I’m not a singer. I’m not a skilled piano player. I’m not a songwriter. I don’t play guitar – not really. This webpage is the only place you’ll ever hear me sing.
Holy, Holy, Holy (audio) I’m guessing I was 8 when I recorded myself singing this one. My oldest brother was kind enough to digitize it and send it to me.
Can’t Find the Words (audio) From the spring of ’96 when my soon-to-be-fiance lived far away in Oklahoma and I was alone with a guitar, wishing for less distance between us
Silently (audio) So my brother told me that a bunch of musicians were taking part in a challenge to write and record an entire album during the month of February. He gave me a similar challenge on a smaller scale – we each wrote and recorded a song in February. Here’s mine. […2/2012… Looking back, I want to know what I was thinking. I must have just read the Canterbury Tales or something. Who uses the word Chanticleer in a SONG?]
Your Cousin Jenny (audio) I was kind of on a roll after my February song. This is completely fictional and I like it more than the first one. Well, I say it’s completely fictional, but it’s written from the point of view of someone with my personality who has a husband a lot like mine.