The heavy strings sigh and sway, building towards menacing elegance.

With the winds of creation streaking their faces, our heroes take flight into the deepest recesses of the Genreverse. Come join them.

The theme from the novel Leadfoot Angels.

Why won't the voices stop?

The title track to Aural Sculpture Project. Part ambient music, part spoken word. Enjoy.

One part simple piano, one part frenetic jam.

Old school, punk rock, lo-fi, do-it-yourself superlive from the basement. circa 1986

I was thumbing a ride along a hot, deserted Caribbean road. When Steve pulled up in this vintage pre-war Chevy, I was very grateful. It just so happened he was heading to the same cantina I was, so we kicked back with a pitcher of mojitos…

I was thumbing a ride along a hot, deserted Caribbean road. When Steve pulled up in this vintage pre-war Chevy, I was very grateful. It just so happened he was heading to the same cantina I was, so we kicked back with a pitcher of mojitos…

A partial re-write and full re-record of my teacher's protest song.