Melissa...my Northern Lights daughter.
No...carrots, not carats!
Daughters Stephanie and Michelle
Lance II, Paulina and new born son, Lance III
Daughter Sarah graduating as a paramedic.
A downtown Anchorage free living beauty.
Lance T. Morrison III is here! My grandson!
Putting the V in Vegetarian....
My daughter's new companion--Georgie. She is actually in charge, so I call her 'G-Dog.'
My CD is a humble offering that should get you to smile and tap your foot.
Some guitars just feel right--like a cold peach on a hot day.
You always hear how many were sold. Sure, but how many were eaten? If these were, i.e. quarter pounders, one could estimate that this equates to over 8.25 million cows! (to say nothing of chickens)
Dogs aim to please. People aim as they please. We have a lot to learn from 'Mac.'
There is nothing like playing a Flying VEgan...
Blasting out 'Pasture Prime' with my avid sound technician Machiavelli. He may be tired of it all...is he yawning?
You are what you eat--I'd rather not be a pig's behind...
I keep all of the guitars I buy because I don't want to become a 'return a Fender.'
This was taken during the recording of 'Mad Cow.' I had a T-Bone stake in that song....
Pinecrest, California
The postmark for many of my dreams.
Those 80's were awesome (now that they are gone). L-to-R are Dennis Frese, Lance, Alvin Payne, Sid Rice, and Dennis Alstrand. 'United Sound Corporation' played R&B. Yes that meant Brick House, and (ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!) Celebration.
Vegans call this 'Tucan play.'
Sorry, neighbor!
Lance's rock music roots circa 1969 (center, straddling posts) with 'Trans Siberian Railroad.' Of course we played Led Zepplin!
My last day as a Police Captain in Newark, CA. I arrived for work to find the entire department standing ready for inspection and farewell. These are quality people--the best in blue.
If animals aren't self-aware, then where does this vanity come from? :) My daughter Sarah cares for this fella, and sometimes he borrows her make-up mirror!
The City of Newark's own employee band--YOWZA!--playing Horace Silver's 'Song For My Father.' This gives Lance an excuse to pull out the flugelhorn, while the Mayor of Newark, Dave Smith, pushes him from one comfort zone to the next.
Is this far off from the real thing?
This is what happens whenever I play Hendrix on the trumpet!
When you think about it for even a moment, we aren't the least bit in charge.
Emmie ponders, " If they eat chicken wings, isn't there a good chance I am next?" ( Song: 'Kitty Litter' all copyrights apply)
