experimenting with stuff.

Trapped, Suffocating Inside A Snowglobe. Written in 2007 after a particularly brutal winter. (Spring was taking its precious time manifesting.) It kind of expanded from there, taking on a new meaning, as the lyrics perculated.

This song was written to celebrate freedom, actually, (the Russian at the end is one of the dudes from Freesound.com saying "sound should be free!") after a decade when I wasn't. Props to Shreya, who apparently is like me and will just not go…

it is zajjy and offbeat. it is almost a tao of tonality. it is dizzy. it is not gillespie. do not follow its path too closely. it knows not its destination. generative music.

Complete crap. I had ten minutes to quickly record a track to meet the album in a day challenge. =)

Jane Doe recollects the night before, as fractured thoughts loop on the damaged neurological hardware.