Well, here we go then... **** **Cobwebs - A A J Russe** Yeah you know what it is that I want Oh you knew, didn't you, before I did? How many times did you wonder whether I would dare? Oh never mind... Take off your underwear Over…

I wrote this thing in 1994. When I played it to some friends back then they went "yeah, but where's the rest of it?" I've been struggling with that concept ever since. Then, a while ago, a couple of kindly souls removed that worry from me…

Here we go. This one started out one morning several weeks ago when the sun was still shining... If it's as wet and dark as it is here, just close your eyes, I'm sure you can imagine it if you try hard enough... Lollies, chips, and beer…

I've posted this "Naked" version because Mrs Russe wanted me to... :-) It wasn't "finished" in my mind - there was a certain amount of "orchestration" to come. But I ended up liking the starkness of this version. The original intention…

Here we go, a tender little rocker from the broom-cupboard... A tale of regrets and wotnots. For/to RL **** **Tiffany's Estate - A A J Russe** I wish I still had my position there A steady job on Tiffany's estate Each and every…

REALTORS AT THE BUFFET.

A rhythm track, slowed & slurred, run through multiple overdrive units, compressed, then multiplied, pitch shifted & mixed back into itself, and overlain with a text-to-speech reading of a cut-up made from a complaint about a "Saturday…

A couple snippets of Marshall Applewhite of Heaven's Gate mass suicide fame, run through effects with a massively effected and slowed bass line.

Noisy backing tracks under random Dutch words.