Evan lies on his back one fine afternoon watching clouds.

Acoustic guitar, woodwinds, and junk percussion samples.

Listen carefully. It really isn't the same pattern over and over and over. Seriously. Gear: MT-32, junk percussion samples.

Mostly Monotron (yep, that little thing I'm holding up in front of my face). Vocal, clarinet, soprano recorder, and acoustic guitar. The percussion is also Monotron. I decided to make this a tribute to the late, great Mick Karn after realizing…

Perhaps inspired by a misremembered line of T.S. Eliot? I thought the line was, "I have measured out time in teaspoonfuls." The proper line is "I have measured out my life in coffee spoons." Oh well. I like my bungled line better.

drone (noun) plural: drones 1. a low continuous humming sound. a monotonous speech. a continuous musical note, typically of low pitch. a musical instrument sounding a continuous note. 2. a male bee in a colony of social bees. a person…

Executed entirely upon the Roland JX-3P if I recall correctly. The title refers to the three interwoven harmonic lines.

Poor Mxyzptlk! Never pulled one over on Superman for long.

Ray Bans typify 80s cool. Am I too old? Son says, "Dad, those fail!"

The forecast looks good: Some say rain is on the way. Skiers pray for snow!