Blue Sky Days
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This is the first of three songs in my "A chuisle geal mo chroi" Suite. This Irish Gaelic phrase, referring to a daughter, literally means "O bright beat of my heart". These three songs came out of raising the bright beat of my own heart.
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A Bud Thus Grows
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This is the second song in my "A chuisle geal mo chroi" Suite...the story continues. I wrote this after seeing Sting on television playing an antique lute. It seemed like a fun idea to write a song that would favor that instrument.
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A Hundred Miles Before Breakfast
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The third song of my "A chuisle geal mo chroi" Suite. It describes a very important occasion for a parent. Who knows? There may be more songs to come in this suite.
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Rhyme Among the Reasons
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A song I wrote to the very special lady in my life.
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He Told Us
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I wrote this as an experiment. There is no accompaniment (a cappela) and it is in Dorian rather than Major or Minor mode.
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Words Across the Ages
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This is a true story about a rhyme written to me by my Grandfather in 1955. My sister found it and sent it me in December 2005. It is my first song written for a DADGAD-tuned guitar.
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I Never Got To Say
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I wrote this song after the sudden loss of Greg Taylor: a songwriter, friend and great inspiration to me and many others. It was way too soon for him to leave.
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Evenings Such As This
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This is just a love song.
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Cherished Pictures
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Imagine a group of neighbors who have grown to be close friends. Several of the families are now moving away. This song was for a final gathering of these friends before parting. I sometimes use this song to close a set.
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