OK, it's time for you to guess the artist to whom this is a tribute. This is the latest mix in my ongoing album project.

Near-final mix. I think I have done too good a job emulating Mr. Glass, excluding the "rock out" section. I mean no disrespect, honestly! (I am a huge fan.)

The next version of my Philip Glass tribute (with an obvious detour into non-Glassian space). There are some glaring mixing errors in this as well as some performance issues, but I just wanted to put it out there before too much time had passed…

The very beginning of an idea for a Philip Glass tribute. If things continued along in this manner to their predictable end, Mr. Glass could very well sue me. Not to worry. I have plans to take it in a different direction. Stay tuned throughout…

Late-stage demo of a Kraftwerk tribute upon which I'm currently working. Most of the tracks are solid at this point. See the second mix to hear what 12 hours of mixing and production did to it.

A humble tribute to some German synth wizards whose work I have admired over the years.

Evan lies on his back one fine afternoon watching clouds.

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…

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

Elle may be an angel, but she ain't a happy one.

Evan tries his hand at horseback riding. The steed gets away from him at one point and runs until it is exhausted.

The urbanized flip-side of "a friendly pint." Elle and Evan have very different friends, and hang out in very different places.

Evan drinks with a few friends.

Schoenberg might wonder where the other three notes went.

It seems Elle has finally gotten to Evan. It's too bad, really, but it's a fun use of a SCI SixTrak.

If sixteen bonobos sat at sixteen grand pianos and could only play one note each and each knew how to divide the measure into a differing discrete division of time, might it sound a little like this piece? Probably not, but it was fun to ponder.

Brought to you by the prime number section of Sagan's novel Contact and by the letters S and T.

Sorry, it's not a RHCP cover. It's not a typo, either.

What? Another Star Trek reference? Damn, you caught me.