Electric guitar improvisation with live computer processing and looping.

Light, to which thou goest; to which you fly like a moth. Once it was real.

I wrote this one morning but gave up tryin to sing it . then I asked my buddy Steve Schostal to do vocals . His Canadian accent was perfect for this . Notice how he leads the beat ‘wow perfect. I love Colabs

The flute on this piece is done by a very gifted flute player by the name of Melinda Eckels. You will hear Melinda on any of the songs where I use flute. Her abilities have spoiled me so, that I can never use keyboard or my limited flute skills…

Between the minutes

Art of Love #2 is the other side of piano moment #2

Part 2 of The adventures of Moonbee and friends. Just me and my new guitar :) Enjoy xox

Finally going to end this RPM with a slop fest. Pretty disgusted with my efforts. I did have some fun though. I feel like I just gave birth to a full set of Ludwigs. High gloss black of course.

Bit quicker this one, only several hours work !!!!!!

this song was a live recording with one mike in the middle of all the instruments

Guitar, $300... Folding chair, $30... Firewood, free... Labor Day, priceless.

It was a sketch for the final topic of amateur black and white film (a.k.a. "сlosing credits"), then not used, then forgotten. Then recalled and now free. ~For Trevor, who bravely fights with the ghost from the cellar. Spirit[uals]~

An experiment with granular "freezing" in Boîte Diaboliqué this time using a few seconds of guitar from [MMI](http://alonetone.com/mmi). Using granular synthesis it is very hard to get a real "freeze" effect although by using very high grain…

This is a bit out of my comfort zone, but I gave it a shot.

Just working out some rhythms. Toucans come in at about 1 minute.. wish I could get the sound onto vinyl for some proper scratching. I used Sandbags' awesome generative sequencer Elysium for some of the ambient and lower pitched toucans. The lead…

Back to basics here. recorded with the Yeti mic. Ramblin' round your city,ramblin' round your town I never see a friend I know As I go ramblin' round boys As I go ramblin' round My sweetheart and my parents I left in my old hometown…

A pretty little ditty.

A lifetime of laughter when you were just kids And all that came after the silly things you both did Those times are long, long gone like they ran off and hid Then the world got bigger with other places to play And getting so caught up in…

OK,there's three sides to every story. Yours. Mine. And the cold hard truth. So- let's just tell it like it is.

from the album "the Hardest Blow" featuring vocalist Marc Poirier There are no promises to keep, whisper through Telling secrets in my sleep, whisper through Revelations sounds a whole lot meaner than it is And I can tell you get impressed…