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Hey Y'all Eureka! I Finally got my act together to get some kinda decent on-line place for the music! Right now there are 14 Original Tunes to Explore.. tunes that I love. And More to Come Soon! So Check them out.

One could safely say I had no idea what I was doing when I started writing tunes about 5 years ago. But I was bound and determined to write an album of songs, and Beauty Inside Us is the result. I gave myself one rule... if I didn't love playing them and hearing them each time. Time after time after time. If they didn't keep making me smile, then they weren't worth putting out into the world. So, I do love these songs and I'm so grateful to the amazing Nick Vandenberg the talented musician and producer who helped me bring these tunes alive and get them on the record. And always a big shout out to my buddies and fellow musicians who played on these tunes: Nate Hendrie, Armand Hyatt, and Gary Sidell.

The Album came out in the Summer of the notorious 2020... in the absolute depths of the pandemic. For me it was great 'release' and I was so happy with how it turned out I was on cloud 9 no matter if anyone else listened to it. (not exactly true I made my 2 year old grandson Jackson listen to it and he loves music and he said, "Papa, it's not Shite" , not really but in so many words. My son Max did exactly say that, and my Partner Frankie and daughter Emily agreed .. decidedly not shite.)

So knowing it was not shite according to a few other discriminating characters I was happy and grateful.

One of my modern life favorite moments now comes from that time. I had driven to NH from North Carolina. My son was living in my house with his girlfriend and my daughter's family lived nearby and we created a covid bubble - as people were doing then. I was there for several weeks and I remember the weather in NE was stunning that June and July.

My pattern on those days was to get up at 5:30-6:00 and get my bike in the car and drive to the beach at Seabrook. I'd be up riding on the coast road at sun-up, and OMG those mornings the light, the air. And the road and the beach was deserted. That summer you couldn't even go to the beach, couldn't even drive on the coast road...they had them roped off. No cars, just a few people walking and biking. It was crazy part absolutely heaven and party really surreal and dystopian. I think we all experienced a different kind of existential fear and dread that fall and summer.

So, all I did was listen to my record over and over. And it calmed me, centered me and filled me with joy every single day. I don't say this to brag or even to get you to buy a track. It can work, but it often doesn't to make things for others, that you think others will like. T

he great writer Wendell Berry said something like 'the best guarantee of quality is when the producer is also the consumer.' I agree with that. I began to see this like making a sandwich. Isn't it true that left to our own and with unlimited choices of meat and other stuff, we would all make the perfect sandwich.. for us. Now, it may be that someone looks over and says.. hmmmmm... thats a good looking sandwich... I want what you got!

So I made a sandwich that I really wanted to make and I love it and now I get to eat it! And if you take a bite and like it I'll make you one!

So, I cant hear those tunes - now 2 and /12 years later - without seeing the specific spot I'd be in on my bike ride; "My Spells is The Love" going over the bridge and looking east at the sunrise and seeing fishing boats headed out. "Your last Loving Touch" going through the deserted Hampton Center .. Miraculously "California Road" going up the rocky north Hampton coast line and "Grateful Wind" coming back over the bridge and the homestretch to the car... panting, sweaty grateful and holding a quick moment of understanding with and homage to the universe.. as we might say 'touché' you got my attention.