Trump World

Here’s one I wrote in the mid-1980s about the Jim Jones mass suicide, but have retitled it “Trump World,” which seems even more appropriate.

Studio Rough Test

Tooled up a quick mix on that new song I published earlier as test of my new studio – just off the cuff harmonies and a little instrumentation – no soundproofing or line input – just out over the air to see how it feels to record in my new creative space.

Notes from the next day:

You know, the more I listen to this, the more it reflects who I really am – my mood, the way my emotions slosh around in my head. It is the substance of my heart and the essence of my soul.

Play this at my funeral. Play me alive again.