A morning storm recorded in the courtyard and a musical motif written in the evening. combined time working-- 45 minutes, interrupted by a phone call from the parents to see if I was still alive.

the DANCEBOT! disclaimer

Funny little instrumental thing inspired in part at least by accidental meat on meat. :)

this ain't perfect, i've been working on it a while. the drums sound like shit, my vox are horid and the guitars suck balls, but i kinda like it.

facedown far from only, every bit the proper gent feeling very tiny, kindly pass along a hand and please stifle the laughter as I crown the better man borrowing the gibberish, this continental drift line up the idiots and choose your tool…

unable to concentrate on work so I had a short music session/creative brainstorm/ emotional fleshing.

I wrote this short woodwind motif at the time MJ died yesterday. The King played a major influence on some of my more dance-oriented music, so this is my ode to the king.

Sam was a very articulate and kind friend; he spend way too much of his life in a wheel chair and yet demonstrated a lot of grace. We lost him just over a year ago. Among many other unexpected, Christ-like kindnesses, he realized at one point…

A downbeat ditty written and recorded in sixty continuos minutes. I actually have plans for this one, so stay tuned for revisions in the near future.

I wrote this short woodwind motif at the time MJ died yesterday. The King played a major influence on some of my more dance-oriented music, so this is my ode to the king.