An old song, written while walking in the rain on Kauai. Sung in church with some wonderful brothers, Alani Woodward and Mike Lingaton.

For the new Fall. Lots of reverse looping. Ebowed acoustic guitar, various apps, toy pianophone.

a song done by many folk/country performers ,chokes me up every time. there are much better renditions of it out there in music land,buy those!. this I just wanted to add to my list of occupy songs. to drive home the point.

Someone's forgot to turn the seance off again. From the album LIFE IS HARSH IN THE LAND OF GHOSTS THEME PARK

This is a podcast. It's not music. Well, unless your idea of music is very distorted. This is talking and responding and talking and responding. You know? Like talk radio or something. Enjoy. Love always, John and Gab.

Played on an O'Riordan D-whistle

Not really Irish ... a Scottish ballad ... An earthly nourris sits and sings And aye she sings, "Ba lilly wean (and) no ken I, my bairns father Far less the land that he dwells in." And up come he to her bed fit A grumly guest I'm sure…

come away, come away away from trouble away from care come away, come away away from sorrow away from fear may the cool wind find you through a thousand thoughts unsaid gather you in weary day behind you and you can lay your head…

Played on a Generation Bb pennywhistle

Recorded in the $25 computer microphone days. I tried to clean it up a bit, but to no avail.

classic sounding chimps, er, hot wheels spaulding untune. downtempo, invisible barriers, proud fuzz.

Soldiers deal with life and death moral issues every day.Then the letters from home-and the involuntary extension of their present duty assignment.

The 99% has found its voice. I grew up in the 60's when music was a part of the protest movement.