Friday, November 27, 2015


You talk like a politician
Or a guy who sells used cars
Or a guy who says he doesn't want your money
Or a guy who tells stories in bars
You sound oh so confident
Like you really believe what you say
Where's the truth
Where's the lie
What does it matter anyway


Thursday, November 26, 2015

What I Found in the Remains

Here's a letter you wrote
From UC Santa Cruz
You liked your class in philosophy
I could see you
Coming into your own
You said
"I wish you were here to come along with me"


Eliot Wilder: 101

Uncertainty is an uncomfortable position
But certainty is an absurd one
Why not celebrate the vastness of our ignorance
And be a possibilian


Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Lost Time

We write novels that tell our stories
But they don't get it right
We build great statues to our heroes
But they cast a strange light
We get ourselves ready for takeoff
But we never take flight


Tuesday, November 24, 2015

Thought Palaces

You boyfriend was a jerk
And he beat you to a pulp
One time I kicked his ass
You jumped back with a gulp
Then you disappeared
Moved out to LA
Starred on "Melrose Place"
Life is one big soiree


Sunday, November 22, 2015

The Essential Invisible

I heard a song in the middle of a dream
And it woke me from my slumber
It spurred me on, it rocked my world
You could say it had my number
I got my sack and I got good shoes
And I got a certain esprit
And I know when I get to the top of the mountain
I will be set free


All Hail Anhedonia!

Thirteen songs about the beginning, the middle and the end.


Saturday, November 21, 2015


Most of the characters in these songs are people I know, have once known or, perhaps, imagined I knew. They are all rather slippery people, the kind you are not quite sure of, the kind that leave you guessing. When they tell you something personal, as they often do, you wonder how much of it is true and how much fabrication. The thing is, they don't know themselves - so how can you? And yet, because they are often good at sounding like they know what they are saying, and because they look and act completely convincing, you want to buy in.


Thursday, November 19, 2015

Personality Crisis

For people who live unexamined lives, the world just happens, happening as it does beyond their will or ability to act upon it. Because, to them, there are always external forces - perhaps God, perhaps chance, perhaps circumstance - that they believe are outside their ability to understand and control. In most cases, they get away with so much because they think so little. But if they began a process of self-evaluation and -examination, they may come to discover that there is much they can do. Or, at the very least, they can stop deflecting blame for the pain they inflict. Coming to this place of discovery requires much work - more work than most people want to invest in. But the ultimate reward can be great, not only for the people who awaken to their lives, but also to the people in their orbit. They just need to start. But the question remains: How to begin?


Friday, November 13, 2015


An all-instro album based on "The Alexandria Quartet" tetralogy by Lawrence Durrell. Best heard in a single sitting with the lights off and the headphones cranked.


Tuesday, November 10, 2015

Social Studies

Nowadays everyone's got a window
A clear and unobstructed view
You'd think with all that information
That we would know
We would know what to do


Saturday, November 7, 2015

End of the Road

There comes a time when a certain relationship reaches an end, but one of the parties seems to be unaware that this has happened. Or maybe that person lives in a state of denial. Or is oblivious. Or just wants to pretend that what's has gone on for the last decade or two or three is hunky dory, even though no effort or energy whatsoever has been put into keeping the relationship alive. It's just this thing, this entity - but it is not true; it does not breathe, it does not move, it is not about anything at all. And what do you say to this person? How do you tell him or her that you are at the end of the road?


Thursday, November 5, 2015

Speak, Memory

This album, originally recorded in 2010, has several of my favorite tracks on it, including "Crossing the Line," "Midnight Town" and "The Devil Ain't Got No Music," which was inspired by a line that Mavis Staples uttered on "The Colbert Report" when asked how she felt about singing the devil's music. (Subsequently, in the past year, the blues singer Lurrie Bell has recorded a tune using the same title, but I got there first!). At any rate, after listening to this record recently, I thought it could be better - not only the mix, but the vocals as well. So I've given it a fresh coat of paint.


Wednesday, November 4, 2015

Life Among the Lilies

I tried to love you
But you would not let me in
You kept me at a distance
Like a vestigial twin
You lied to me so sweetly
And I wanted to go on believing



Up and down
The wheel does grind
Round and round
In this Coney Island of the mind
High and low
With all mankind
We spin and spin
In this Coney Island of the mind


Monday, November 2, 2015

The Further Adventures of Larry Kusnitt

And after all our pain and suffering
And after all of our goddamn work
Why oh why is God a goddamn jerk
Such a goddamn jerk


Friday, October 30, 2015

Bad Side

It's a miracle I did not lose you
It's a miracle you let me speak
I gave you cause to punch me in the face
And yet you turned the other cheek


Friday, October 16, 2015


Drapes are drawn
All over this land
Everyone is sleeping sound
The wheel's unmanned
Goose is cooked
Pretty spooked


Tuesday, October 13, 2015

A Good Man

So I am a peephole
Into a windowless room
Where the sweat on the tiles
Is the only perfume
On the desk is diary
And next to it a vase
The rose draws blood
And it drips on the lace


Saturday, October 3, 2015

Younger Than Today

When I look back on my 60 years
It all seems like a blur
It all seems like it was here and now it's gone
And when I think about all the stuff I've done
And the stuff I've yet to do
I can't believe that my time ain't that long

Cover boy: Larry Kusnitt, whereabouts unknown


Tuesday, September 22, 2015

The Sentimental Education

Here's a collection of tracks you won't find on my Bandcamp page. It's my very first solo album, recorded over the course of several years (starting around 2002) at Woolly Mammoth Sound here in Boston. When I began this project, I'd not thought about writing songs in about 20 years, but with the encouragement and help of Dave Westner (who plays all over thing), I found myself slowly flexing that muscle again. Some of these tunes, like "Sensitive Boy," "Nobody," and "Hard Won" were written as far back as the late 1970s for my old band, Catch 22 (these versions were rerecorded for this album). The song "True" goes pretty far back as well, and was transferred from a crummy old cassette into the digital realm, where I added new instruments and vocals. I have a great fondness for these tunes; they may not be my absolute best, but they were my starting point. This one is for Bob Gartland (my old songwriting buddy) and Natalia Cooper, who provided backing vocals and sang a stunning lead on "Everyone's Gone to the Moon."

As a side note, this record was named after my old web site, which, curiously, has now been hijacked by a Japanese company selling hair tonic. Why they stole my domain name - and why they think it is appropriate for their products - I will never know. It's a crazy old world.


Sunday, September 20, 2015


Of all the albums I've made, this is the one I'm most pleased with. It took a long time to finish; songs were recorded, rethought, retooled, re-recorded, remixed. Some I just had to walk away from, and were discarded altogether. In the end, I wanted to produce an album that has a shape, that told a story and that flowed together as a piece - and I believe this does that. And if you should take the time to listen to it as a whole (something I've come to understand is exceedingly rare nowadays), you may hear what I was trying to accomplish: 12 songs about the quality of mercy.


Wednesday, September 16, 2015


Now you must face your deepest fears
Or at the very least say
You're not afraid
If you do that
You're not just half way there
You are at the head of the parade


Saturday, August 29, 2015


I am not here
And you are not there
Nobody is anywhere, anywhere
I thought that I knew you
A humble boast
I thought that I knew you
But you're a ghost

Cover girl: Susan Gil, whereabouts unknown


Monday, August 17, 2015

Something Strange

Never fit in here
Never fit in there
No matter how I tried
I never fit in anywhere
Did what I could
To accomodate
But all of my efforts were in vain
And that's how it always will remain


Wednesday, August 5, 2015


I stand accused
Of a wrong I did not do
And I sound nervous in my deposition
You see, innocence's a trick of paperwork
Whereas guilt is the human condition


Friday, July 24, 2015

Wild Blue Yonder

Putting out the last of the garbage
Sam says, "I'll see you next year"
I'm about to say I won't be back
But Sam went to get a beer
And I'm left here to ponder
Over the wild blue yonder


Saturday, July 4, 2015


I can't get no satisfaction
I ain't no Rolling Stone
No, I can't get no girl reaction
I'm out here all alone


Friday, June 26, 2015

Songs of Love and Regret

What if I had read the signs
And acted a little more quick
When I think of what I might have done
It just makes my heart feel sick


Thursday, June 18, 2015

Western Daylight

This album picks up where my last album, "Eastern Standard," leaves off. A sequel of sorts, then.


Thursday, June 11, 2015

The Bell Curve

I construct my albums like puzzles, with each song a piece that's part of the greater whole - and the instrumentals play a critical role. They are meant to heighten or shift a mood, or add a sense of drama that lyrics can't quite convey. Removed from their respective albums, they take on whole different meanings. I have endeavored here to maximize the effect of each track by arranging them in such a way that creates a definite ebb and flow; an acoustic number is followed by a funk workout, which is followed by a more abstract ambient work followed by a hip-hop piece. You can play this collection a track at a time, but it is my hope that you will crank up the ol' headphones, fire up your favorite substance, tune out the world and tune in to "The Bell Curve" for the full two hours.


Monday, June 8, 2015

Eastern Standard

I scream at you but you don't hear
You flash an evil grin
"I am Henry the Eighth," you say
"And you're my Anne Boleyn"


Saturday, June 6, 2015

We Got a Groovy Thing Going

There's a dream that I have
And I'm with you again
There's a dream that I have
And we're laughing
And in this dream that I have
You are writing your name in the sky
In this dream that I have
You are dancing


Monday, June 1, 2015


"Westphalia" was my fourth album, and even though several songs were done at least in part at Woolly Mammoth Studios in Boston, most of it was recorded on my own. In fact, the very first track I made for it, "Dime in My Pocket," was the first one I ever did solely at home. In the beginning I thought it would just be a demo, but the more I worked on it and the more it started to come together, the more I thought, "Hey, I can do this." The song itself is a bit strange - very few rhymes and I'm not sure exactly what it is about - but what it taught me was how to create a certain feel, and that was as important as just about anything else. Overall, I think this is me at my most unhinged, my head ringing with possibilities.


Saturday, May 30, 2015

An Interview With the San Diego Reader

Yeah, so I a did an interview recently with the San Diego Reader where I talk about my album Quartet and some other things.


Thursday, May 28, 2015

Little Bastards

You may think that he is hiding
But he is in plain view
He is me and he is you
You may think that he's gone missing
Just look over there
Look at the guy with the well-groomed hair


Sunday, May 10, 2015

Remember Me

So I am a peephole
Into a windowless room
Where the sweat on the tiles
Is the only perfume
On the desk is a diary
And next to it a vase
The rose draws blood
And it drips on the lace


Thursday, April 9, 2015

Los Feliz

That's Sharon, my ex, on the cover. I took this shot in 1985 when she was going to college in Santa Cruz and we were about at the peak of our crazy love thing. After that, her mom committed suicide and, of course, she (and we) were never the same. She eventually had an affair, and then after we split she married the guy. She went on to become a therapist, and on her web site now she talks about the virtues of being compassionate, honest and loving ... ironic, because those are all the things she denied me. She has kids now who are in their 20s, and I'm guessing they don't know that she was ever married before or that I ever existed. Hell, I bet if you asked her, even she would say that I never existed and that our relationship never happened. This photograph is my proof. Look, see for yourself.


Friday, April 3, 2015

Scary Guy at the End of the Hall

This one channels the ghosts of Salinger, absent friends and, well, the scary guy at the end of the hall. Cover shot taken at our old apartment on Park Drive in Boston.


Tuesday, March 17, 2015


This was an attempt to make an album in singular style (in this case, a mostly acoustic record), rather than hopscotching all over the map stylistically, as I tend to do. I wouldn't exactly say that this is a mellow record; rather, like the title, it's more dream-like. A couple of the songs - "How Can Anybody Get Anything Done 'Round Here," "Late Night Companion" and the title track - are among my all-time personal favorites. I also like "Turtles All the Way Down," which came about after watching an episode of the long-ago cancelled series "Awake." If you are having trouble sleeping, I suggest putting this one on the ol' hi-fi.


Sunday, March 15, 2015


Do you feel a certain pressure at night
Like something big pushing down on you
What do you think that it could be
Is it just this old wandering Jew
Oh I whisper in your ear
All the words you long to hear


Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Jacob's Ladder

A mystery surrounds me
Like none I've ever known
And I don't know the meaning
As it spins 'round me like a cyclone
I have spent whole my life searching
Trying to figure out just why I'm here
But try as I may and try as I might
I don't think I've ever come near


Thursday, March 5, 2015

Sunny Window

"Sunny Window" is a long-deleted Colgems single from 1969, matrix number 66/1019.


Friday, February 27, 2015

Goodbye Richmond

Originally titled "Bread of Dreams," this was my second album, and it all came about because of Dave Westner, engineer and multitasking musician extraordinaire at Woolly Mammoth Studios. At this stage I was extremely unsure of what I could do both musically and lyrically, but slowly (the recording stretched on between 2007 and 2008) I began to find my legs, mostly because Dave was so proficient at translating my vague ideas into musical realities. Once we'd finished a track, he'd say, "Go write another one." And I would. And bit by bit, this record came together. I like this album a lot, and I really love Dave's playing on it. He's an incredible "feel" musician, and most of what he did he laid down in the very first take.


Sunday, February 22, 2015


The good and the bad
The happy and the sad
All the living and the dead
It will stay with me
For eternity
My thoughts are a tornado
In my head


Friday, February 13, 2015


If you'll excuse me
I gotta text
It's important
My brother Rex
He's got tickets for a show
It's Taylor Swift or J Lo
I gotta take it
Not time to chat
Your mom died
Sorry 'bout that
I'm not here
I'm not there
I am elsewhere


Thursday, January 29, 2015

Far Country

I see justice
Just out of view
Yeah, I see justice
Don't have much to do
But I got no worries
Why give a toss
I'm already long gone from here
And I don't feel a loss


Friday, November 28, 2014

Armistice Day

With all that's going on in the world right now from the Midwest to the Middle East, here's an album about human conflict.


Saturday, November 15, 2014

Walking Distance

There is nothing
Nothing out in the desert
And no man
No man needs nothing