New album coming this month.

After a year of hard work at The Mohawk Studio and my home studio, ”Reflections” is ready to hit the streets. The album is an eclectic mix of genres, reflecting my many moods (and there are plenty of those), events near my home on Lake Erie, and world events. Here is what you can expect:

“Bloody Fingertips” creates a lyrical picture of those who have given up hope in this world and are hanging onto life by their fingertips

“Forgive But Not Forget” evolved through my yoga practice. A family member uttered harsh and cruel remarks about me and my family. I am learning to forgive…but I will never forget…”the damage has been done”.

There has been much sadness in my life and this is reflected in the song ”Frozen”…that cold feeling that permeates your soul when someone you love chooses another.

“I Rue the Day” takes a ball bat to a former spouse, having a little fun with the words ”rue” and ”ruin”.

The world is again on the brink of a world war, with Russia’s invasion of Ukraine threatening to ignite the fuse. “Knocks the Raven” demonizes Putin as he inflicts misery and death upon those people.

I found out that one of my childhood sweethearts was brutally murdered in a jewelry store. “Looking for Mary Lou” is for her.

I am constantly wrestling with the aging process, watching the years swiftly pass by as my life is now being reflected through an ” Old Man’s Eyes”.

I suffer from PTSD, having served 20 years in the military in some very nasty places. I have an explosive temper that reveals a hidden demon inside me. “Screamin’ at the Demon” is written for that second personality that sometimes escapes to wreak havoc on those around me.

I wrote ” Sea of Sadness” as I watched many around me succumb to the ravages of COVID complications.

Our emotions we share with lovers in the night change as darkness slowly recedes and sunlight once again reveals the colors in our lover’s eyes. It is a magic time ”Til Color Comes Around”.

I wrote ”Time Standing Still” with my son, Max Davenport, during a father-son expedition to Yosemite National Park.

Several years ago, my wife, Diana, and I flew down to our condo in Clearwater Beach near Tampa to get out of the cold for a few days. I awoke the first morning to a temperature of 31 degrees. We went out and purchased winter slippers and I wrote ”Song of the Sea”.