As If It Really Matters - A A J Russe Written 16th January 1999 Recorded 12th March 2022 The Shoebox Demos Vol 1 **** Crumbs, even this is 23 years old! We used it as a set-opener in the last band I was in. I've been trying to make…

t boudreau Hello Empathy, can’t ya see that its me hanging out to dry I’m surprised to see you after all this time A sip of sympathy may be all that i need to get me by tonight But those home made remedies only last for a while Hey Controversy…

No-one To Blame - A A J Russe Written 1st January 1988 Recorded 6th March 2022 The Shoebox Demos Vol 1 **** Nearly forgot to post this one! (it's been a busy week at work) I was 24 when I wrote it. What more can I say…

Just in time for St Patrick's Day . . . . And with any luck we might have a bonus "LIVE" Leprechaun track coming soon. The Minnesota Coffee table met and recorded a fun version last night. ________________________________________ I was…

Digital Sea is an ambient generative music piece written in the Pure Data programming language. It is constantly changing, circulating, and flowing. The program written to record this piece is capable of generating a unique, endless performance…

A new little ditty ......

The only song I finished for the RPM Challenge HUZZAH

Cool envelope I found and tweaked over two oscillators being initialized with random frequencies 0-1400 hz. Built two loops into the patch and it's soup! Credit inspiration from Paris Young with reminding me about PD's randomizer object!

Continuing to work with a tuning I was enlightened to by Chris Vaisvil, Porcupine tuning by Dustin Schallert. My platform is Pure Data and I created a patch with 12 oscillators, one per frequency of the Porcupine tuning, well except the last…

Thoughts on the future of music for Sound-In Thank you Laurie for the inspiration.

First go round on "Julia", the new cbg.

Now with an anti-climatic nonentity orchestral thought void.

(COVID Salute) You can pick 'em, you can lick 'em, you can roll them in a ball You can stack 'em up like waffles 'till they're forty feet tall You can wipe on your sleeve, you can flick 'em at your friends You could blow them in a tissue…

If tomorrow you find yourself far away from me Running to another city If you don't have the time to hide away with me Disappear into the scenery Am I no longer worth The effort to search For the life we were dreaming For the love we…