Ever woke in a car on a Sunday morning guilty with a sense of impending doom?

Is it this or is it that. 'Nuff said

Perhaps you could use a little fatherly advice? Well here it is! Chording improvisation on 7 different conga drums tuned to an octave and set to 3-2 rumba clave. LYRICS Lookie here hot-shot: a silent fool is half a wise-man And there…

For all the folks who can find the silver lining no matter what the situation may be.. Pardon the clips

Lyrics are from a poem inspired by the Picasso painting of the same name, written by Trevor Lewis.

this song was a live recording with one mike in the middle of all the instruments

I think of this piece as being very physical in its representation and transformation of harmony and texture. counter)induction, with Alex Sopp on flute.

from the album "orange" I’ve become, the same old song I’ve become, a headless drum I’ve become, a different son I’ve become, the complacent one Place your bets, it’s the end of regret, oh Don’t blame me cause I hardly matter…