through the dead branches, through the dead branches

I'm going to get all pretentious again and say this one is about the concerning strain of what I might call "religious modernist traditionalism" espoused by technological singularity fanatics (Ray Kurzweil) and authors like Neil Stephenson.

I am concerned with the values of my generation.

Original working title was something like, "And after six years I finally understood why they sing in the streets here, and could go home." It's sort of about anonymity in the modern city. If that sounds pretentious, that's because it is.

this was one of the hardest to do, the 2nd half was great, but i hated the first half and was stressing with getting it to gel. so i scrapped it completely and started over. i think it was a wise decision.

this one goes way ambient in the 2nd half, brian eno-ish, i wanted to experiment with doing a track with no drums

I literally pulled this out of my ass in a few minutes. The lyrics just poured out of me once i decided to sing about myself. Very autobiographical, also inspired by polka music. i love polka music!

electronic nutsiness made in reason and then imported into cubase, one of my favorites, incidentally

this is about a couple who are at odds with each other because of their goals, could also be viewed as a guy who wants his partner to commit suicide with him? i usually play this on guitar, but for the RPM Challenge, i wanted to do it electronically…

Lyrics: A lazy hound lying on the couch sleeping the day away The sunlight comes pushing through the curtains warming the old dog's face The savory smell from a wood burning stove holds you while you awake Brew some tea while others emerge…