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

I was thinking of old times and remembered, very fondly, my roommate walking in on us while we stood around with headphones and serious looks on our faces screaming monkey sounds into the microphone. I'm positive that the look on my roommate's…

This song is something special to me. I think it was special to John too. It hurts to miss people who are gone from your life, but I think it's worse to forget them.

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.

It was about sunrise when I met this guy on the streets of the French Quarter and bought him coffee. I don't know if he's still around -- that was some 20 years ago -- but a two-hour conversation affected my life more than I would have ever known…

Something old.

The street heats the urgency of now As you see there's no one around ...

Helplessly But then sometimes in the colorless light of a hazy windy moonlit night, the feeling haunts you like you've known that you would always be alone. But then sometimes in the sparkling sun, you think of things you should have done…

every moment each day searching for something someone to feel know care every face each friend rejection and its too much too much too much to bear it's been a long long time coming it's a long long way home every moment each inch of time…

A 3 track improvisation on 7 congas roughly tuned by ear to a chromatic scale. LYRICS: I walked a mile with Pleasure; She chatted all the way; But left me none the wiser For all she had to say. I walked a mile with Sorrow, And ne…