and i will lay my love around you

Nodding musically to Eno, and mangling the writings of Evelyn Underhill, I became inspired recently to try my own hand at writing something hymnal yet contemporary, something that acknowledged my perception of the "All That Is" and gave it its due gratitude. Something reverent yet upbeat, that still allowed me to play my gnat guitar, which appears about midway through this song. Yes, Charlotte…gnats are beautiful too.

i’ve got some corn for poppin’

I hope you have the chance to listen to this song as you watch snow falling outside your window. If not, I hope you'll close your eyes and imagine it that way, for that is its sole intent.

how ungrateful i must have seemed

I'm not a scientist, Jim. I don't even play one on TV. But I felt turkey was getting all the blame for Thanksgiving day sleepiness and wanted to set the record, somewhat at least, straight. This month's song explains my understanding of how it works, even if it inadvertently conjures a bit of Adam Sandler.

sometimes love is only sleeping

As I was waffling about what song to offer you this month - something new that I'd need to bring to life, or something old that's dressed in cobwebs - I was thinking about all the spooky Halloween-type songs of the rock era and kept coming back to this one: Zombie Love by the Jazz Butcher.

you’ll never guess, i’m bored now

Years ago I lived in a big old house on the outskirts of downtown Montgomery with two magnificent artists and an eccentric and delightful landlady. We were all pretty much the same age, so calling her a "landlady" seems a little misleading...

washing the eye of the land

I feel a special connection with the Gulf of Mexico, particularly that stretch of shore along Florida's panhandle. My grandparents had a house on the beach in Panama City, so my summers growing up were filled with white sand and blue-green waters, as well as all the adventures of my mischievous father and his brothers and clan.

big science

Here's an old recording I found lying around on my hard drive. I was hesitant to put it up here because, even though I like the song very much, the vocals really bother me and my intentions to re-do them never fully materialized (and probably never will).

the buddha or the bomb

Stanley Francis Baconstrip had just finished reading the sentence, "The discoveries of modern science have no doubt given their own verdict of opposing alternatives - of either the Buddha or the bomb, for instance - and it is up to each of us to decide which path to follow," when the old tea kettle began its gurgling, pre-whistle throat clearing.

you are sleeping. you do not want to believe.

I've recently become disappointed that none of the biographies I read devote any significant amount of time to the dream lives of their subjects. Considering we spend approximately 1/3 of our lives asleep, and much of that dreaming, that adds up to a considerable chunk of time.

if you’re overweight, i’ll tax your fat

Well it's tax time once again, and I wanted to record a song celebrating this most unjoyful time of year.