A bit of quelling becomes Quill. I took my previous recording of "Black is the Colour of My True Love's Hair" and trimmed a few minutes off the start.

Languid be the lineaments of this trio-set meditation upon the lost turret-board brilliance of 1974. The bottles yet burn brightly, and as the fabric of time is folded, Silver comes back to Black. The sparkles in the air about the driving mountain…

My new trio. This is just us, warming up at the beginning of our last rehearsal before our first gig. Just stupid stuff - you know, foolin' around in E and suchlike - but the guitar sound is wonderful, best sound I've ever had. One mic, corner…

Oh, my holy noodles. *Another* bloody 12-bar in E, and what's worse, it's a *slow* blues. Every guitar player who deems it appropriate to play a slow blues in E, in this the 21st, should be roasted like a head of garlic, smeared across a toasted…

Oh, my holy noodles. *Another* bloody 12-bar in E, and what's worse, it's a *slow* blues. Every guitar player who deems it appropriate to play a slow blues in E, in this the 21st, should be roasted like a head of garlic, smeared across a toasted…

made with an electric guitar, a simple looping device, an amp, and automated volume curves in Garageband

so this song is an old one, one of the first tracks i ever made. it has a long and drawn out beginning and i am not too sure what i think about it (what's new...). anyways, i figured i may as well upload it, it is jsut sitting around anyways…

title is self-explanatory, past tense however. i really wanted a song that had the flow, emotional intensity and unpredictability of an ocean. perhaps that's a bit cliche. done over the period of two months in a little dark room with an…

*apology for the artifacts so this was a song sitting around for a while, didn't know what to do with...common occurrence. anyways, i wanted to create a song that had a bit of a 'grainy' vinyl feel to it, with nice, slightly distorted highs…

comes to the senses a sweetness so sweet and deep that the tongue curls and presses hard inside the mouth holding, for a moment, and for another the throat catches closes so the sweetness cannot pass…