I put up a wren house in the trees and garden where I was living and surprisingly a house wren moved in. Every day he sang his song in a repeating pattern ... a natural loop. I held a mic out the window one morning and taped his beautiful repetitive…

A song I put together with my uke ... for someone I love.

billy boy where did you go sittin in a pile of snow come on down its gettin cold for the time is getting old well we made our way to the old wigwam frozen lake and wind was calm standing bow did strike a deer to feed the tribe…

billy boy where did you go sittin in a pile of snow come on down its gettin cold for the time is getting old well we made our way to the old wigwam frozen lake and wind was calm standing bow did strike a deer to feed the tribe…

A song I put together with my uke ... for someone I love.

A song I put together with my uke ... for someone I love.

I bought myself a bass, and was unhappy with the amount of hum it generated....so I decided to hide it under buckets of distortion in this pre-punk throwback.

A song I put together with my uke ... for someone I love.

A song I put together with my uke ... for someone I love.

I bought myself a bass, and was unhappy with the amount of hum it generated....so I decided to hide it under buckets of distortion in this pre-punk throwback.