My hands are trembling. It’s about to begin. Slow and predictable, the waves vibrate the ground. The entry is innocuous enough, like a distant bass rumble of a party 3 blocks away, but it seeps inside. And thus begins the delight. Wait, why…

I detest groups. It removes individualism from thoughts, and adds a false sense of comfort and ultimately dependence. They might be essential, for efficiency, for communication, but they should not be celebrated as much. Or maybe it’s just misanthropy…

Well, that didn’t help. Gives me time to think more though. Seem to be standing in an endless grey mist, in puddles of water that don’t feel wet. Nothing good came of this. You know those dreams you have, your ambitions of being the best, when…

It’s either an importance of worth, or an importance of a sacrifice to the worth. But, the important bit doesn’t go away. Is that a compulsion? No clue. Maybe my misanthropy is a result of feeling more important than society. Maybe the clue to…

There’s so much going on right now. And we just take it in. I mean, just stop. Pause. Look at what you are doing. How are you doing this? How does one understand? Associate? Years ago, I saw munchkins. In a famous film. And they were funny…

This song demanded to not be expanded or developed... Bass by Lari Peterson, Guitar and Vox by CMOR...

Fears and tears collate your life Memories bleed your mind No much time to loose in lie (1995)

A little snippet of an orginal. Hope you enjoy.

LSA improv. Just hit record, and it came forth. Twas a great night.

An original I wrote and recorded a while back. Hope you enjoy :) Ari xoxo

tell no one a story or describe this music for this is the inner depths of a wormhole in a sleep pyramid

another partial track in progress

Guitar- Leo Calvo Singing- Alex Mckenzie

I ruin Elvis Costello's green shirt