my final track

A hint of mystery.

this is literally an audio sample of me eating a crunchy hor'd'ourves. Synthed to divine irrecognizability..it has become a song. about chewing with your mouth open.

Not so short, but cheesy

New microphone! New guitar strings! New head cold! New cover!

stuck in this brief eternal moment a looped film almost noticeable against a quick, slicing glare on a window reenacting the preserved outline of a robot’s unnecessary duty proficient mechanized work whore

old, but nice!

This is the wish of every traveling musician who has a loved one at home.

god bless alonetone

outside a car door slammed no engine followed or preceded how long has the machine sat idle? how long till its metal parts the air? a madman in the neighborhood or a neighbor in my madman mind? only streetlights know for sure the haunted…