the resolution to the previous tracks. We do not have to stay where we are, or continue going the direction we’ve been going. We can circle around, backtrack, and revisit that which has not been resolved in ourselves, our communities, our states, our nation, and our world.
We grieve for that which we hope.
Protected: Why Art and Music are so Difficult for Me
Missed Days
I had a family visit, so took some days off.
My days are filled with work, and art, and music.
Always poetry in my heart.
Short poems on Twitter
Some poems on Facebook
Some dropped with a photo on Instagram
My mornings for writing here are opening up
Life’s eternal balancing act
It’s almost midnight
And I think of you
After this full day
At the close of the night
It’s in the music that I find you
Always waiting
For the great resonation
When You Were Sober
When you were sober
You eyes were bright like stars
Twinkling in my universe
Even on your downcast days
Being near you was better than not
When you were sober
Your joy infected me with hope
The sweet and caring way you spoke
Melted this icy heart
And then came a night
Of too much drink (says who?)
And angry voicings
And I ran
Became the deer in the forest
A multitude of fear dispersed
Pounding hooves away from danger
And the wolf inside me growled
And the pack awoke
And deer became lupine
There in the dark woods
Circling around to hunt the danger
Protecting the territory
The sacred
The smell of alcohol and anger
Is the smell of rot and death
So the wolf howls
For the days you were sober
Not drowned in drink
The wolf howls
For evenings under moonlit waters
For walks under a canopy of hope
The wolf is howling still