July 4th Thumbjam improv

Text-to-Midi ambient sleep track.

Believe me I can fly. I'm sorry if you can't. Tu es un peu confus... Maybe you trusted in wrong choices In the sky are only clouds... no more. In the heart of the bird hay paz Believe me I'm free. I m sorry if you won…

I will let me be blue and down over the ground This feeling in my heart bring a change over the ground. When night is the morning I look for a reason to open my eyes The sun always falling I look for a reason to close my eyes I will…

Improvised Silence

This is the 9.Song from the 1.Album from SUB OUT RIPPER Collection 2.0.

Here I attempt to articulate a few distinct feelings of the home, or the affect of cultivating one's own space, or not. Instrumentation: house keys, pots and pans, long bamboo flute, synth, drum programming, voice(s), and didgeridoo (a real…

Who says that I define you? Who says I should label you? Who says I should shelter you? Who says i should restrict you? Who says I should limit you? Who says i should hold back you? There is no user guide. There is no yellow brick road. There…

With Mark *"Sweet Lips"* Imsdahl on Harmonica. This is a story about my friend with impure thoughts of stealing Lilly Pads for his carp pond in the back yard. I guess it all started, Out in the dark I was stealing lily pads, From the local…