Anyone who knows me realizes I dig electronic music....yet have no idea what I am doing when it comes to creating it! This is just some groovy randomness messing around with new studio equipment.

Reg playing with his Cry-baby.........Hot Stuff!!

Improvisation on Gon-Bops congas, while thinking of future days gone by. 4/4 180bpm. LYRICS A cool wind brings the fall And the season starts to change. Outside the sky's steel grey. Inside my heart is too. And I don't know how to…

It was a curious and wondrous thing. One night I was in my studio adding some percussion to the "Quiet Rituals" track by Barry van Oudtshoorn, when my 4 young children (with whom I was long over-due to be tucking into bed and reading a bed…

In Argentina they say "in Argentina everything may change - except the tango", but I couldn't resist adding some percussion to this beautiful nuevo tango by Vincent Voois, composed in the style of Astor Pantaleon Piazzolla. Check out Vincent…

Out on the lawn there arose such a clatter! Sometimes, as they say, Christmas do come early. I found Johnny Stone's "Christmas Rock In Oz" under the tree and couldn't wait until Yuletide to unwrap it. What a rockin' gift! I know a bit about…

Using my DIY 23 edo guitar, DIY electric cello, and DIY electric psaltery I recorded the wind playing these instruments after they were tuned in just intonation or harmonic series relationships. Adding to the harmonic series nature of this composition…

Poor old Reg was just getting it together and he went and got hazed, it just wasn't fair he didn't stand a chance.....poor fellow............ I've been Hazed (Lyrics) I’ve been hazed yeah Freed from my head I’ve been hazed Freed from my head…

Bethan Mathis recites a poem I wrote some time ago inspired by late nights working and driving home past a cemetery that always had foggy apparitions in the 4 am winter air. I am very much indebted to Bethan’s dedication to our poetry project…

Recorded for the 2013 [NaSoAlMo challenge.](http://www.nasoalmo.org/) --- Once when I was three You asked me to show you something I pointed upwards into the sky And I asked if ever you wondered why they hang up there, the stars…