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Music

At various times over the last 20 years I've put musical ideas down on tape (and later, to hard drive). Here is a sampling of some of those efforts with details as best I remember them. Feel free to Email me with any questions/comments.

It Makes No Sense 2003/2016
This was an old favorite, recorded in 2003 in the suburbs of Detroit, MI on ProTools with an acoustic (no idea which one) and my Tele Thinline (yes, I wish I still had that guitar). Recently (2/2016) I realized I had made some horrible decisions on the voice EQ and the overall mastering sound so I took another shot. It's still a case of knowing just enough to get myself into trouble but I like it a lot more and deciided to share it here.

Lyrics

Narrowly escaping from the past.
Running from the things I thought weren't supposed to last.
Hiding from the very people that I needed next to me.
Losing all significance, slipping into history.

It makes no sense, we are who we are.
There are no rules for just how far we can go.
It makes no difference what they say.
Tomorrow's still another day as... far as we know.

Waking up to find myself alone.
Chasing distant memories. Taking me so far from home.
Hiding from the very people that I needed next to me.
Losing all significance, slipping into history.

It makes no sense, we are who we are.
There are no rules for just how far we can go.
It makes no difference what they say.
Tomorrow's still another day as... far as we know.

A Ghost In My House 1/2015
I recorded it just as soon as I finished writing it, then added programmed drums and bass in Garageband. Then I went back and recorded the guitar again as my part developed a bit through practice.

Lyrics

There's a ghost in my house and I don't know what to do
and all of my fears seem to be coming true.
And every step forward is back two steps more
and it feels like I've been here before.

There's a ghost in my house and I see it in the mirror.
Through the fog and the haze his reflection growing clearer.
I wake up at midnight and then again at two.
Can someone please tell me what to do?

I don't like the sounds that he makes...
and all of the energy it takes...
I feel like I've aged ten years in the span of one.
I've come undone...

There's a ghost in my house and he's quiet as a mouse.
He's afraid... of being seen...
He sleeps in the daytime and haunts me at night
and it's obvious that something's not right...
yes it's obvious that something isn't right.

Inevitable 2/2013
I wrote this two winters ago, performed it once or twice, and then put it on the back burner, knowing that if I was going to record it I would want a great lead player to fill the empty spaces between the verses and on the ending. I put the word out to a few of my talented guitarist friends and one of them came over and spent some time with me helping me get it just right.

Lyrics

Cold Hands, cold heart.
I don't know where else to start.
I wait alone.
My only hope to postpone the inevitable.

Memories of another life when time was more accessible
Struggling for every meal I ate.
Now it seems impossible to find what kept us going.
The luxury of healthy debate.

Will surly be the end of me.
My destiny is catching up to me.

The still of night.
Trying to stay out of site
Away too long.
The words that come out sounding wrong.

Will surly be the end of me.
My destiny is catching up to me.

All Of Our Memories 10/2007
With my former collaborator settled in Seattle with a new wife, new job, and a baby on the way, I needed to learn to write music for 1 voice and 1 guitar again... especially now that I was running a monthly Open Mic that I often opened with a few songs of my own. This song was somewhat inspired by a Kings Of Convenience song that I was listening to a lot. It was recorded and mixed using only Apple's GarageBand.

Lyrics

Alone at last though time is passing us by.
I meant to call you though I can't remember why.

And all of our memories were wrong.
As if we waited too long.

Hope is obscured by the world we've created in lies.
The truth is much harder to face face than it is to disguize.

And all of our memories were wrong.
As if we waited too long.
The places have long since gone.
No matter how hard we try to hold on.