from the album "Fair Game" Turn around that's not an order be kind to strangers this seems right but what do I know i'm neither here nor there i'm not a captain or a major and I can not be told what is worth more to me this conversation…

from the album "Fair Game" before you try pause a moment think about nothing clear your mind it's not a game anymore before you try this might be the last time before you leave down the road winding further away

from the album "Fair Game" Take back these words the pretty ones are clear this jesus souvenir the game is on the quiet ones are afraid vocalizing their pain regretting nothing this part should be louder the gasoline is overflowing…

from the album "Fair Game" Everyone is fair game that is what they say but no one gets it right everyone remember this wrong but we'll go ahead and take a shot without any idea or sense of direction everyone is fair game that is what…

from the album "Fair Game" The beach was cold the water colder around the air around the clouds around the bend another lost afternoon floating on sand nobody cares but that's ok

from the album "Fair Game" Fall ahead this mountain road and further down the air explodes before you leave turn around behind you now this is where we all reside beneath another landslide

One melody line from each section of this piece uses hand-drawn waveforms based around triangles, squares, hexagons, and octagons.

This track features the voice talents of my two sons, one of whom is rather reluctant to embrace the idea of the bathroom as a vocal both.

Ah, overbearingly loud rhythm section is getting their groove on during rehearsal . . . the bane of all self-respecting FM synthesists (well, synthesists in general . . . nay, all self-respecting keyboardists I say!). The solution? Play in the…

I believe microbes may have caused me to write this one.