This isn't actually a minuet... that's what's so stealthy about it. Okay, actually, "Stealth Minuet" is an anagram for "The Last Minute", because I wrote it at the last minute and because it's about a minute long and is the final track.

There's a tennis court that's officially named this in my neighborhood park. I wanted to write lyrics for this song, but couldn't think of any - I may go back and re-use it as a rap beat.

"Windblown cellophane" is part of the deliberately unintelligible chant bit of "Operation Enduring Freedom Tennis Court", so maybe I should have used this title for that song instead.

Sometimes I pretend that my songs are themes for non-existent horror b-movies.

I sort of wanted to call a band Department Of Meteors, but it became a song title instead.

A "lost" piece of sorts: I was going through my files when I found a song I wrote and recorded in October of last year, but never shared with anyone.

Inspired by an offhand comment made on the podcast My Favorite Murder.

Semi-freestyle. Once I met a child who thought that everyone had a dog. I figured an album named for a dog pun with an AI generated dog on the cover should include actual canine content.

Co-written by my phone's auto complete.

Tried to make a song out of the roadwork going on outside my home.