Too Unkind

Outside

Classic story of romantic break up and heart break. Woman laments loss of her love so she does what many people do: sits in her apartment drinkin' and smokin' and feelin' alone. Nice lyrics and instrumentation in my view. What do you think? 

Smokin' Drinkin' Feelin' Alone

Smoking Drinking Feeling Alone

Dust & Ashes

I can vividly remember riding the Southern Shore highway in Newfoundland on the bench seat of my uncle’s Buick - the feel of the fabric, the colour, and those sounds from the stereo. There was a cassette with a red cover and the black silhouette of a man on it: Gunfighter Ballads and Trail Songs by Marty Robbins. That record stuck with me, and it is what brought "The Many Deaths of Rose Murphy" to life…and death, I suppose. There’s nothing quite like a good murder ballad, and I needed to write one of my own. 

This one was recorded live in one take, with only the pedal steel added afterwards - sung around a couple of mics, just like it would have been done years ago. So sit back, let your mind wander to 1909, and enjoy one of "The Many Deaths of Rose Murphy".

The Many Deaths Of Rose Murphy

Seagull

LOST SUNSHINE is a diary of fragile light — the warmth we chase, lose, and try to find again.
It’s the sound of late mornings and long nights, of smiles that hide exhaustion, of tenderness surviving the noise.
Blending intimate pop and electro textures with soft R&B edges, the album explores vulnerability, desire, and the quiet strength of rebuilding yourself after the storm.

Every track is a fragment of daylight: a whisper of hope, a confession in motion, a reflection of what it means to glow even when everything fades.
Inspired by the emotional depth of Billie Eilish, the pulse of Dua Lipa, and the candor of Angèle, this record turns melancholy into color — sadness into rhythm, silence into breath.

This isn’t just pop.
This is light learning how to live again.

I Resist

IF YOU'RE LOVED AT CHRISTMAS

EP 'Reflections' is a collection of songs that feel like a secret shared with friends: the kind you listen to on headphones while staring at city lights from your window or on a lazy Sunday morning with a warm drink in your hands. Sunny has a gift for weaving dreamy, bedroom-pop melodies with a surprising, soulful depth that hits right in the chest. It's intimate and cozy but never fragile-there's a warm strength in these tracks.

'Reflections' is the audio equivalent of a well-worn sweater and your favorite quiet spot. A thoughtful continuation of the album 'Two of Us', it doesn't ask for your attention but invites you in to relax, unwind, and get lost in your thoughts. Press play, and let the world outside fade away for a little while.

Gimmie, gimmie

I left the door open too long.
Light crawled in,
touched everything I couldn’t name.
Dust circled like old prayers,
too quiet to believe in.

Streets crack below,
each car another beat borrowed from your world.
I think of you in the reflection
not your face,
just how still the glass was after you left.

If I’m still somewhere,
it’s between stars,
in the pause between a sound and its proof.
A small, patient sound
forgetting who made it.

I walk until the sky erases the idea of destination.
Billboards speak in light I can’t translate.
The moon flickers,
as if buffering another planet’s thought.

I used to write lists of things to fix
now I just listen to silence,
wait for it to rhyme.

If I’m still somewhere,
it’s not for long.
Every error grows tired of spelling.
Every goodbye becomes a friend.

Night folds around me,
neither kind nor cruel.
Just enormous enough
to call it peace.

Still Somewhere

Lonely girl waits under a weeping willow tree for her lover who never arrives. Heart broken she asks the willow tree to cry for her. By morning the willow tree still stands but the young woman is gone, the willow knows about the power of the flowing waters nearby...have a listen.

Weeping Willow Weep for Me

A song about losing a friend in December.

SNOW IN HEAVEN

MUSIC MADE IN CANADA: Music has been a large part of my life since my teen years when I started playing guitar. Used to play popular pop and country songs in bars, songs written by other artists but for past couple decades have focused entirely on writing and producing my own songs across a number of genres: pop, country, blues, and more recently dream pop and what I'm calling whiskey blues dream pop, a style that merges the two and that seems complimentary to my ear. I believe each style can sound good and give people pleasure: that's my goal in writing. Now I produce sounds featuring both male and female vocals as the lyrics dictate; variety is the spice of...well, you know. Thanks for listening.

Dust & Ashes

Dream Pop Productions

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