Two nights ago I dreamed this sad version of Help! Today I put it down just to see what it sounds like. One mic, one take, one guitar, and one very dry voice. Not intending to be self-deprecating, but if anyone with actual musical talent…

Dave come over and we got to jamming and got jazzy, the reds have already invaded Britain and the Russians are coming to the party too....we're fucked

My May 2025 REM (record every month Submission ... toying/Experimenting with different drum and Percussion Sounds/Modules with a bit Ambient Sounds in for good taste

it's a sci-fi story

Trying out a whole lot of new gear. (Even though it is all really old gear) This demo was mostly for the guitars and drums. All outboard gear and no outside samples where used for the first time for me. Guitars are a greenback style speaker…

Smoke and burnt organs Dry teeth and mouth Fire and noses Sore throat Trembling fingers Cold hands I only knew when to stop When to start again And I choose the time to start I choose the time of my death Or as close as possible…

The only truth is what I tell you, just believe

What do you call guys like us, who are from the USA? USA-guys? Why, we’re USAnian of course.

This song is about one of the Prood girls, who is a school teacher ….special THANK YOU to Colleen Dillon for her endless support and encouragement. Lyrics… As the shadows stretch across your dark and lonely room and your record player fails…

In space there is no south, in space there is no north, in space there is no west, in space there is no east.