Cybernetic Fusion™ blends ancestral African percussion with Irish fiddle and bodhran and electronic sound to create a future-born dance tradition.

Grok Musik

Cybernetic Fusion™ blending ancestral Pocumtuck music with electronic sound to create a future-born tradition. 



Verse 1

Down in Deerfield where the apple trees grow,

Clarkdale Fruit Farms has a story to show.

Lori Holmes Clark with a vision so clear,

Brings the orchard's heart for everyone to hear.

Chorus

Walk the fields, hear the tales unfolding,

Voices of the farm, both young and old.

From the seeds of the past to the fruits we see,

Clarkdale's calling, come roam with me.

Verse 2

Ninety minutes through a sound pool so wide,

Pauses in the breeze where the memories reside.

Tom Clark speaks of trees his granddad did plant,

Back in nineteen-twenty, when the farm's dream began.

Chorus

Walk the fields, hear the tales unfolding,

Voices of the farm, both young and old.

From the seeds of the past to the fruits we see,

Clarkdale's calling, come roam with me.

Verse 3

Ben Clark shares the grafting, the fencing, the fight,

Against deer and disease, keeping crops growing right.

Emerson, just eleven, sees life in a drop,

Every ant, every apple, with a role that won't stop.

Bridge

Poems weave through the air, with a whimsical spark,

Local voices like Delmhorst light the path in the dark.

Under archways and fairy homes, nature's magic is near,

A tapestry of stories for the heart to revere.

Chorus

Walk the fields, hear the tales unfolding,

Voices of the farm, both young and old.

From the seeds of the past to the fruits we see,

Clarkdale's calling, come roam with me.

Verse 4

Hailstorms and winds, Ben ties to the changing skies,

While fairy houses peek where the old apple tree lies.

Slow down, take a breath, let the orchard's truth sing,

Download the app, let the stories take wing.

Chorus

Walk the fields, hear the tales unfolding,

Voices of the farm, both young and old.

From the seeds of the past to the fruits we see,

Clarkdale's calling, come roam with me.

Clarkdale’s Calling

Cybernetic Fusion™, blending ancestral Amish music with electronic sound to create a future-born dance tradition

Verse 1
In Lancaster fields where the buggies roll slow,
Amish hands sow seeds where the green buds grow.
No tractor's roar, just the horse's steady tread,
Hemp in the soil, dreams bloom in their stead.

Who knew? The old ways meet the new,
From plow to potion, under skies so blue.
Who knew? The Amish grow the green,
Cybernetic fusion, a future-born dream.

Chorus
Who knew, who knew, the fields would sing?
Hemp and heart in a digital spring.
From lantern light to a neon glow,
Amish roots in the cyber flow.

Verse 2
Since '19, they've turned the earth to gold,
CBD oils, stories yet untold.
Reuben Riehl, with a million-dollar plan,
From a hundred farms, building dreams by hand.

No wires, no phones, but the greenhouses shine,
Solar sparks light up the old divine.
Organic and pure, their faith holds strong,
Blending past and future in a hemp-fueled song.

Chorus
Who knew, who knew, the fields would sing?
Hemp and heart in a digital spring.
From lantern light to a neon glow,
Amish roots in the cyber flow.

Bridge
They shun the world, yet the market calls,
From market stalls to the city's halls.
Three million strong by twenty-five's dawn,
A quiet revolution on a hemp-green lawn.

Legal lines blur, but the faith stays true,
Low-THC, it's the wellness they brew.
No highs to chase, just the earth's embrace,
Cybernetic fusion, a timeless grace.

Chorus
Who knew, who knew, the fields would sing?
Hemp and heart in a digital spring.
From lantern light to a neon glow,
Amish roots in the cyber flow.

Outro
In Pennsylvania's heart, where traditions mend,
The Amish grow hope where the futures blend.
Who knew? The old and new entwine,
Hemp fields dancing in a cyber divine.

Who Knew

Sweet Sonata, No. 17 is a solo mandolin piece I have been working on for several months.  

Sweet Sonata No 17

Sweet Sonata No 9 for mandolin and mandocello

Jackson Pollock stymied arts fans for decades as they tried to figure out what source of color was he using, until now. Wrote a song about it called "Manganese Blue". 

Manganese Blue

I lived in Hatfield in the 1990s and for several years, the Hatfield Hellion,  An orange truck that can ride and spin on its back wheels, as a crazy cut up in parades, fairs and events around town.  Recently there was an article in the local newspaper that brought back memories.  I wrote a song about it.

Verse 1
In Hatfield town by the river's bend,
Where the Connecticut flows and the fields don't end,
Back in ‘70 for the tricentennial show,
They built a truck with a wild orange glow.

Chorus
Hatfield Hellion, spinnin' on its wheels,
Red, white, blue smoke, givin' thrills that feel,
Siren wails through the summer air,
That old stunt truck's a sight so rare.

Verse 2
George Zgrodnik gave the ‘53 frame,
Chicup and Rogaleski sparked the flame,
One wild night, they made her leap and spin,
Leaping Lena, the Hellion's kin.

Chorus
Hatfield Hellion, spinnin' on its wheels,
Red, white, blue smoke, givin' thrills that feel,
Siren wails through the summer air,
That old stunt truck's a sight so rare.

Verse 3
Parades and fairs, she's been the star,
From Hatfield's streets to towns afar,
New hands keep her runnin', bold and free,
A piece of history for you and me.

Chorus
Hatfield Hellion, spinnin' on its wheels,
Red, white, blue smoke, givin' thrills that feel,
Siren wails through the summer air,
That old stunt truck's a sight so rare.

Verse 4
Meguey at the museum, she's gatherin' tales,
Of the Hellion's rides where memory sails,
At the Legion hall, stories will unfold,
Of that orange truck, forever bold.

Chorus
Hatfield Hellion, spinnin' on its wheels,
Red, white, blue smoke, givin' thrills that feel,
Siren wails through the summer air,
That old stunt truck's a sight so rare.

Hatfield Hellion

Stone tools uncover 140,000-year-old human history in the Mongolian Gobi
Researchers investigated a prehistoric lake in the Gobi Desert that held tools, revealing how humans responded to a changing climate.

Verse 1
 Wind in the Gobi, the silence is wide
 Stone in my hand, I feel the tide
 Once was a lake where the rivers ran
 Now only echoes and shifting sand
Chorus
 Stone tells a story, age by age
 Hands of the past still mark the stage
 Dust remembers, wind replies
 We were here beneath these skies
Verse 2
 Fire and water, ice and rain
 People returned and came again
 Followed the herds, the stars for light
 Dreamed of the dawn through endless night
Chorus
 Stone tells a story, age by age
 Hands of the past still mark the stage
 Dust remembers, wind replies
 We were here beneath these skies
Verse 3
 Lakes are gone, but tools remain
 Carved by heart, not made for gain
 Time moves on, but truth stays near
 Their voice in stone—we still can hear
Final Chorus (repeat/fade)
 Stone tells a story, age by age
 Hands of the past still mark the stage
 Dust remembers, wind replies
 We were here beneath these skies



Stone Story

🎙️ New episode out now: Don’t Quit Music Lessons! — a real talk about why sticking with your instrument matters more than you think. Recorded at Granby Music in Granby, MA.
Listen here: https://www.buzzsprout.com/2552565/episodes/18111100
#GranbyMusic #ViolinLessons #MandolinLessons #Rentals 

Don't Quit Your Music Lessons

Granby Preservation Society presents a Festival of Trees & Baskets 

November 29th and 30th, 2025 - Adam Sweet and Students from Granby Music will be performing Christmas Carols starting at 2pm

December 6th and 7th, 2025

11am - 6pm

250 State St Granby, MA

fundraising@granbypreservationsociety.org

413-218-1801

413-255-0712

All proceeds to benefit Kellogg Hall

Christmas at Kellogg Hall

The Massachusetts Department of Transportation (MassDOT) has launched its fourth annual ‘Name A Snowplow’ contest for elementary and middle school students across the state.
The contest invites students to propose names for 12 snowplows that will be used during the 2025/2026 winter season. The initiative aims to celebrate the winter season, highlight the dedication of public works employees, and raise awareness of their critical role in maintaining road safety during winter weather.


(Verse 1)
Winter's coming down across the Bay State line,
Kids are dreaming up names while the plows align.
From Pittsfield hills to the Cape's white shore,
They'll keep us rolling when the snow starts to pour.

(Chorus)
Name a snowplow, give it a cheer,
For the folks who clear the roads each year.
From Frosty Flyer to Blizzard King,
Let's make the highways sparkle and sing.

(Verse 2)
In every schoolroom from north to south,
Ideas flying from every mouth.
“Tireless Titan,” “Snow Patrol,”
They're heroes rolling through the cold.

(Chorus)
Name a snowplow, give it a cheer,
For the folks who clear the roads each year.
From Frosty Flyer to Blizzard King,
Let's make the highways sparkle and sing.

(Bridge)
Through ice and sleet they shine their light,
Guiding us safely through the night.
MassDOT says, “Come take part,”
Let's give these plows a name with heart.

(Chorus - Final)
Name a snowplow, give it a cheer,
For the folks who keep our highways clear.
From Boston lights to the Berkshire glow,
We're naming plows to brave the snow!


Name A Snowplow Contest

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Name A Snowplow Contest

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