Weeeee!

This was a good idea, all things considered, but I never finished it the way I wanted to. Tough break.

I tried redoing this tune as a soft electronica track. The original "rock" version is here: http://alonetone.com/alchemy/tracks/last-goodbye

My friend Thorbjørn Bach Larsen came by one summer day at my parent's house, maybe 2000 or 2001, with an old rehearsal amp and played guitar solo for this track. It was the first time I'd ever recorded a real instrument. I didn't tell him that…

Let me stop you right there and say, no, I don't know the person providing the sample. I found it mp3.com (remember that from the late 90's?). I don't know why someone would upload an 11 minute track of themselves having a very fake orgasm, but…

I wrote this because we needed music to play Quake 3 to.

I just stole a fresh batch of samples and wanted to try them out. Unfortunately I never really got around to finishing this one up. It just sort of stops.

Yeah. I know French. Sure. Croissant voulez-vous.

Three bloody stumps stitched together. That's a real drumkit playing at the end. I had a beat-up old thing set up in my bedroom at my parent's house (high school, probably early 1999). I hung a microphone from the ceiling and tried to play along…

Rise and shine, you whiny cunt.

We used this as the soundtrack for a 10 minute silent movie in high school. Fortunately, it was lost forever.

Yes, it's the opening theme to Delphine's Out of This World (U.S. title: Another World). I was a nerd.

This was me being weird.

Back when there was something called mp3.com (late 90's), I uploaded this album. They rejected this song because of a Prodigy sample (even though, despite the many stolen samples, there are no Prodigy samples in this song). However, they kept…

This is an assault on all GMO producers and their sickly food... (Did you know the FDA co-owns the patent on the terminator gene, with Monsanto...) Words and music by CMOR (2010)

This is what I did as a kid instead of punching walls.

No points for guessing the sample. I'm sorry, mr. don't-you-fucking-know-what-you-are. I was just a kid.

The flute sound hurts my brain now. Can't remember why I was so fond of it.