My improvisation project is getting interesting. The centre of this track is at 2:08, where the drums pick up a guitar phrase that begins at 2:03, and then take over the melodic line, while the guitar shifts position to background the drums. The…

"Working on a new style that's been in my mind for ages, learning to record in my kitchen, experimenting with the guitar and the amp ..." this is the kind of thing that Quill gets up to when he's not kept properly busy. Y'all are just lucky he…

(this track's a bit hot, mind it doesn't hurt your ears, please) So many reasons for sorrow. One sees from within sorrow, and sees only sorrow. But we must look awry at these weeping walls, these streaking-blind windows: they are of our own…

Well it seems your quill is alone rather a lot, of late. The silver lining - and surely it has to be a trick of the light, that shimmer on things, redoubtably more mercurial than arg-arg-argentic - is time freely spend a-practicin', and even the…

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…

In the woods by a waterfall power, from the water's course, sparkles the air a few coils of wire and some magnets later ...

Another little tune-sketch from your ever-incomplete but always searching friend, Quill.

The salient lines in this traditional song, for me, are these: "... and still I hold, / that the time will come / when he and I will be as one ..." What need is expressed in this "holding"? Against what, does our singer hope? The resistance…

just as it’s time to Leave lightly as a feather comes a band a cut from a rug

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…