At Home With The Aspens

There’s an old houseForgotten in timeIts lonely and coldLooks so left behindThe old man who diedHad no kin to grieveThe house was his homeGrown over with treesThe Aspens have grownUp through the floorInto the windowsAnd out the back doorThe house fully paid There were no more billsThe tax collector sighedFor this house on the hill

Minds Eye

There are  scenesPhotographic dreamsOnce in a lifetimeFavorites of mineSome visions lastLike ghosts from my pastFriendly and warmIn from the stormLike an old friendThese visions againGrace my minds eyePast wonderful times

Radio Silence

Beyond the hectic here and nowIn time just like a dreamA thought a distant photographA peaceful autumn sceneThere is only one timeWhere stations come in clearWhere just the hum of white noiseIs all we want to hearLet all thoughts and worriesBlow away in the windThey shouldn’t be the death of usThey’ll come and go againFind your peace this peaceful timeWhere nature goes to sleepTake…

Rust Train Radio

When the world seems full of woe and strifeOn an autumn day – go outsideSmell the leaves rusting in the airSee the colors that almost seem unfairYes, miracles sneak past How long will they last?Do they have an expiration date?Have I arrived too late?Its getting more rare in this worldWith so many hate flags unfurledJust take a walk outsideTo energize the love you have…


She was a girl they called SasparillaShe was pure gold and spicy sweetHer smile drove all the men wildWhen she’d pass them on the streetOne day she was just goneNo one knew where she wentSome say they saw her board a trainT0 everyone’s lament Seems she went off to the cityWhere she joined a punk rock bandNo one knew she had it in herNo…

Pumpkin Hill

They say there’s no gold left in these hillsI respectfully disagreeI see golden squash and pumpkinsAs far as the eye can seeMining’s fine but not my thingAll that glitters is not goldWhen autumn comes to townThese colors never get oldI mark each year When the trees make their final showBefore they sleep Before the year grows old

Effervescent Neon Light

Effervescent neon lightWill the leaves fall off tonightOne poor tree has lost its leavesThis yearly cycle sure does pleaseA finer coat I’ve never seenThese vibrant colors of the leavesEffervescent neon lightWill the leaves fall off tonight

Broken Wagon

This one requires a little set up. It was 1987 and I was teaching programming classes at a company called PSDI in Cambridge, Mass, in the Boston area. On the weekend I took a photo pilgramage trip to Lowell, Mass, birthplace of Jack Kerouac. I saw his inspiration for Dr. Sax, and just what it would have been like growing up there. But while…

Ode to Arthur Fellig

Here is the song on the Volt 276 with EQ and effects: And here it is on the Volt 276 without EQ or effects (but with its onboard “vintage” mode): They called him WeegeeThe name of his gameWas Street PhotographyYou really should see itHigh societyGala affairsScandal sheetsDevil may careLowbrow BoweryGypsies, Tramps and thievesReal life capturedBeyond beliefFact or fictionIs it really realScenes on filmHistory sealedAnother…

Magic Box

YOWZA! I finally am in control of my mixes. I even figured out why the Cello was so muddy as well as other recording and mixing problems. I hope to share these in another post soon. I thought the mics used on the guitar cabinet were the SM57 and NT1A, but it was actually the SM57 and SE7 small diaphragm, with the low cut…