GMO took my piano solo and did wonderful things with it.

Derps march past my room; Ev'ry night they haunt my dreams, Dim fears seeming true.

Remembering when we were special. Were you special?

this one almost didn't make it on. Used to like it, but now, not so much.

From the dusty archives. Will it go round in circles? Stay tuned to the end and see.

The poem by W.B. Yeats, put to music by yours truly. Keyboard and production by Chan Chun Liang.

I recorded this short piece on guitar for my friend Andy Hulse's 2003 film "High Lonesome". This part is for a driving scene with no dialogue. Early morning in a southwestern Texas landscape.