Improvised/recorded on 11-12-11 in Alpharetta GA, mixed/edited on 11-13-11 in Summertown, TN.

When the bombing ends and all that's left is sand and bones and charred remains, what will you think then? Will you call it a win? Or will you lay down and die with all the rest? Its not too late to stop, call this death march to a halt. I promise…

This is a remix of an improvised track I did for our first RPM album. For this new mix, I got rid of the vocals & added a most excellent electric guitar part by our good friend, Chris Mitchell. He listened to the track just once and proceeded…

At one point, I had a version recorded with much better guitar -- at least I thought I did -- but I can't find it now... Another one of those tunes that kept growing after the demo was laid down, this song now has twice as many verses as you…

A "remix" I did a while back that got lost in the shuffle. The original was for our 2010 RPM album "Onion Bell" and can be found here: http://alonetone.com/cavestreet/playlists/onion-bell

Here's another little something that I somehow got sidetracked on posting.... Thanks for the jams Norm! One of these days I'll bounce something fresh your way....

Inspired by a line in one of the many books I read while laid up with a recent back injury. Song of The Raven Queen -- As The Fool set sail in an old milk pail To fetch the Moon's reflection The Mountains stood as of course they should…

An as yet unused demo from RPM 2012... This was the last song I wrote in Feb 2012 & feel like it is a companion piece to the opening song, "You, Miles Away" -- a perfect little bookend, actually. Where the Path Leaves the Road -- I…

This was the first track I wrote during the RPM sessions for 2012. It's one of those RPM "demos" that I took down about three months ago with the intention of re-recording it. I haven't done anything in all that time, and I figured this can…

My friend Otis Maly on the bass guitar and keys. Another RPM 2012 demo that was laid down before the focus shifted completely to improvisational sound-fields. On High -- Why oh why must we wait? Why should we hesitate? Turn your…