“Everybody’s moving, if they’re not already there. Everybody’s got to move somewhere.” –Bob Dylan The leaves are leaving. The army of leaves that have fed the tree all summer now deserts, one by on…

Here’s a song that emerged after the November elections. The lyrics: This world would be my fourteenth change of a nation’s blood This place has been leaning ever since the flood. The g…

Here’s a song that sort of fell out of my acoustic Yamaha last week. I picked it up and an odd voicing came out when my hands hit the strings. I looped it in GarageBand and added words that g…