A Year of Songs

Continuing right along in the slow boil, passive aggressive vein... This one goes back to August 1990. There's not

Not sure, really, why the lyrics of this 1994 tune came to me. I wasn't in a relationship at the

This song started with me dropping my head into my hands, addressing a friend who was not present but who

There was one thing on my mind when I wrote this song. I wanted to get in the line, "Get

Sometimes, back in the days of my fitful career as punkrocker-turned-folkie, I used to tag myself as the Bard of

This is the headstock of my first guitar. Sharp-eyed comics fans will note the faded image of the Silver Surfer,

I wrote this song when I was working in a gas station in a very rough part of town. You

It's another scorcher here in south Cali... not as oppressive, maybe, as yesterday -- unless you're foolish enough

It's too hot to think, here... it's certainly too hot to strap on a pair of headphones. I recorded this

I've got a pain in my head and a fire in my loins... and a whole lot of empty in