looking through the backwoods I heard that motor start I knew that you were leaving but I knew not very far coming up the driveway I knew it was my chance running through the backwoods we'll meet by happenstance looking at my kingdom which…

my vision's blurry round the opening of your mouth and i'm not so sure it's sound that's coming out just take the time to form the consonants and vowels cause i'm not a lip reader never learned how not for lack of wanting mistaken vocab…

as far as I can remember you ruined November was a weather system I suppose you wanted the best of me in a penitentiary where there's no forgiveness I don't know if November's light would stay up past 5 well then I wouldn't mind…

i set a wire in the woods on a cold dark night when no one should be out i was alone for a time when the rabbits start to run the rings around my eyes watching the shadows come to life under cold, stark gaze of electric light already hungry…

always wishing for your narcissistic kisses and sophisticated face. I know what’s missing but I don’t know the specifics and it’s gonna make us late Got a goal Will Retinol Smooth the wrinkles in my soul? Well I don’t know (maybe) In the…

back where i was born you learn pretty early on to leave well enough alone just settle in and watch the world around you spin there's nowhere else to go when you live in a snow globe i knew this kid who couldn't wait to pack it in and break…

one of the batch I made for this year's RPM. The ending veers into G-Funk territory. The bassline reminds me of the heavy part in *Sunburn Vs. The Rhinovirus*

lo-fi kinda thing ripped from a sample of the Green Hornet radio show

I place a dust sheet over chairs Where we would sit, hold each other tenderly No need to dwell on it No need to dwell here for long It feels like time has moved Where we spilt wine and paint all on carpet tessellations Conversations empty…

I think that I'm Incapable of thought I craft and work As that's what I've been taught But see no joy in Rothko or Matisse Their brushstrokes leave me cold A value you can't teach Teach me to feel pain Teach me how to love I think that…

This will be about grief This will be about love This will be about missing you Will be about love This will be 'bout you being gone I've sung this before This will be 'bout me moving on I've clung tight to this before I don't need release…

A Cold War Love Story 93bpm Music © 2024 by WGP ⎮ All Rights Reserved Composing, recording, programming by Thorsten Hürter & Jørn Erdmann
 Words by AI and Thorsten Hürter & Jørn Erdmann This track was made in February 2024 especially…

Message Unseen 120bpm Music © 2024 by WGP ⎮ All Rights Reserved Composing, recording, programming by Thorsten Hürter & Jørn Erdmann
 Words by AI and Thorsten Hürter & Jørn Erdmann This track was made in February 2024 especially…

Just a short little ditty to celebrate FAWM '24! I had a great time!! I hope all my FAWM family did as well!! #acoustic_one_take #singer_songwriter Lyrics Tell me a rhyme Play me a song Make it happy oh, just not too long Give me…

Formular RPM 120bpm Music © 2024 by WGP ⎮ All Rights Reserved Composing, recording, programming by Thorsten Hürter & Jørn Erdmann This track was made in February 2024 especially for the RMP Challange 2024. It is part of a three track…

This was created for fun with as an RPM Challenge album collaboration with a students in my HS music class. Shout outs to Tyler and Nazir!!!

2024 RPM Challenge idea number 15 becomes finished song number 16. This one is okay. Better than most of the garbage I've piled up this year. I think it will make the final album, but it's sort of on the bubble. I'll bury it in the middle…

This is a track that is unapologetically scary and unsettling. Combination of synths and orchestral instruments, some noises...no drums or percussion. Don't listen alone in the dark.... You have been warned......

2024 RPM Challenge idea number 17 becomes finished song number 15. I tried to be screwy and make the verses the more developed section than the chorus. Just for something different. There are vocal harmonies in the verses but not in the chorus…

The Pads of Paddington is a set of 2 pieces (this being the 2nd one). I took inspiration from train sounds/noises. For this second piece, I used actual recordings of train sounds made by me with my faithful Zoom H1 recorder. For this piece…

The Pads of Paddington is a set of 2 pieces (this being the first one). I took inspiration from train sounds/noises although the "pads" of Paddington should technically be called the "drones" of Paddington - however, I am sure you understand the…

Are they friendly?

Translate this transmission. Patch through. Channel 31.

Some nights are colder than others...

Recorded in 2004, in an old cabin in rural NC. I don’t know why the fake accent.

Recorded in 2006 in Ashland OR. This was meant to be the backing track for a more complete song, of which all I can remember is the line “All I want to do / Is get stoned and read Harper’s”. Recorded in an airstream trailer.

Recorded in 2006 in Ashland OR, in an Airstream trailer I lived in for a summer. I barely had electricity so it’s a miracle I even got this much recorded.

Recorded in Denver in 2002. I sound like I’m pitching a song to Bread, but I don’t know how I would have liked that comment at the time.

Recorded in Denver in 2002, but I don’t remember it.

Recorded in Denver in 2001

Recorded in Denver in 2001, then promptly forgotten.

Recorded in 2001. The notes on the tape case say Moab.

Recorded in 2001 in an empty apartment in Mesa AZ. The drum kit is a cardboard box and a tambourine. The guitar is an acoustic and I’m sure I had to do some workaround to get it to sound like this.

Recorded in Mesa AZ in 2001.

Everything in order. Every meaningful vibration in sync.

Finally. Time to get back home for a little rest and relaxation. For now at least.

I can hear it working. Always working. Toiling away.

There's always something; something, out there...