"In a reformatted world with deleted people, there are still enough dead links that some individuals might indirectly be aware of the existence of those deleted. To everybody else, they'd seem either spiritual and/or mentally imbalanced…

everyone needs one of these...

The art of marketing is to sell you emotional states, not products.

Even the cosmos needs system maintenance. When its IT department decides to delete something, sometimes that something doesn't want to go without a fight. Even computer viruses will do what they can to avoid the reaping hand of a virus checker…

somewhere around 3 minutes you should here the sound of people chopping down a tree in the Peruvian Amazon turn into the beat of the song. This song was somewhat influenced by Kim Hiorthøy.

Rough sketch of a proposed dreamy 12 string piece that I couldn't pull off on the 12 string so did this quick electric version with vocal pads. Not sure of the recording quality- sounds OK in my cans and kinda crappy on my monitors. Recorded march…

An instrumental song about happiness and puppies and vampires and possibly vampire puppies.

Fun/Silly song. My first recording with [the Hang](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hang_(musical_instrument\)).

rpmchallenge is exhausting. even when you don't have kids, or aren't taking classes, or don't have lots of vocational responsibilities. so, I didn't give up. I finished. but I thought about calling it quits. this song was a thought along the way…

Just under the wire (it's Feb 28, 23:47 in my timezone)... last track for RPM09

The cosmic equivalent of standing on a ledge and jumping off, except, like Mr. Hawking established, black holes sometimes regurgitate their meals - the original matter is usually corrupted in the process. --- From the RPM 2009 album: "Like A…

From the RPM Challenge 2009 album - "Like A Dark Mirror Keeping Its Secrets": Native American Industrial? Sample credits will appear with album info once posted.

sung by my family for my mum's upcoming birthday

Bass noodling with effects.

Just what it says - a series of emails I wrote once, read aloud and with piano backing.