Author: Samuel A. Johnson

The first one can’t decide whether to be sweet or silly. That guitar wants to have its way. But the second one is just pure sweet. See what you think.

Here’s a lullaby I wrote for Mimi when she was 90 years old and recovering from a fall.

And here is a piece I wrote at Dominican College in 1970 when a classical trio came to visit. I gave a terribly rough draft to them, and they actually tried to play it, bless their hearts. It’s much better this way. I call it “Rain.”

How about this?

Here is a requiem for American Democracy, suddenly interrupted by the entrance of Kamala Harris into the presidential race. See if you can hear the transition from funereal to hopeful.