~images of bygone days~ This was 2009, and it was a photo contest to provide seven pictures of a story and all that. I, together with other, more talented photographers, was in. In parallel with the images I have written short seven neo…

The window to the world opening. Have a listen, if you will! Kaleidoscopy Overture (Words & Music by Jana Persson) Who will get it if they want? You will Who'll prevail as is their wont? You will Who will have a look In my kaleidoscope…

More from the archive. This was intended to have vocals, but that collab never happened. Anybody here want a stab?

a season inhell by rimbaud,sampled and signal-processed,set to music by wordless poem,composed on the rolad MC 505 grovebox.

Preformed freestyle on a Korg Synthesizer DS. First attempt at writing synthesized music.

nada especial un dia a la mañana queria sacar otoño medieval no me salio,salio esto... primera grabacion gente mala calidad no se quejen jajajajja

This was done with my stratocaster through the tonebone classic, Boss DD-7, and into my Kustom '72 Coupe.

could use more rollickin but i'm tired

track from the 2011 RPM Challenge album Burds.

Track from the 2011 RPM Challenge album Burds.

Track off of the 2011 RPM Challenge album Burds.

Track from the 2011 RPM challenge album Burds.

Track of off the 2011 RPM Challenge album Burds.

An ode to the loss of vinyl records (yes... i know you can still buy them... but it's not the ONLY way to get music as it was when I was a wee lad). But really it's just a thin metaphor allowing me to write another song about a girl. Yahoo…

Track off of the 2011 RPM Challenge album Burds.

I'm horrible at foreign languages. So I apologize to anyone who is actually trying to translate this. It came to me spontaneously. Here's my interpretation. It could mean "Saint Love"... which references a song I wrote in 2002... and yet this…

From the 2011 RPM Challenge album Burds.

Awoke tonight to realize that my girl had a broken heart, And like an image of me, she fell apart. You laid it all out on the line, another time. A shout out in the dark. And I should have come but it seemed too far at the time. In the end it…

Lack of self respect can blind, Lead to self destructive tendencies. But I am old enough to know this game. I cannot deny the truth to this. Still I... I've always recklessly believed that there was more to you than what they said you were. I…

There are no lyrics here... I will not put politics into music. However... the man gives me a very demented case of the blues. Therefore I played music to sooth my poor, sad soul.