Chances of August is an album that I have been trying to write since 2008.  This page is yet another way that I'm trying to bring it closer to the one that's been living in my head.  Everything you hear is me: instruments, arrangements and vocals.  These are all recorded on just 8 tracks, on an iPad, using Garage Band. 

 I could go on for days explaining the in's and outs of my struggles to bring the songs even this far, but instead, I'll save that, and invite you enjoy the songs as they are.  As I complete one song at a time, or, in other words, reach my own limitations on each song, I'll share it on this page.  Occasionally, I will add new song ideas, covers and just assorted bits as I like.  

Not every thing will be earmarked for my album.  Those that are, will be given the album title in the tag. 

I'm not looking for a record deal.  I've been asked about that and offered those.  These are just my songs.  I write because I write, not in hopes for someone to sign me.  You'll find that when it comes to writing according to "rules" of songwriting, I don't particularly care if it's not perfect, or more specifically "commercial".  

Eventually It would be cool if enough people liked what I do, enough to be invited to play and perform for those that would like to hear it.  That's about the pinnacle of My aspirations musically.  
 

Just a kid from West Texas that grew up idolizing Van Morrison.

It was what would seem like any typical August day in Victoria, Texas. A bicyclist being chased by a pit bull, the golf course-ish smell of a freshly cut lawn, in the distance you think you hear the faint yelp of someone burning their booty on a nearly red hot car seat. The Sun, Moon and North Star align as three crusty dudes tune up to jam for the first time....

God gave us fingers--Ma says, "Use your fork."
God gave us voices--Ma says, "Don't scream."
Ma says eat broccoli, cereal and carrots.
But God gave us tasteys for maple ice cream.

God gave us fingers--Ma says, "Use your hanky."
God gave us puddles--Ma says, "Don't splash."
Ma says, "Be quiet, your father is sleeping."
But God gave us garbage can covers to crash.

God gave us fingers--Ma says, "Put your gloves on."
God gave us raindrops--Ma says, "Don't get wet."
Ma says be careful, and don't get too near to
Thoses strange lovely dogs that God gave us to pet.

God gave us fingers--Ma says, "Go wash 'em."
But God gave us coal bins and nice dirty bodies.
And I ain't too smart, but there's one thing for certain--
Either Ma's wrong or else God is.” 

Traveling #funkychillsoulpop Singer-Songwriter || Lead singer for Tightn' Up! & rolling with The Fly & Rooster #listen http://bit.ly/soundcloudyadi

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