All of us who write music hear music in dreams.  I don’t know what to make of it.  Is it inspiration, brain garbage, cryptamnesia?  I write it down when I awake.  Here’s one of them.

I trot out some French, in an excerpt from a White Knuckle Sandwich slide show.

I’m always interested in music written by writers.  And so, when I learned that Robert Louis Stevenson had written music for flageolet, I had to seek it out.  And I had to harmonize it.

Another crab canon, with some pungent dissonances.  Enjoy!

I usually perform this song on the uke, preferably with viola obbligato; but here’s the first and fifth verses, and a bit of the piano version.

I sit by the window, my room’s nice and dark.
I gaze at the sky and the clouds.
Perhaps I should go for a walk in the park
And mingle a bit with the crowds.

Tomorrow’s my birthday; I’ll go the whole hog:
I’ll lie in the tub with some cake.
I think I’ve forgotten the name of my dog,
And that’s where I made my mistake.

A sort of chorale, written while unwinding from performances in a vaudeville festival in Maine.

I wrote this for a performance in Everett, Washington, back in 2001.  It was originally meant for theater organ, but I ended up playing it on the piano.  And here’s an excerpt.

Anne Shapiro, Jennifer Duffy (now Perez) and Doug Skinner pose in NYC’s meat packing district, back when they still packed meat there.

The White Knuckle Sandwich building, drawn here for a postcard for a gig at the Fez, in NYC.  And here it is in color, for a slide show from our performance at the Kitchen, Millennial Mouthful.