fed a poem to Udio and this weirdness came out.

its been an awfully long time... but I gave it a shot for sound-in

tis in the title.

With school turning out more runners, jumpers, racers, tinkerers, grabbers, snatchers, fliers, and swimmers instead of examiners, critics, knowers, and imaginative creators, the word 'intellectual,' of course, became the swear word it deserved…

It was a bright cold day in May, and the clocks were striking thirteen. - adapted from 1984 by George Orwell

loyalty is a one way street between criminals

they were last looking for it where the change goes between the car cushions...

keep your covid away from me, baby!

um

your brain in pattern matching mode

I really wanted to see Montana...

messed up

sorry, bad day

another lonely place in the universe is sucked into a black hole only to dissipate as Hawking radiation at the end of time.

as found

melodyne applied

at the piano before practice at Our Lady of Grace cut up and sequenced forward and backwards.

a mash of James Bailey,Jim Goodin, Benjamin Smith and Paul Mimlitsch with a few effects added for texture. see www.soundin.org for the originals

quasi jazz

peace in ice