A creepy/gloomy with a bit of a stab at electronica and a slightly more aggressive stab at techno in the center. That mood seemed to fit the poetry. Falling Autumn leaves sound like this in my head. CAN'T RESET The many poems I’ve…

Psych Folk. I earned my PTSD. Growing up traveling about America, I met bad babysitters, bad cops, bad ministers. Early on as a runaway I learned to not hitchhike but to rather move in the shadows alone. Etc. Starry Nightmoth on KBs. SO MANY…

OK, so it’s a creepish song about Death, but how about my happening bass lines? This Psych Folk funeral dirge features Starry Nightmoth on KBs. LOOK Look in the mirror See me standing there Look out the window See me everywhere…

Not an overall bad recording, and I’m quite pleased with the lyrics of this Psychedelic Folk tune. FUTURE BOUND Should I take the left or should I pass it by zoom? Lost my faith in maps, so how will I decide zoom? Spirits crying to be…

Political Folk tune featuring Starry Nightmoth on baby grand piano, pan flute, KB “strings” and intro voice. About the blatant environmental destruction humans are committing against Mother Nature/Earth. Curse of Eden Why did you heed the…

I’m very pleased with how the lead guitar break came out on this Political Folk song. The rocket being launched at the song’s intro is Apollo 11, carrying Neil Armstrong and company to Luna. GOING TO TAKE A LOT I’ve been watching for some…

A fun little Blues jam. The BG rhythm/drums were generated with the Yamaha E313 KB. All other noises are my fault. FIND YOUR WAY You’re crying on my doorstep Say you want to come inside You’re lying through your teardrop No one gets…

One of my better Psych Folk recordings. Intro voice and keyboards by Starry Nightmoth. BG rhythm/drums generated using a Yamaha E313 KB. Lyrics, music and all other instruments and vocals are my fault. BEHOLD THE BREAD (Unleavened) All of…

This is a song I wrote this week, trying to capture that strange emotion you sometimes feel during times of great milestones in your life - good things happening, changes, moving on. Joy and melancholy all at the same time. Everyone feels it…

Played on an Overton low F whistle