I was enjoying a lazy summer day when I noticed a buddy had posted on his Facebook that a band had pulled out of his bands show at Ozzy’s, and they needed a band last minute to fill the gap. I immediately thought of our teacher band the ‘No Principals’. We had come together a couple of times to play sets full of rock classics. Unfortunately Mike and I were the only ones available to play the gig. I thought that was the end of it, but then I remembered that Mike had played i

There are some songs of mine that fall under the category of 'songs I've written for and/or about certain people that said people have never heard.' This one also follows suit. I was made aware of this story by a colleague and by the time she finished relaying it to me I was in tears. I thought to myself how cold and heartless could one human being be? It's not until recently I've begun to wonder about the protagonist's state of mind and question his mental health. The story

In 1994 I moved from Winnipeg to Vancouver. I was already a raving alcoholic and in the throes of addiction. Moving to Van where everything was far mor accessible and being a port city significantly cheaper probably wasn't the wisest decision however....... I wasn't in the 'Couve long before landing the role of bass player in Snake Oil, an original band whose music would best be described as a cross between Van Halen and Guns n Roses. It should be noted they were a hair metal

I wrote this one around the turn of the century. I was playing around town a lot at night while working days at Statistics Canada. During this time I met several girls named Georgia. I recall thinking to myself " wow, that's a popular name". Unbeknownst to me I was meeting the same girl over and over again. I met her through two different and quite varied groups of friends and then finally at a staff meeting at Statistics Canada whereupon she exclaimed to me and anyone within