When I was young I tiptoed the garden And then I salted all that I could see The summer sun it seemed a yoke upon me But no so much for the open-hearted leaves August came around while I was sleeping September grasses bent under my feet…

There was a man from Galilee With hands that cared for everything They took his plow and beat it into swords I have a dad I never see And children here in front of me We’re going where the apples taste like flowers I wouldn’t…

EMPTINESS It seems to be very difficult for people to be critical of the culture in which they are enmeshed within. There are all sorts of mechanisms that dominant cultures use to further socialize and entrench us: patriotism /// nationalism…

probably the most 'full band' thing i've ever done

a tribue to one of my favorite melodies. do you know it?

saturdays are for techno

exploring the kinotone ribbons tonight. it is a pedal that emulates magnetic tape and all it's imperfections. here i start what a clean arpeggio and engage ribbons around 20s. throughout, we explore degradation, harmony and rhythm as the loops…