Often there is something inside a person that's looking for a way out. It tends to keep one up at night. It will jump into a conversation with someone else only it stays silent. The way out for me was songwriting. "Can I get my thoughts across in only a line or two at a time?" You be the judge. Enjoy.
(These songs are written solely by Tim Larson and fully produced in London, England through Songful.)
A FEW WEEKS BEHIND ON SLEEP Click here to listen to A Few Weeks Behind on Sleep on SouncCloud
(Inspired by a conversation with Emily Pitney, wife of country music artist Mo Pitney, just before thier show at Puckett's BBQ in Franklin, Tennessee. She mentioned they had spent the night in the hospital emergency room after their daughter swallowed a coin.)
DON'T LET EVEN ONE FADE Click here to listen to Don't Let Even One Fade on SoundCloud
(I've always been a stickler for jotting down notes in order to stay on track and keep my promises regardless how large or small.)
THE GRAY IN THE ROOM Click here to listen to The Gray In The Room on SoundCloud
(Inspired by the Randy Travis 2024 project using Ai to allow him to sing again. The studio was filled with his family, fellow artists, producers and longtime musicians. James Dupre' laid down the voice track for the song "Where That Came From." Experience and the latest technology made this a reality.)
SHE'S EITHER SEWIN' OR MOWIN' Click here to listen to She's Either Sewin' Or Mowin' on SoundCloud
(A tribute to Tim's mother Linda Dingus 1933-2025)
BEYOND THESE GATES Click here to listen to Beyond These Gates on SoundCloud
(A tribute to Tim's father Harold Dingus 1932-2024)
GETTIN' HOOKED ON HAYWARD Clink here to listen to Gettin' Hooked On Hayward on SoundCloud
(The memories easily stacked up from the fishing trips with those I had met in high school. The idea that forty years later I still occasionally join a dozen friends on the same property near Hayward, Wisconsin.)
FOR NO PARTICULAR REASON Click here to listen to For No Particular Reason on SoundCloud
(Chad Endsley is a regular beside me at the counter inside the Potato Shak diner. An impromptu invitation to a Chicago Blackhawks hockey game landed in my lap. Without notice, a stop at a five star restaurant replaced a planned brat and beer. Thirteen appetizers later we saw the puck drop.)
