Musical Compositions – Page 3 – mountainbreakfast

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

Starting the Summer

Thought I’d start this summer with two pieces that are on two ends of some spectrum or another. Maybe one or the other will satisfy some longing or some need for action. Give ‘er a listen! (I know, I know, summer doesn’t start until the 21st, but we all know better).

Theme 340 – 2025

Theme 341 – 2025

A Meditative Piece: Calm The Mind

Theme 339 – 2025

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.