Introducing Our Brother Equal/Random Willson & Brokof (Debut) 

Dear Friends of Mine of Music,  

(and All of You that have yet to hear this.) 

It's Official! 

Unveiled here in Berlin, Germany,  Friday, Sept.1, International Day of Peace, our Brother Equal LP, is, Awake, Alive and..Kickin'! 

On Thursday, Brother Equal's second track, "Slow Down" made it's way onto German Culture National Radio!  

(Just before Lou Reeds, 1969 Live recording of Femme Fatale.) 

This weekend, we continue to receive very positive online reviews (which I plan to translate from German and share with ya'll over the next few weeks.) 


Now is the time, Please pick Up Brother Equal ! 

If You have Spotify, please search Random Willson and give Brother Equal (BE) a listen. 

If you like it, please Download it and "FOLLOW" Random Willson.  

(Note: Random Willson is also followable on Apple music and BE is available on iTunes and downloadable at almost any online store.) 

We hope BE speaks a common language. That listeners, with like minds, feel Brother Equal.  That like hearts are encouraged to walk together, down some familiar path, toward some familiar place. 

Very Kindly, Greg 

PS and Just to be less confusing, we write Willson with 2 LL'S ;)

Humanity 101; Frank Murray 

Sharing time last week with so many of the fine folks Frank Murray had touched, over the course of his life, has served me a lesson for life.  

The World is a better place in having known Frank and We are All Better Human Beings. 

Thanks to Your Brothers, Pat and Brian, Sister Anne, Wife Ferga, Daughter Shannon and Sons, Emmet, Dara and Aran. 


No Doubt, Franks Kindness, Courage and Strength echoed throughout the week, in the ones He L-O-V-E-D Most.  

Thanks to Franks Fantastic Rainbow of Friends (from far and wide) and to his fellow Dubliners. I Really felt at Home. 

Humanity 101 

Frank and I literally met on the Street, at my New York City Coffee Truck (The Mudtruck) in the early part of 2000. Over the years, we’ve kept in touch and recently had the pleasure of sharing time, in Dublin. 

My last day in Dublin, was last Wednesday, January 4. 

I came out of my Hotel in Ballsbridge, with literally, no where to go. I felt heavy, but I knew I had to walk. My jacket was to bulky, my head was loaded with emotion, I was stumbling inside.  

I turned around, went back to my room, put on a lighter coat, took a deep breath and headed into town. Approaching St. Stephens Square, some of the weight (and confusion) began lifting. I felt in Good Hands. 

I spent the early evening, roaming the inner city streets, I found myself walking in circles but didn't feel frustrated. Rather, I felt a grin of confidence and followed it, I was in Good Hands. I wasn't feeling lost. 


I heard a guitar strumming an old Roberta Flack tune, Killing me Softly. Having listened to the Track the previous day, in Herbert Park, I was drawn to the entrance of The Auld Dubliner. The door was light, I was entering for a reason. In Good Hands. 

I grabbed a pint of Guinness and immediately connected with the wonderful Mick Morris. Mick proceeded to announce, his next number "Old Town" would be in honor of the late Phil Lynott, who had passed 31 years ago, to the day.  

Before Mick began, I felt my duty, approached the stand and said confidently, "and here's to Frank Murray." Mick immediately interrupted himself and re-introduced that dedication (with honor) to both Frank and Phil. We spoke briefly, our jars met (with a ring) and Mick played on. 

After the gig, Mick came and joined me. Some of Mick’s friends also attended Franks service, a day before, out in Mt.Argus. They’d shared the same feelings I had, regarding the sweet celebration of Franks Life.  

Mick and I connected seamlessly, finished up at the Auld Dubliner, packed his gear and strolled around another corner and into Mulligans, a Pub that Frank introduced me to a couple years back.  

With our common thread, I was again inspired by the integrity and knowledge of Mick, how proud and giving Dubliners are of their rich, colorful history and their Brotherhood. Brothers because of people like Frank. 

Frank really saw the World that way. 

Humanity strives because of people like Frank, who spend an entire lifetime, weaving a colorful common thread connecting Us All, Unconditionally.  

No matter where I shall Roam, Thank You Frank, 

Thanks for Your Guidance and 

For Your Good Hand in Friendship. 

In Brotherhood, 

With Gratitude,  

Love, Light and Direction, 

Greg (The MudMan)

Another Star Shining 

Thank You Ms. Sharon Jones. You Were Burnin' Desire, A Soul Star. My Sympathy and Love Go Out To Your Family, the Dap Family and Anyone else who had The Privilege of Your Lady Grace. Shine on Sharon! 


TrainWreck (The Mourning After) 

There has Been a Trainwreck.
The Conscious World has been knocked Unconscious,
The UnConscious World Remains.
The Question Will Be, What will the Conscious People Do,
When they Come Back to their Senses?



In the next 12 Hours, The Worst American Reality/Drama Series Scripted, During My LifeTime anyway, shall end. May Those Humans who've become Sidetracked, Distracted, Disgraced, or Distanced, by these Absurd Episodes, May they All return to Their True Call(s) of Duty. Let Their Politics Play No Role in Our Golden Rule. 

This Number Sums it Up for Me.
(And It Goes to 11!)


We'll be fighting in the streets                                
With our children at our feet 
And the morals that they worship will be gone 
And the men who spurred us on 
Sit in judgment of all wrong 
They decide and the shotgun sings the song 

I'll tip my hat to the new constitution 
Take a bow for the new revolution 
Smile and grin at the change all around 
Pick up my guitar and play 
Just like yesterday 
Then I'll get on my knees and pray 
We don't get fooled again 

The change, it had to come 
We knew it all along 
We were liberated from the fold, that's all 
And the world looks just the same 
And history ain't changed 
'Cause the banners, they are flown in the next war I'll tip my hat to the new constitution 
Take a bow for the new revolution 
Smile and grin at the change all around 
Pick up my guitar and play 
Just like yesterday 
Then I'll get on my knees and pray 
We don't get fooled again 
No, no 


I'll move myself and my family aside   
If we happen to be left half alive   
I'll get all my papers and smile at the sky   
Though I know that the hypnotized never lie   
Do ya?   

There's nothing in the streets   
Looks any different to me   
And the slogans are replaced, by-the-bye   
And the parting on the left   
Are now parting on the right   
And the beards have all grown longer overnight   

I'll tip my hat to the new constitution   
Take a bow for the new revolution   
Smile and grin at the change all around   
Pick up my guitar and play   
Just like yesterday   
Then I'll get on my knees and pray   
We don't get fooled again   
Don't get fooled again   
No, no   


Meet the new boss   
Same as the old boss   

-Peter Dennis Branford Townshend (Circa 1971)