A reggae version of my country/pop tune. From 2008 album Do What I Gotta Do

Late night, last piece from a Himitsu session. Very laid back. All electronic. Recorded on minidisc and rescued later from a random hard drive.

Hard dance track. Check out the bass line.

This one is named after the resident cat who loved me dearly when I was a visitor. Now that I've moved in I'm pretty much only good for adminstering food and occasional petting- on the cat's terms of course!

waco waco we're all on fire

another lively instrumental with mirth and subversion.

Named after a painting which was named after a lovely little daily ritual I share with my best friend.

tongue in cheek or in somewhere else

I figure if I keep trying long enough, I'll start channeling the great Django Reinhardt. Perhaps it's like squeezing blood from a stone but if I get a drop or two, I'm happy with that!

But don't answer yet, we will DOUBLE the offer if you call right now...

Inspiration for this quick fun one came from Uncommon Ritual and other works by Edgar Meyer: I wanted to take a run of notes across multiple instruments just to have fun!

columbus skkkked alot of dkkks

this hamburger knows the score

an emmotional storytelling through instrumentalism. a whistle transcends the feeling of an explosive bowel movement. a noisy arcane reduction of bass jagged jarring hook and pursed lipped vocals

sixteen htz: as in the frequency of the majority of the noise in this epoch, reminiscent of kubrick. The frequency is thought to clear up mucus when played on a modified flute

waves that often crash though each other, meow a rythym guitar, hazy and recollected begins to putter in the mid morning. The howling of the wind grows as the guitar becomes frantic then frenzied in a driven pounding of the upper strings, loosely…

million billion stars up in the sky ive got some questions fer you whyve i gotta die whyve i gotta live at all when the world is so riduculous

theres no reason, no reason why this song is so catchy, so sexxxy, no reason at all. it doesn't make sense.

i actually got to kidnap a real live drunk sax player for this instrumental kick in the face of traditional arrangement.