Who will break this ice sleepwalking through the pines Said I won’t tell you twice 100 million times You can’t pay the price We’ll never get the bill You don’t need to atone And though it’s such a thrill To heave the first stone…

Subtle change of gray light Heart breaks in sync with the sky As it cries over open fields and tall stands of pines, their delight No weight to the world they rejoice Heavy lids, can't sleep Head like a hornet nest, a buzz with bees…

I saw jack-in-the-pulpit and I knew I belonged And I felt every sermon and I held every song O The trees creaked and shifted as they turned and dropped their leaves And I pulled an empty bottle and I held it to the breeze. Oh this one life…

it's fuzz and it's delay but it's more folk + 90s alt rock

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…

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…

Beat Your Ass Like You're Talking Bout A Little Kid

Changed the approach a bit today: intended to blend a melodic line a third apart, but ughhhh. So, here's an improvised ebow line, copied then reversed, with some harmonics added. Still not satisfied with results, but am happy to have made three…

so much depends on a little red wheelbarrow glazed with rainwater beside the white chickens these days a man dies you can't leave him be gotta get his body offa your property mm-hmm so much depends on a red wheelbarrow glazed with rainwater…