I believe microbes may have caused me to write this one.

Ah, overbearingly loud rhythm section is getting their groove on during rehearsal . . . the bane of all self-respecting FM synthesists (well, synthesists in general . . . nay, all self-respecting keyboardists I say!). The solution? Play in the…

This track features the voice talents of my two sons, one of whom is rather reluctant to embrace the idea of the bathroom as a vocal both.

One melody line from each section of this piece uses hand-drawn waveforms based around triangles, squares, hexagons, and octagons.

OK, perhaps if you listen to this track repeatedly you will arrive at some insight as to why I placed it first. I certainly don't know. The lyrics are obviously about relationships or deep sea fishing off the coast of Antarctica, whichever…

Well, it's about Eden. Almost.

Fans of Holy Grail already know where I nicked this title and do not require this hint. Those who do not appreciate Python probably don't know and will never bother to look for it. Why then did I type this comment? I don't know that! Aaaaaaargh!

This song is about a REAL homeless man who used to stand out in front of the local Safeway asking for change. Once I saw him inside the store sipping a grande Starbucks and he pretended he was not the same man I had seen out front for months…

This is my absolute best boy-Enya impression. Sorry I couldn't do better.

Dedicated to Mr. Lynch. No, not David Lynch the filmmaker. No, not Dave Lynch the Sacramento fusion guitarist, either. I mean that other Mr. Lynch--the one who wrote that fine tune "Celestial Soda Pop." Thanks, Ray. :)

I love this song's enigmatic title. I shall give you a hint: the two beings mentioned in the title are the same species. I shan't say more (unless you ask nicely).

My first foray into tropicals happened about this time. I was keeping neon tetras. Unfortunately I could not keep them for very long. Now (2013) I have a tank full of long-finned zebra-striped danios; they keep much better. The danios are…

When I wrote this my girlfriend at the time had two shelter rescue cats who happened to be kittens at the time.

There is more than one sort of flush, you know.

Now here, boys and girls, is the reason why I am not a hip-hop artist.

This track needed some drums. Nothing from my usual percussion sound palette fit. Nothing from my sample library worked in the all-acoustic world I had created. I labored over it for days. I scratched my head. I pondered. I worried. It…