This is an old track - I had a version of it up before - but I am away from music right now, and I found this track in my files. It is the moment when the idea came to visit, and it was exciting to remember that, and I want to send the download…

Nothin' new - this track replaces a different version of the same tune your Quill had up for a while. Missing this trio a bit; musing over some old tracks; thinkin' the loose feel and the reckless solo and the nice smoky vocal in this version…

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…

Well there's one kind favour I'll ask of you See that my grave is kept clean Well there's two white horses in a line Carryin' me to my buryin' ground Dig my grave with a silver spade And lower me down with a golden chain If you ever…

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

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

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…

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

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…

I sometimes feel alone with my spaghetti. But I'm never alone when I'm with my drummer! Though being alone with a drummer can be scary. At times such as these - frightened, alone, hungry, with a drummer - I am driven to ask: WWFSMD?

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.

The first time we played this tune, the drummer and I played it, spontaneously, almost exactly as this recording documents. But we'd never heard it before, had no chart, Kelly was just playing it on the bass and singing a bit, and our parts just…

Copyright Kelly Armstrong, used with permission.

Copyright Kelly Armstrong, used with permission. I liked Kelly's songs. It was strange; dweller and I changed everything, turned them inside out.

Copyright Kelly Armstrong, used with permission. Trios, as entities, are necessarily unstable.

Copyright Kelly Armstrong, used with permission. Excerpt from a live trio experience. Trios are live, until they are dead. And then, they are just singles.

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

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…

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…

(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…