The last piece I improvised this past weekend for my dad and the residents who wanted to listen.

This is the very last of the stink recorded in my old studio. A spontaneous improvisation on Congas and Bata drums (dressed ceremonially with bells).

I was really pissed about work when I wrote this. I you hear a phone ringing it's (you guessed it) work calling me.

Evening here at the lake

My Gon-Bops congas getting to know my new space. 180bpm. Gated & Phased. As in phased-out.

I was really pissed about work when I wrote this. I you hear a phone ringing it's (you guessed it) work calling me.

Evening here at the lake

Loose blues feel