To get ready for every baseball season, my father used to pitch tennis balls to me in the backyard. He had invented a pitch that defied the laws of physics. To this day, I have no idea how he threw it. The damn thing would spin like crazy like…

"There are still some tribes that will forever hold You give a picture of your eyes, you give away your soul."

Another old song that got a little country twang when it became obvious that the horn section wouldn't be showing up on my doorstep any time soon. "You fools don't know what's going on inside her head"

Just my humble attempt to cover Sam's beautiful song... ...with a little theft from U2.

Gothic-Doom metal from Russia, all the tracks in this album are instrumental.

Gothic-Doom metal from Russia, all the tracks in this album are instrumental.

We all live on one planet, and on this planet we ARE the indigenous peoples. The rest is just intellectual self petting if you know what I mean. When I'm feeling frustrated with the human race, I return to the roots. I read once in a novel on…

the highway is so close now, /the night sounds like a projector/ even the racoons fled / so close to my heart/ it plays tricks on my sight/ industrial slugs over rotting logs/ pour condominiums/like maple syrup/ pleasing corporate hounds/ who…

red cowboy and hot burrito were recordings done for a friend of mine who wanted to check out his new (old) drum machine. Both drum parts are constructed from prerecorded beats (from presets or previous owner, I don't know) and have 4-5 bass tracks…