I have a little box under my bed with your name on it.

It's just a song about stalking a jane doe.

Yep.

I was drinking one night -- that's how most of my stories start -- thinking about somebody I used to love. This is raw, no effects, recorded on a single mic.

This is a Lumberforked version of a Sir Alfred IV -- check them out on alonetone.

Experimenting with asynchronous, layered picking. I thought it would sound really cool. Guess what? It doesn't! ... Well, all of the mistakes aside ... it's growing on me.

Just the traditional tune. I've always loved it.

Leafless trees hung low in the cold. I saw myself kneel, fall, die all alone. No pity, no tears, no profound song. Just gone. The limbs of the trees broke in the wind. Worn and old from beckoning, again and again. But no god came. In the end…

... a high speed conduit

If this sounds like it was recorded in a single take on a $7 USB microphone, and then cheesy audacity reverb thrown in, that's because it was. The old guitar and its player are both on their last legs, but unpacking after a move it beckoned…