Roll with the punches my friend.

Midnight Blue is a representation of the sorrowful sound the soul makes when love lies broken and shattered in the heart of the abandoned. How fragile and delicate that connection is. How painful the realization hits home that maybe it was just never meant to be.

This is a lounge trio of light jazz players (all me). A player on a grand piano, a player on a synth and a bass player on a standup bass. This number is meant to convey the culture, atmosphere and mood of a quiet, late-night stroll through city streets on the way to everybody's favorite nightclub for a nightcap.

For my Love.

A Child's Wonder is a long cherished memory brought back to life in sound. I guess I've been a bit of an oddball all my life. Even as a young child I wasn't like the other kids on the block. I noticed things. Things they were oblivious to. I was fascinated and intrigued by the plethora of sounds all around as I roamed around outside playing. I have distinct memories of sitting by the anthill watching the ants go about their curious tasks of life as though they had thoughtful purpose and intent. I loved to lay on the grass on warm autumn days and listen to all the various sounds the town made as I watched the clouds drift past. The rustling of the leaves. A passing car and a barking dog. The echoing sounds of the school playground always filled me with a sense of timeless foreboding, almost as if the children were crying out at being imprisoned there against their will when all they wanted to do was be free to run and play. And the baleful cries of the train horns as they passed through town taking all those unknown people on their way to who knows where. The musical passages included here have always been there in the back of my mind all these years as if spawned by those childhood experiences. There is a sadness in the almost weeping sounds of the voices. I will never forget the role my mother played in encouraging and appreciating my seemingly unnatural curiosity in such things. I guess the child within never left. And is always alive inside, in memories.

This is a re-creation of a song written and recorded by Blue Sky in 1973. Three of the original five members, of which I was one, joined up to re-create this recording and bring this great old tune back to life in 2018. Jimi Herron did all the guitar work here, perfectly matching the guitar parts originally recorded by Mike Williams RIP. Larry Darone sang the lead vocals and I did all the rest.

A cute little number about a little number that's not so cute. :) A fun little rockabilly romp, featuring finger-picked electric guitar.

An instrumental inspired by a chance meeting one day that became a cherished friendship.

There was a brief news feature in the early 2000's about a man who had his whole world crushed to death by an accusation about sexual misconduct that turned out to be a lie. He never recovered. It left an impression on me that coalesced into this song. I re-recorded the song in my humble little home studio. Oh, but I really enjoy creating and playing hard rock numbers. Pure power. :) I think my love and appreciation for the seventies rock band Uriah Heep shows through here.
Rog..

A composition I originally composed in the 1990's and then re-recorded more recently. A thought provoking and mysteriously haunting adventure into Ambient music and sound. A sequence of descending adjacent major chords, alternatively colored with major and dominant 7th's, repeated over and over reflecting the endlessly cyclic form of nature and built upon with over-laid, expanding, chromatic melodies and instrumentation. All embedded in the emotionally provoking sounds of the seashore combined with the timelessness of the beautiful and elegant sound of the harp, organ and human like voices singing.
Rog..

It's Only A World turns the repetitive sameness of everyday life's routine into a toe-tapping, reggae/rock groove that will make you relate and bring a smile.

This is a long poem (prose) composed by my friend Cindy LaFromboise Nestor. She asked me to set it to music. The finished product is a detailed story in sound that takes the listener through a series of street-level experiences and musical interludes that portray the emotion in the story Cindy penned.

Try Try drives home the message that only by trying hard and giving it your best shot will success, at virtually anything, be achieved. A message all children should be raised with.

Love And Music is an attempt to distill the often unavoidable, albeit dichotomous flow of life's motions into a stark musical contrast by combining the radically dissimilar styles of the harshness and drive of punk rock and gentle, cerebral, floating of the jazz feel. A seemingly impossible notion to some perhaps. Nevertheless, there it is. With the fortuitous application of a few extra neurons, one might be tempted to ride along on this quirky exercise of mental masturbation. Alas, notwithstanding the goal of achieving a state of serotonin bliss, one must eventually acquiesce to the sound of the alarm clock and wake up to do it all again and again.

As usual, all things you hear in this recording are brought to you by Roger Nick. Just Rog..

I came up with this little number in late 1976. I was, at the time, reforming with a popular group I had been touring the country and performing with for years. In my spare time during those long road trips my passion was reading science books and science fiction novels. I was fascinated by Cosmology and this eclectic music just popped out of me one day. It's in the key of B Phrygian mode that gives it that odd feel of a minor key with a flatted second and diminished five chord. I showed my bandmates how to play the various parts and the song was well received across the country. It never failed to bring folks to the dance floor. Oh and just in case you didn't know, Phobos is one of the two moons of Mars. I recently recreated this old composition of mine in this re-recording in my humble little home studio playing all the parts myself. I'd like to thank Blue Sky for helping to bring this song to life back in the day.
Rog..