All your big dreams, you can't go wrong. Get fit with the AC on... [more inside]
She's a spy, a good one too. Speciality — sneaking up on you... [more inside]
Chin up. Keep acting like you've got it made. We both know you ain't. You're laughing but it's true. [more inside]
All this time, dipping your fingers in my bowl... [more inside]
First song written and recorded since I moved to Napa. Spooky grungy punk that maybe doesn't reflect my sunny new locale. Written about my drummer's frustration with dating, online and otherwise. Lyrics in fold. [more inside]
Post-traumatic stress syndrome is a bitch. Pre-traumatic stress syndrome? Well, that can just wreak havoc on your marriage. Let's just hope this song is a relic from those bad old '08 days. (It's proggy-punk-grunge, if you're looking fer a genre) [more inside]
Here's a sarcastic little ditty about post-divorce helplessness, just in time for that freshly-single-the-holidays drinking binge. Recorded in 1986 by my long-defunct trio, The Whores, but never finished because we ran out of money. We weren't very good whores. Mixed last year by me at home in Logic 6.