I have been fortunate enough to write lyrics for my kids and grandkids that generally  tell a story about our family history. Some are meant simply to make them laugh... while others hopefully make them understand the importance of Faith and Family.

These little productions don't pretend to be music -- rather they are meant to be a collection of family memories for them in the future.

This song relates to two mile posts in my life: 1) watching the Beatles on the Ed Sullivan Show as a kid. It changed the way I would hear music. 2) Seeing my wife (then girl friend)Mary Beth at Eden Park upon her return from a long vacation.

My memories during the 60's are all in Black in White. However after seeing Mary Beth at Eden Park during an evening concert in 1972 -- my memories are in color.

This was produced with the talents of my good friend Randy Campbell from Sonic Arts who took a poor voice and made me almost sound average. This is the 14th song in which he's been kind enough to help. Each one has been harder on him than the last:-)

Every Generation

I wrote this song a couple of years ago in honor of my parents. Again... forgive my singing.  My friend randy Campbell helped to add the original radio broadcast at the start of the song. That broadcast in some respect lead my Dad to join the Marines during WWII.

Boy And Girl

A little song I wrote when the grandkids asked me "Poppy, what happened to your hair?"

01 A Bear Ate My Hair

I wrote this for my Mother In Law when we learned she had cancer. We were fortunate that she lived long enough to hear it. She was a great and strong but sweet woman.

01 Pretty Is As Pretty Does

Two years ago Mary Beth and I met two people during Christmas season that  were in need of help. In both cases it made us reflect on the blessings that we have -- and the need to share these blessings with others. We wrote this story in the form of a song for our grandkids.

03 Christmas Day Mom For Our Grandkids

This song recalls many of the important memories of my youth -- starting with my First Communion, baseball, climbing cliffs and my first meeting with Mary Beth. 



01 First Communion Day Version 2

About 25 years ago I came home from work exhausted. While sitting in my chair our two daughters were arguing about not sharing. Mary Beth was frustrated after dealing with their bickering all day -- so she asked me to find a way to make them share. I somehow came up with this story about a group of cats that wandered the streets looking for food and always shared what they found. However, Marcus went out one night with the idea he'd keep the food for himself.... and as a result found himself singing the blues.

So... I put this story into a "blues song" for our grandkids.

02 Marcus

I have never been able to remember nursery rhymes. As somewhat of a joke for the grandkids I assembled my favorite ones.... in a fractured collection of Mother Goose's stories.

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