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When four years old and hanging w/ Daddy in 'Studio Garage,' my son Isaiah (now eleven) spontaneously composed this. Thanks for smiling with me.

This original melody idea was jotted down in October 2003 in Harmony Assistant, and I had written it thinking that someday I'd make it a real song with lyrics. While playing the tune on the computer, my daughter came in and said she liked it…

Score made for the basement scene from the original Night of the Living Dead

Artist: Jeff Hill Album: My Quarantine Label: 434 Noise Release: May 1, 2009 When I first saw you in the morning light I couldn't take my eyes of of you I believed it was love at first sight Even though I had been with so few But you…

This is an instrumental celebration of numbers such as 4 and 650. If you do not like 4 and 650 you can pretend it's about your favorite numbers instead, I won't mind so long as you don't go around pretending that I wrote this piece for 33 or 550.

The third one of my sublime passages for organ. The picture in the album's photo is the cathedral of Puebla city, where I live.

another oddity from the answering machine.

this is a remixed version not sure if its better please let me know thanks

Here's some film music; thanks for listening.

Sam was a very articulate and kind friend; he spend way too much of his life in a wheel chair and yet demonstrated a lot of grace. We lost him just over a year ago. Among many other unexpected, Christ-like kindnesses, he realized at one point…

Peter Jackson on John 13:1-17

This is a prelude I wrote for my son, this is the piano solo version, theres another one with cello

Vocals and percussion are courtesy of another recent alonetoner, K. Scot Sparks. While recording a simple guitar track in Kev's garage, things got intersting when we opened the garage door, and let the sounds of this huge flock of birds in the…

This song is in memory of my son, Micah Eberhard (Jan 27, 1987 - Aug 8, 2007) ------------------------------- Neath the clay, iMago dEi glory keeps while beauty sleeps from the womb a flower blooms brights the day, blesses the clay…

The Portuguese version of "Raining on the Cabixi". If you listen close, and if you can tell the difference between an indo-european language and an amerindian language, you will hear the second verse sung in Mamainde - an endangered language…