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the accidentals

Accidentals are sharps, flats and naturals. Such is life.

Accidentals are sharps, flats and naturals. Such is life.

the reincarnation of a rock

A song cycle about the journey of a soul.

the fifty minute hour

A coming-of-age solo musical about a small-town musician who finds himself on the therapist’s couch that is New York City.

Innocence

Songs from a simpler time featuring writing collaborations with Earl "Speedo" Carroll and Peter Millrose.

Songs from a simpler time featuring writing collaborations with Earl "Speedo" Carroll and Peter Millrose.

shake a leg

This is a song to end a long hot summer with some dancing in the street. This is a rock and roll call to arms and legs for peace and love and shaking your moneymaker. With crunchy rhythm guitar, a sinewy Santana-like lead, in your face vocal and old-fashioned classic rock backbeat this is a challenge to let it all hang out while the hanging is still good.

This is a song to end a long hot summer with some dancing in the street. This is a rock and roll call to arms and legs for peace and love and shaking your moneymaker. With crunchy rhythm guitar, a sinewy Santana-like lead, in your face vocal and old-fashioned classic rock backbeat this is a challenge to let it all hang out while the hanging is still good.

PIANO MUSIC

In a departure from my usual singer/songwriter métier, on this album I offer a selection of short instrumental piano pieces eloquently performed by pianist Dore Abrams.

In a departure from my usual singer/songwriter métier, on this album I offer a selection of short instrumental piano pieces eloquently performed by pianist Dore Abrams.

CASTING SHADOWS

With this album I revisit a dark time in my life, plumbing the depths of anger, regret, obsession and disaffection, while occasionally glimpsing the allusive but redeeming power of love.

With this album I revisit a dark time in my life, plumbing the depths of anger, regret, obsession and disaffection, while occasionally glimpsing the allusive but redeeming power of love.

DREAMTIME

It was the early 1980’s in southern New Jersey.  I was young and in a band. It was Dreamtime. It was great!   We played five nights a week at Ferry’s Slip Inn, searching for an Audience.  I wondered out loud: How Do You See Me? I styled myself The Heartbreak Kid. Proudly and defiantly I proclaimed: I am not ordinary, I am Off the Wall.   The ways of romance and the world were A Mystery to Me. I was delusional about a relationship with an older woman, a Working Girl. How could I be so naïve? How did I not see the Ghosts in Your Bedroom?   I longed for a permanent Holiday Retreat, a way off the pathway to the nine-to-five life that lay ahead. I struck out on my own. All I found was Every Reason to Fail. I was alone and pleaded with the indifferent world to Give Me a Break.   I had reached The Bottom Line. Dreamtime was over. And waking up is hard to do. I almost didn’t make it to morning. But there was music. It was and is my rising sun. That’s why I Keep On Turning It Out.

It was the early 1980’s in southern New Jersey. I was young and in a band. It was Dreamtime. It was great! We played five nights a week at Ferry’s Slip Inn, searching for an Audience. I wondered out loud: How Do You See Me? I styled myself The Heartbreak Kid. Proudly and defiantly I proclaimed: I am not ordinary, I am Off the Wall. The ways of romance and the world were A Mystery to Me. I was delusional about a relationship with an older woman, a Working Girl. How could I be so naïve? How did I not see the Ghosts in Your Bedroom? I longed for a permanent Holiday Retreat, a way off the pathway to the nine-to-five life that lay ahead. I struck out on my own. All I found was Every Reason to Fail. I was alone and pleaded with the indifferent world to Give Me a Break. I had reached The Bottom Line. Dreamtime was over. And waking up is hard to do. I almost didn’t make it to morning. But there was music. It was and is my rising sun. That’s why I Keep On Turning It Out.

FIFTEEN YEARS

PERSONAL BELONGINGS

YOU GOT TO ME

ADIRONDACK

HOW AM I HERE?

MR. LUCKY

WHIRLIGIG

SOUP DU JOUR