Dedicated to the world of religions. I am an agnostic. How would I know anything of the possible gods or potential afterlives while I am in here on this earthly plane? But. I enjoy these religions: Number One. Jainism. I was surprised…

Dedicated to that surfer dude who turned me on to Roxy Music. I don't know if they let him surf at San Onofre or even if the waves were any good. And that other surfer dude who taught me how to play handball, the only sport I was ever even remotely…

Dedicated to Mike Hagen. Mike Hagen had no friends or family anywhere. I guess I was the closest thing he had to a friend. Mike was in the methadone program, and hated it. So he decided to get out of it, with my help. Friends help friends…

Dedicated to Stephen Butt Butt, my favorite person in all of Kentucky, a state which I once traveled through on a Greyhound bus in 1989. I'll never meet him, but we did talk on the phone for an hour once, and I didn't even masturbate. Also…

I used to do a solo "punk" act called Ultimately Sammy, which had lyrics like: "They wanna be pooh pooh And they wanna read Ayn Rand And they wanna strangle babies with a rubber band." I knew nothing about her books at the time, but I…

I used to be in a "punk" band called Aart Pansys, which had a song called "I Don't Wanna Be Eno's Girlfriend Anymore." Thus, this tribute. All of a morning's work.

After an extremely difficult day of emotional turmoil, I recorded 4 tracks in maybe 4 hours? Named and sequenced them this morning. These are dedicated to my Facebook friends, who have become my rock. This was the first of the four pieces I…

After an extremely difficult day of emotional turmoil, I recorded 4 tracks in maybe 4 hours? Named and sequenced them this morning. These are dedicated to my Facebook friends, who have become my rock.

After an extremely difficult day of emotional turmoil, I recorded 4 tracks in maybe 4 hours? Named and sequenced them this morning. These are dedicated to my Facebook friends, who have become my rock. I wasn't crazy about this one last night…

After an extremely difficult day of emotional turmoil, I recorded 4 tracks in maybe 4 hours? Named and sequenced them this morning. These are dedicated to my Facebook friends, who have become my rock.

I used to live in an old hunting lodge, in Tujunga, California. There was one small part of the living room, an alcove with built-in bunk beds, that my girlfriend sealed off immediately with a large screen. My brother would absolutely not sleep…

I'm the worst Buddhist in the world.

Back in the 80s, when I was performing--and a bit later, when I was recording--I always had 2 titles that I used over and over again. One was "A Piece Of Wood" and the other "12 Tiny Elephants In A Bean." This is 36 elephants because it has…

The original version of this was about a minute and a half long. Does Terry Riley have the 'beetus? I don't know. I do. Probably all of that root beer. This is my third try at this piece, and I think I'll stick with it. I overthink things.

I was thinking about how every once in a while, we'd go to Jack in the Box or A&W, and I'd get to drink a soda. My favorite was root beer; it still is, but the beetus. Anyway, this came out like Terry Riley, which is okay by me.

I used to take a lot of LSD when I was a teenager. A lot. I credit it with keeping me from becoming a full-blown sociopath. On the other hand, I was never allowed to have money when I was younger, so I always heard the ice cream truck but could…

I can no longer remember why this piece is about my 7th birthday. All I know is that my family decided not to celebrate it.

My first effort always comes out a bit directionless. My favorite part is the long, nearly silent ending.

I forgot to tell this piece's fortune first which is why it turned out like this. Four is an unlucky number anyway.

Two, seven, six, four.