Based on the work of Janet Cardiff, my final is an audio walk through of the Digital building, the Brown Center, at the Maryland Institute College of Art. I weave fictions and truth, with recorded sounds and sampled, manipulated and natural. There…

A snippet from the Khachaturian ballet suite.

here we are, for the very first time is it safe to touch you or am I way out of line now it's over, and our embrace was far too sweet is it safe to fall in love or is this a game that can never be beat here we are in my bedroom all alone…

tomorrow i have sold my soul i saw you, you were alone i saw me, white as a bone can we feel the distance as much as the empty hearts? it wasn't too easy yesterday i tried to talk to you, but my mouth was so sore it burned with words that…

deeper and deeper i fall to sleep and i am with you again i can't wake up and face the loneliness i won't feel love without you hear the shattered lines, miles and days didn't want to go away nothing i can say now the only way fall into…

are you listening tonight? or am i talking to a wall a stone wall in your heart will you talk to me? just say anything, i will hear it in my heart night after night i sit here and listen to you night after night i speak to myself day by…

A slice of a childhood transition. Enjoy! Doug

"We Know Everything (A Requiem for a Rock Band) is just what it says. It's a requiem for a rock band. We all knew, and most of us were in, that greatest rock band that no one ever heard. Those stories are full of sad clichés like the deal…