Music


So, I also play guitar and sing.  I’m in a band called Buffalo Jones, and I do my own solo stuff as well.  I like to make all different kinds of music - from old-school rock to contemporary pop to outlaw country to electronic and ambient music.  I play shows all over the Pacific Northwest.  I have songs and albums for sale.  You can download/buy some of them here.  Chances are, if you like my writing you’ll probably dig the music, too.  

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