something from the forth part of this video work i was doing. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xDeH28QdTtU

Another Live in the Cellar.......

Title track from my RPM 2010 album, entitled "The Loudest Silence".

Made a few edgecore changes to the track. Added some Psychedelic vocals and changes towards the end. Also changed the sound level mastering base.

Ain't there always one Ain't it always me I could tell in her eyes She wanted to lie Aint there always one Ain't it always been me I could tell in her eyes She wanted to lie But wasn't about to She said you know the truth as well as I do. And…

Of course, this is an old song. My mom would always say, "Jimmy, play The Wild Wood Flower, like Dick Melton used to."

This is a guitar idea our friend Doug worked up for one of our Christmas songs. I'm posting it in case Amy gets a chance to listen from work. Hopefully we'll record a new, full version before Christmas!

Early February improv with Treefrog on vocals, whistles, sounds & fx ------------------------------------------------- This is track ten from our 2014 RPM album, [Eleven](http://alonetone.com/cavestreet/playlists/eleven)

A guitar instrumental with too much soloing and not enough melody. Thanks for listening.

A question for all the idiots in the freedumb convoy.

Remember the fall of 2008? it ain't over until the fat lady sings....

Reg has got a kinda Bluesy political thing going on this one.....he's been reading the paper and watching the news..........it's a little too long but i think he makes a point.......do you?

Well Reg has found himself in some difficult times in the past and has needed his time in the Asylum just to let time catch up with his mind.........this track is about such a time...when his affair with lovemebaby turned sour.....

This was to be the begining of my RPM album but i never got to finish it this year. It was going to explore how i felt about the disease ALZHEIMERS

a dream i had...

Old Age is a bitch..... As this game of truth, slowly fills up with lies As the happy ever after gets more and more disguised The inner truth will pull the mind closed tight As we introduced ourselves to the end of the night Somedays…

coffee shop song... kenya time hear the cracklin' paper as you test the basil mayo when you pull apart the cheese and tip your brown beer bottle smell the grinding coffee beans set by tatooed arms to motion near the burlap-bag topped…