The sky cried tonight following my cousin's death. RIP L.D. Umholtz

Delta Tears

Lobster

One legged cricket. Can’t jump, can’t sing a song. Can get around, but not that well. “I’m a one legged cricket, I’m a bug and sick of it” are almost the entirety of the official lyrics. Everything else is made up on the spot, proving Keith! is in fact a one legged cricket playing guitar.

One Legged Cricket

Galaga

Cold Dec. (feat. Danny Edmonds)

Twelve Hunnid

Come Too Far

Bless Up

Sunshine (with Eugene)

Manohman!

Niggas Was Born Stars

Grandma Snow's Opening Scripture

Niggas just be trying my body like won't send an entire Malita of B52 bombers to do laps around your house like Churchill downs

My Attire

There she is readin her Bible in the early hush
On that red tile porch overlookin that marsh
Her man beside her, tear runnin down his face
Spending time with Jesus in their sacred place
Same ol swing they’d watch sunset skies
She’d always say it was a painting from God Most High
After moon and stars and a peaceful rest
It was coffee and toast, ya know he made the best

Oh how her world revolved around that one great man
A little lady making his big dreams come true
From the ripples of quiet strength came crashing waves of faith and love
She had a way about her
A beautiful magnitude

She loved walkin in the woods with three little ones
Mr Redbird singin her favorite song
Watchin her boys playin ball on Friday night
Her girl singin Sunday in the Gospel light
Every day got us ready and out the door
Got the pot roast cookin and a mop on the floor
Round her table at night we’d tell jokes and stories
She’d whisper a prayer as we fell fast asleep 

Oh how her world revolved around that one great call
A little lady making our big dreams come true
From the ripples of quiet strength came crashing waves of faith and love
She had a way about her
A beautiful magnitude

HER NAME WAS ELIZABETH SO SHE CALLED HERSELF THE QUEEN
BUT SHE HAILED FROM SOUTHERN GEORGIA, FROM HUMBLE ROOTS SO DEEP 
COUNTRY MOMMA, COUNTRY-WIDE GRANDMA
ALWAYS IN OUR CORNER, ALWAYS BY OUR SIDE
BUT WHEN SHE LOOKED IN THE MIRROR ALL SHE SAW
WAS THAT ONE MAN’S BRIDE
HIS GREATEST PRIDE AND JOY

He left her in the dark when he passed from this realm
She kept shining bright on behalf of both of them
But one Tuesday morn as the redbird sang
The Lord took her hand and led Lizzy away

Now oh how her world revolves around that One great throne
A little lady making bigger dreams come true
But while she was here with us she lived and breathed for her family
She had His way about her
A beautiful magnitude

Made all our dreams come true

She had this way about her
A beautiful magnitude

Beautiful Magnitude

Well hello. Here’s some rustic Mountain Blues, played on extremely oxidized guitar strings, with me hollering from the mountain top. Hahahaha. The song hints at a personal authenticity, and the experience of possibly unraveling any prior conditioning (Pavlovian or otherwise) that may constrict our lives in some way. It’s also about the different personas we portray to the outside world. How we may act at work, or on a first date, or with our spouse, or kids, friends, enemies, those who hurt us, even our stage personas comes into play…. So this song is asking a lot of us. In other news, right now in June, the mountains are snow covered and it froze last night. That is late spring, early summer here. Gardenwise, this year, I am planting a lot more Brassicas: Kale, Cabbage and Broccoli, and they are growing well. I am going to try to fence off the carrot/beet beds, as the voles always eat more carrots and beets than I ever do. Onions, leeks and garlic have been growing since March. I transplanted 50 lettuce plants I grew from seed that I saved from last year’s lettuce. The berry bushes and fruit trees have really blossomed this year. There are squash, cukes, tomato and pepper plants inside by the window, to be transplanted outside next week, quite a mess… all of which keeps me busy…. Hahaha. Thanks for dropping by, hope you’re well, Mark

'Round Here'

Written and produced by Chris Hale and Khenne Mazze

"Back Porch" is more than just a song — it’s a mindset. While it might hold different meanings for each listener, at its core, this summer anthem is a tribute to the men who choose peace over chaos, who stay grounded, and who find joy in good company. The back porch isn’t just a place — it’s a way of life that’s saved many.

With infectious hooks and real-life storytelling, The Whythouse delivers a feel-good, urban country vibe that’s all about cold beers, close friends, and keeping it real. "Back Porch" is where heart meets harmony — and it hits home.

1.2.3 Shots!

Back Porch

The Whythouse is a Canadian urban-country collective redefining the genre with a fresh blend of modern country, reggae undertones, and pop sensibility. With rich harmonies, relatable storytelling, and infectious rhythms, their music captures everyday moments—from long drives and lost love to personal redemption. Rooted in authenticity and crafted for feel-good connection, The Whythouse offers an alternative to traditional country without losing its heart. Led by Chris Hale with collective members Khenne Mazze and Dave Murray, The Whythouse delivers hits like Fly Away, Full Tank of Gas, and She Said Hi, proving that country music can evolve while staying grounded in real-life emotion.

They said I wouldn’t shake the city so I shook that shit like a crying toddler 🫨

Hey. I am a late bloomer musically. Initially I started on acoustic guitar, then within the last 4 years: Banjo, slide guitar, dobro, recorder, harmonica and singing.  Most of my songs are rough, unpolished, unpracticed, recordings made on an old laptop. Thank you for the love and support, the insights and ideas, the camaraderie and fellowship, Lammbone

I have written mostly celtic-Christian music for my stage production, Monarchess. Irish music melts my heart, but I also write pop, country and R&B. I am a graduate of Belmont U in Nashville (1991), so I have an appreciation of all genres from all decades of commercial music.

New tracks tagged #Back Porch