There are stories that time buries, and there are stories that refuse to be forgotten. Some are carved into old oak, some are whispered through the pines, and some are carried downstream, lost but never truly gone. But the ones that last? The ones that linger? The rain keeps those.

Stories the Rain Told Me is more than just an album—it’s a journey through memory, love, loss, and the quiet moments that shape a life. It’s the sound of footsteps fading on wet pavement, a train whistle disappearing into the night, a name scratched on the soul that time won’t erase. It’s about the things we leave behind and the ones that still follow us, no matter how far we run.

From the haunting echoes of an abandoned house ("The House That Time Forgot") to the restless pull of fate in a thunderstorm ("When the Thunder Calls My Name"), these songs weave together like pages in an old leather-bound book—weathered, raw, and full of truths that refuse to die.

Some nights, freedom is lost. Some nights, a stranger becomes the only thing keeping you from breaking apart. Some nights, the road that led you away finds a way to bring you back. And through it all, the rain sings, whispers, and washes away what it can—but never everything.

This album is country music at its most honest—blending outlaw grit, folk storytelling, and heartland soul into something both intimate and cinematic. It’s for the ones who’ve lost, the ones who’ve loved, and the ones still searching for home.

And if you listen close enough, you’ll hear it.

The rain keeps singing. Will you?


The Road That Led Me Home

Chances is a heartfelt country ballad about life's winding roads, missed opportunities, and the power of second chances. With reflective lyrics and a gentle, emotional melody, the song tells a story of lessons learned through hardship, love’s unwavering strength, and the importance of seizing the moments we’re given. It reminds listeners that while time keeps moving, doors open and close, and dreams can slip away, there's always another chance—if we’re brave enough to take it.

Chances

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Put some sawdust in your gearbox - for a week, you'll ride in style!

My buddies Wurmo, Davis Duvy, Uncle T, Ronie Junkins and I put a little band together called The Caints.  It's all about doing the stuff we caint do.  We went off in the woods and played one of Davis' tunes for the possums and snakes.  Uncle T happened to record it, so here it is!

Bondo - The Caints

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Wildflower

hip-hop, hypnotic basslines, delta blues, blues, psychedelic rock with a blues edge, and rhythmic vocal delivery; male vocals, gritty and raw; a blend of distorted guitar riffs, rock, sparse electro textures, intense and brooding

Shattered Veins

This is a song about my father, a Harvard Business School graduate who soon found himself serving as an officer in the Pacific.  He was a rock.

Dad Worked In The Trenches

Then and Now

Porch Memories

merci à ma vie

I am the voice for those who seek
Strength when darkness peaks.
I live a life wild and free
Forged in fire, untamed like the sea.

Yet in the shadows, light will rise,
A spark reflecting in weary eyes.
Through storm and silence, loss and fear,
A guiding flame still burns clear.

Sebastian—steadfast, strong and true,
A warrior’s heart in midnight’s hue.
Theodore—gifted hands to heal,
A name that speaks of love made real.
And Lucas—born to blaze the way,
A torch against the darkest gray.

No chains can bind, no night consume,
For light will break the deepest gloom.
A Viking soul, both fierce and wise,
With northern winds behind his eyes.

I walk alone, yet I ignite,
A nameless soul—but burning bright.
A kingdom’s call, a truth to find,
A beacon in the hands of time.

Drifting between melodies and words, I weave stories from the whispers of the wind and the echoes of the soul. A seeker of truth, I find inspiration in the rhythm of nature and the spark of human connection. My spirit walks with the snowy owl and arctic wolf, rooted in the strength of my Viking ancestry. Through music and creation, I build—shaping a kingdom on earth as it is in heaven. No single path holds all the answers, but every path holds a piece of the truth.

Chances

Sébby T.

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