song for all the dreamers, hope you enjoy :-)

Close Your Eyes

Out Of The Sky

Dancing Ice Crystals

Original music by FPMORINSTUDIO/ Francois Pierre Morin 
Photo by ' Jean Nicolas Morin : Red river valley Mont-Tremblant Canada

OF PRESSURE

Digital Rocks

Out Of The Dark

Longtime friend Clint Culwell and I got together to practice and record some of his songs and covers, and jam a little as well.  Out of the session came this little gem, a unique, slightly reggae take on a traditional favorite.  Clint is left center on vocal and nylon string guitar; I am right center doing some ornamenting on steel sting guitar and playing bass. For more music from Clint check out his Cloud @Clint-Culwell.

Wayfaring Stranger (Clint Culwell;  guitar, vocal, David Dunham; guitar, bass)

It's a song about warm weather and a cold, broken heart. And cheap souvenir merchandise. (Tchotchkes: A cheap souvenir or trinket)
From the Album
"A Suburban Dadaist With Some Store Bought Beats" (2020)
 
Lyrics:
Hey, where did you go?
Don't you know that the trade winds blow?
You left me here
With a sunburn
In the 3rd degree
Holding my Waikiki tchotchkes
Waikiki tchotchkes
Did you take my American Express?
Oh yes, good lord, you did!
I've got my puka shells
Only time will tell
If you'll come back to me
Waikiki tchotchkes
Sunburn in the 3rd degree
You left me holding my Waikiki tchotchkes
Waikiki tchotchkes
That really stinks for me
The Hawaiian Luau Buffet was buy one and get one free

Waikiki Tchotchkes

This is my little sister's fault; she asked me to do a lovely happy little Christmassy song for her.   Obviously, I immediately reached for my well-thumbed copy of “Chords of misery and despair for songs in the key of Dismal diminished” - and here we are.  Hope you enjoy it Anne - sing along, pet!  :)

This uplifting little Christmas minor blues is based on the melody from a classic old standard from the ‘30’s “Skin Game Blues” by Peg Leg Howell but using a fingerstyle arrangement by Steve James from his excellent “Fingerstyle Blues Songbook”.

I can't blame anyone else but me for the lyrics.  Not even my sister.

Wishing everyone, particularly the less fortunate, a peaceful Christmas.

Photo by Matt Collamer on Unsplash

A Blues Consumptive

So, it’s time for Christmas.
Snatching up stuff that you don’t need, to hell with the desperate that do.
Give yourself a gluttony nosebleed, as you sate the materialistic in you.
You’re a trussed up seasonal clown,
Paint a grotesque smile on your frown,
Masquerade it all over town,
You’re goin’ down, down.

So, it’s time for Christmas.
Gorging conspicuous consumption by the privileged, of the frail.
Hot fashion’s mis-presumption, drags the spiritual by the tail.
Ya better get your stockpile built,
To bury your ethical guilt,
‘Cause you’re in it up to the hilt
And you’re goin’ down, down.

So, it’s time for Christmas.
Flashing Rudolph lights on your soul betray your tribal credentials.
The Christ can remain in the cold while you max your network potential.
Better get your story straight,
Soon be at the pearly gate,
Best not to leave it too late,
You’re goin’ down, down, down.

A Blues Consumptive

“I paint flowers so they will not die.”
– Frida Kahlo

Museum

Baby I get no fascination
With your pretty face
It’s just I want my sticky fingers
Roaming ‘round your place
Dollar bills misplaced in pockets
Of your forgotten coats, are
Enough to feed my nasty habits
Bless me I’m the pope
Of dope and lost hope, ah

I climbed right into this gutter
Didn’t need your help
You seem to think that I want better
That I might elope
Well I got news now darling
My heart is true
Just not to you my lover
What’s a girl to do
Well adieu

I have seen the light
Don’t show me
I know the world is cruel
You said you’d do what you could to help me, well
Fifty bucks would do
I know you can’t stand to see me
So pull your eyelids low
Open your eyes
I’m not the one who’s lying
To me
It’s you, oh

Pope

kinda weird jam I did this afternoon, drum samples, bass and a couple of guitar overdubs

The Cluster Flux

Dunning–Kruger

I am a finger-style guitarist living on the Texas high plains.  At the core of my music is melody that is inspired and informed by my Christian faith, family, friends, and countless influences through the years from the great composers, to jazz, folk, rock, Latin, Celtic, and the many fine musicians I have come to love on the Cloud, some I have been privileged to collaborate with.  Thanks for stopping by to have a listen. Comments are always welcome. Feel free to click on the picture of any track to learn more about it.