Samuel A. Johnson – Page 3 – mountainbreakfast

Still getting quite a few listens, so here’s another set of ten vocals, in alphabetical order.

The Day America Would Fall – 2025

Do Not Ask – 1972 – Probably my second song ever.

Dumb and Dumber- 2021

Everything About It – 2024

Falling in Love – 1999

Geology Song, Annotated – 1999

Great Men and Me – 2021

Homesick Blues – 1985

Captain Horsey – 1995

How to Live – 2024

In Response to a Diminishing Number of Requests…

I am making it east to find my vocal pieces, which otherwise are scattered all over the blog. I am uploading them in alphabetical order, ten at a time.

All Of the Pain Is Over Now – 1974

American Lament -2004

The Ballad of Billy – 1999

Autobiography – 2023

Collette – 1999

Communion Song – 1990

County Fair -1990

Cricket Lullaby – 2012

CSS Alma Mater -2012

Curl Up and Die – 2012

Three More Musical Bits! Enjoy!

Theme 338 – 2025

Theme 4 – Spring Waltz

Theme 33.2 – 2013

And I have a couple new ones I’m working on. Just you wait!

Three Old Favorites

Hope you enjoy these.

Theme 132 – 2020

Theme 137 – 2020

Theme 46 – Chasing Lizards 2017

Theme 347, finally

Have some fun with this one.

Theme 347 – 2025

How About This?

Here’s an old one I call, “Convergence” (you’ll see why), and two newer ones. Enjoy!

Theme 30 – 2012 – Convergence

Theme 132 – 2020

Theme 345 – 2025

Another New One

Hope you like this!

Theme 346 – 2025

And a couple older ones.

Theme 11 – 2009

Theme 100 – 2020

Short but Sweet

A new piece of music while I spent precious time with my grandson, visiting from a place far, far away.

Theme 342 – 2025

An elegy for the countless lives Trump has ruined. Tragic times.

Theme 164 – 2021

Songs and Stuff

This photo was taken by my grandfather in about 1950 with his trusty Kodak. Oh, how I loved those chaps, and how much easier it was to ride a fence rail than a horse.

And, as always, a couple songs from long ago.

Hope – 1985

Poor Miserable Shit – 1999

Well, many years ago, before computers and the internet, I wrote a short story about a man who carried an enormous length of garden hose up a mountain with the goal of starting a siphon to run water from a lake to his cabin below. His only friend, a water attorney (?!?!), warned him that stealing water could get him in a lot of trouble. But, undeterred by this cautionary advice, he proceeded to climb to the lake and start the siphon. Meanwhile, his friend cooked breakfast in the cabin below. By the time the hose was hooked up, his friend had set fire to the kitchen and lost control of his wits. Just when it looked like the cabin would be burned to ashes, the hose began blasting water, and he was able to save the house. This was the first of several short-short stories in a series that I called Mountain Breakfast, in which each tale involved cooking or eating breakfast in the wild. It was all about humans, all about nature, and all about human nature. I’m still at it, still hiking and thinking and writing tales, although they’re longer now, and not about eating breakfast.