Unsated by an evening of TV and beer, I saw the snow on the screen and remember that it was back ground radiation from the moment of creation pouring through the universe, I use it as a metaphor for the unsatisfying noise of modern life. After…

I found a spot beside the path on the mountain of Jazz, not very far up, but the view was pleasant, so I stayed a while and and grabbed some words from the beauty and life passing at the time.

A Psalm.

Colaboring with Bainsey, a local blundering magician. Old words from the dessert.

Wanting to clear away the debris of the arguments that keep us apart, I chose the axe and took it to the root of the problem.

Again, a little bit of me having some fun on the guitar, mostly just improv really. Another clip from Futurama thrown in for laughs.

Some improv on my digi amp.

A Cover of Izzy Stradlin's "Like A Dog," with a quick cameo from Futurama's "Bender's Big Score."