iconoclast's listening history

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This is a new song that started as a guitar pick, then got some words. I finally recorded this. It has 3 parts. Nylon guitar, Electric and voice. This is part of the "human racing" series I am working on. Matter is surprising Not what…
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H-town Represent! Jarufus live in Vegas. A No Grapes Production Produced by Illegal Alien Autopsy 2010
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Straight ahead stone city electric blues for an old friend who used to spend hours spinning BB King and Mike Bloomfield records for me. Recorded back sometime at the end of 2006 on old analog equipment
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A simple solo acoustic guitar track for a dear departed four legged friend. Written 2005. Recorded Jan 9 2009.
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Had these backing tracks laying around on my drive for a while and didn't know what to do with them, so grabbed my Ebow and a fretless electric that I built for myself a couple years ago and had a go. My fretless playing is really in its infancy…
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Steve and I on a Sunday afternoon jam. haven't changed it a lick. Minimally processed it. I liked the openess of it, so I left it alone. Went to Crater Lake, and found this songs home. Played it to the stars the moon and the waters, as the moon…
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Steve and I on a Sunday afternoon jam. haven't changed it a lick. Minimally processed it. I liked the openess of it, so I left it alone. Went to Crater Lake, and found this songs home. Played it to the stars the moon and the waters, as the moon…
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If you see Lobster man or Lobster Boy one night on the beach, run for your life!
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The Music tells the story. we all carry our true selves inside, and experience those who would tell us we are someone else. take this home, light a candle, dance widdershins, blow some smoke to the six directions.... and be free
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We all live on one planet, and on this planet we ARE the indigenous peoples. The rest is just intellectual self petting if you know what I mean. When I'm feeling frustrated with the human race, I return to the roots. I read once in a novel on…
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