Live studio guide/scratch track, what the basic take in the studio sounds like.. guitar, drums, and vocals.

Daze of the Weak ( Scratch/guide rough demo version - possible choice for single)

Bottom Of My Soul

Welcome to....

This Is America

This was recorded at home in L.A. Hollywood by M, who recorded, mixed, sang and played guitars except bass by Andrew..Great song about the deception between my lover and our best friend..that I nailed in a song trying to explain what was going on...I later found out, they'd had an affair, and I was intuitively right by the lyrics I'd written. 
I love the power in this song..

Letter To My Friend (demo)

Welcome To...(320mbps)

This Is America (320 kbps High Quality Mp3)

The last track produced by the legendary Bob Johnston.. I love you Bob, see you at the aftershow..

Masters mp3

Lost And Found -  Unfinished Acoustic studio cut (The last recording produced by Bob Johnston)

The Return of Mad Jack 

A couple of winters ago I got a call from a friend in the Bay Area, asking me if I wouldn’t mind checking in on a dear, elderly friend of his who had just moved into his rental house up here in my home town of Mount Shasta. 
I called by the house - expecting to offer a hand shoveling the snow from the drive or drop off a sample of my medicinal herb which I was told this friend was fond of - and as fate would have it, it turns out that this elderly bloke who had just moved to the mountains was none other than Bob Johnston, the legendary record producer behind such names as Simon & Garfunkel, Johnny Cash, Leonard Cohen, Mike Scott/Waterboys, and of course, Bob Dylan. 

Bob asked me what I did for a living, and I told him “I’m an herbsman“, but that I play guitar and sing.  He looked at me with his penetrating stare, and said, “I know you’re good.”  
“You can tell that just by looking at me, huh?” I replied. 
“Yep, and I know you don’t sound like anybody else.” 

A few days later I took my guitar round and played him ‘This is America’. 
Bob‘s enthusiasm was emphatic: “That’s a fucking great song, kid.”
I told him I was about to make a record and asked him cheekily if he’d give me his ten cents as an executive producer of sorts, to which he replied, “Better still, I’ll produce it for you!”
No arguing with that. 

And so, here in a remote Northern California mountain town, a friendship was born.  A friendship of music, musings, mentorship and a more than occasional flash of madness.  (Bob himself was known as ‘Crazy Bob Johnston’ back in Nashville when he ran Columbia/Epic Records.) 

The concept for the name of The Return of Mad Jack sprang forth from one of our lazy afternoon chats as we sipped at Tennessee Honey Jack Daniels and smoked some fine herb, and the conversation drew us to talk about my great-great-grandfather, John Stephens Andrews, known in the family as ‘Mad Jack’, who - as the story goes - traveled from England to America on steamship after being invited by Buffalo Bill Cody to join his famed Wild West Show.  This struck a chord with Bob who exclaimed, ‘That’s it, that’s YOU!”  
Bob was not the only one to make such a connection; on my last visit to my grandmother in hospital on her deathbed in Britain she mistakenly took me for her long lost grandfather, Jack.  Mad Jack. 

“Jack, Jack, is that you?  How’s the farm?  Where have you been?” 

So here is The Return of Mad Jack (and Crazy Bob). 
It’s been a long time coming.

The Return Of Mad Jack