a voice mail message from the "IRS" and some instrumental tracks I'd been messing around with for awhile.

A tribute to the serenity and profound beauty of winter, the gentle hush of snowfall blanketing the earth, and the timeless magic that dwells within winter's icy embrace.

The rose of sharon is blooming again Summer's slowly approaching its end No kids are playing, no slip n' slides Hotter than hell but I don't know why Cut the grass, shouldn't be that hard Empty bottle lying in the yard Is it trash or is…

I've been reflecting on the quiet current of my life over the last few days. Now that I've had a chance to rest, I am struggling with holding myself in a positive light.

by XTC

I had SO MUCH FUN producing this Track. I hope a little bit of this energy transfers to you, my dear listener. Maybe I should produce more in this style...spaghetti-western-core :-D Just kidding... ...or am I?

They turned the old house into rubble with my memories inside Picture frames still hanging, glimmer still in your eyes I think of all the parties that we used to throw Glitter clung to the baseboards like new fallen snow And I'm wishing…

A revised mix of this ditty, with more from the "IRS" and local cops...

Unmixed, in modified New Standard Tuning (Robert Fripp's method): C-G-D-G-C-E (NST is C-G-D-A-E-B), so A minor'ish? Will try to add words, melody and vocal tomorrow.