Instrumental Interlude

About a very strange individual indeed............

I remembered an incredible night at the seaside some years ago. The moon over the water and the waves, the stars in the sky and the wind with a natural sense of movement. I hope I was able to transfer those sensations into the song. This work…

instrumentation: synthesizers, nylon acoustic, electric guitar + violin bow, tabla, voice

Something i wrote after a few bad years in a relationship

The last piece I improvised this past weekend for my dad and the residents who wanted to listen.

Okay, just one more track. Did this one at the last second. I needed to end the album on a 'dancing around apartment like an idiot driving the downstairs neighbors crazy' sort of note.

I literally destroyed the whammy recording this.

This is not a serious attempt at a song, it's just a dare. One of my coworkers challenged me to cover the Rebecca Black song and I like a good challenge.

...whether roaring like hungry lions impatient for the arena? I go out into the world, I am tense, I know that the audience, they are mine, is only important. Bull for them, I for them. --- Time to exit, Matador!

[Verse 1] Do you hear the sound of the insects? Birds all pronouncing dialect Languages ancient as the sound of wind Crowning it, the seasons are circadian There’s no need to fear when you’re breathing air Water is the other side of the…

this song speaks of the putting aside of guilt and walking hand in hand with my inner self into each and every day...rejoicing. I've worn the robe of the guilty i've let this tyranny take me to the bottom of the ocean no more will i suffocate…

**Song-writing Demo for FAWM 2025** Song number 02 Written 3-5th Feb Demo recorded 8th Feb **** I had most of it on the 3rd, but wanted a middle 8 (bridge). Struggled a bit with energy and how busy I am at work... I managed to write…

Verse One Take my hand and hold me dear Close to heart, closer to death All the words you spoke too soft of love I’ve longed for Awake alone in vainity, it’s a shame we have to die here as the blood on my hands dry, i’ve killed for the…

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The year was 1989 and my high school rock band, Tempest Fero, was feelin' proggie! I can't remember who wrote what for this one. I do know we were quite stoked to have the little 4/4 to 3/4 to 6/8 thing at the end of the quiet parts. I also…