recorded in 2005 Joe Silence - guitars, beats, synths, vocals Mark Cook - bass bridge vocal by Tom Higgins. this is no longer the final mix.

a piece that's a bit older, and one of my first attempts at using a music synth

Oh, my holy noodles. *Another* bloody 12-bar in E, and what's worse, it's a *slow* blues. Every guitar player who deems it appropriate to play a slow blues in E, in this the 21st, should be roasted like a head of garlic, smeared across a toasted…

i did two covers of this song this one is tuned very low on a 6 string guitar the other tuned normal on a 12 string (coming soon).

A piano chorale I wrote last year. A little Chopin, a little Granados, a little Dario Marianelli for influences.

A crazy time in an old cold farmhouse with no coal. The Beginings Tapes

The first cracks in the new relationship start to show from the Beginings Tapes

Walking into the room for the first time after she has gone again from the Beginings Tapes

How can anyone love me if i don't love myself again from the Begingings tapes

Lyrics: Something broke loose in life Something is wrong inside Everyday is the same. I don't know why I lie to myself. I don't know what my life devoid of content serves, just that I'm still here. Still falling. Still waiting for you to…

Now this is how this song should sound like, unlike the other version "Veins of Evil".

first song featuring both chimps since like well, forever ago. just a taste of future calamity in the musicverse

Another old one on the computer mic. and the 110, this time with an old DAW (can't recall the name) that let me put in a little distortion and reverb (and boy did I ever -_0 ). An acting class friend of mine was making herself really unhappy…

An instrumental I recorded several summers ago on a Taylor 110, using Audacity and a computer mic. in a Purdue dorm room. I originally called it "my love," but it reminds me more of looking at a bright day through a window... so... there you have…

from the album "the Hardest Blow" featuring vocals and slide guitar from Gregg Todt My father says, it’s not enough This mortal strife, gets too rough And sinners dance, upon your grave Waiting for, your bones to bleed The hardest blow…

on the day of parting they did not saddle the full-grown reddish-white camels untilthey had mounted the peacocks upon them peacocks with murderous glances and sovereign power thugh wouldst fancy that each of them was a bilqis on her throne of…

An improv playing with son Eric's Pod XT board. Some live looping and ebow also of course.