walter had just turned 71. He had made his fortune through his robot factory. His favorite had been the one created that he called Bobby. He was one of a kind. 'Bobby, be a friend and make an old man happy. My eyes are growing dim. Take me to…

The darkness was all encoumpassing in the west fork of Oak Creek Canyon. The party cougar visited us that first night. He drank all of our whiskey and stole all of our women. The party cougar cares only about himself.

I watched as she walked back across the border. There was no one waiting to question her. she turned back to look at me from the other side of the fence. I couldn't decide which side of the wall I was on. Goodbye my Penelope.

I could not turn off certain synthesizers while I was programing this one, so I kept it as it was. Desperate sounding, I thought.

I could not turn off certain synthesizers while I was programing this one, so I kept it as it was. Desperate sounding, I thought.

Minor 7ths and synthesizer saxophones.

The first track begun, the last one finished. My attempto write a techno-middle eastern fugue!

I believe the recording in the background is from a spy station. The other is a Spanish sonnet.

The moodiest of my attempts at writing music using programming instead of composing on manuscript.

Aural and astral travel to fabled lands and back.