A song about wintertide depression and longing for spring.

Here is Evan yet again at the business of relaxation, this time in a forested setting.

I had envisioned the title referring to a suicide; however I suppose it could be anything attempted without success. In case you've not sussed it out yet, our friend Elle is not a happy camper. Some day I'll get around to noting all of the…

Evan lies on his back one fine afternoon watching clouds.

This is what happened when my cat started napping on the master keyboard controller while record was engaged. My cat played every note--seriously. I edited things a bit, but I'm only her arranger. ;)

This starfish, a couple urchins, and some tiny crabs step into this pool. The starfish says to the urchins . . . (Nyuk nyuk nyuk.)

I had something to say about this track, but I can't remember what it was. Never mind. ;) Mostly executed upon the Roland JX-3P, if I recall rightly. Drums, choir pad, and piano courtesy of the Yamaha CS1x.

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.

All Korg M1, I think.

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…