Jonathan Widran at the JW Vibe wrote a beautiful piece about the new album from Vin Downes and me. I'm so grateful that he took the time to listen deeply and I think he really got what we were after…

It was such a pleasure to produce this album for Sundad (the father-son team of John Eurell Sr. and Jr.) and I'm thrilled with the early reviews. Please check it out wherever you listen to music!

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A great first review of Randal's new album from Mainly Piano and Kathy Parsons.

“Dreaming Under the Banyan Tree is sure to take you to a place of calm and beauty and is a welcome reminder of just how…

Deep melodies in ambient space from Vin Downes (electric guitar) and yours truly.

Last summer my guitar genius friend Vin wrote this to me:
"So here’s what I’m thinking for August. I want to come up with just my electric…

A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines. – Emerson

What is change, exactly? I mean, given that time is moving right along, isn’t it impossible for anything to be the…

I’ve experienced a few time ripples in the past couple of weeks, waves of deep history coming around into the current moment in unexpected ways, and as a result, have been thinking quite a bit about the various ways I…

I started playing piano in high school around 1985 or so. I’m not sure what led me to it, but from the very beginning, I felt like sitting at a piano was an opportunity to collaborate, an opportunity to converse…

I love Hipstamatic. It’s a brilliant little app on my phone that acts like an old Polaroid camera. I take a shot, and Hipstamatic applies a bit of processing to it and puts a nice little frame around the image…

Lately I’ve been considering where I’m headed with my music-making existence, and those thoughts led me back to the beginning of my creative life.

I started my “professional” career as a theatrical lighting designer. It’s a fascinating job which takes…

Del Shannon's "Runaway" opened the door to imaginary sounds.

There must have been a well-worn spot on the dashboard of my dad’s Ford Econoline.

In the late-1970s, my antique dealer father and I wandered the back roads of Southern New…