In Manila, waiting in the U.S. embassy line for a tourist visa back in 1999 was a 2-day affair in sun or rain, day or night. This is a 7-min. ode to the torture of waiting for the unobtainable.

Sweet, simple, folkadelic. Words by Luis J. Lascari Music by Luis J. Lascari & Frito Vazquez Lyrics: I'm in a crowded room of people you are nowhere to be seen but when I get home you're inside of every single dream Thought we said…

Because after enough smoke and whiskey anything sounds good.

Reg was at the weekly AA meeting at the old school and the group asked Reg if there was anything he would like to share....so Reg decided to share this ........

a simple seventies type performance core piece vocal, guitars, bass, and lots of lovely drums! and a few effects just for the thrill Contributors: Din who composed the drum track despite incredible odds against that ever occurring since…

A reminder for me to always return to the knowing that I am seen. Whatever situation I find myself in, that I am never alone and I can always reach out to this Divine Source for strength and encouragement. You know that I am here, and you…

For a dark scene, when flyers fall from warplanes, forcing people to flee.

Second of the songs with a movie clip from 1955.

Again!!!

So many widow's walks in New England. So many hardened girls. CAN'T WALK ON WATER Can't walk on water Can't drown in the sand A fisherman's daughter It's out of her hands If you told her you loved her She'd want to know why There…

[Verse 1] I’m at the train depot Seeing all these people In orange vests, getting off and on the freeway Getting in me way Thinking that these slaves Must be making a dumpster out the highway for wee pay Dodging, weaving Impossible not…

a layered song in "normal" tuning but strange modes in a band format.

Simpler Days is a ballad by drummer-Matt. While I was mixing it the words caught me off guard and the song stirred up some emotional stuff that I'm hoping might come through for the wider listening public.

Updated 07.31.2015

generative improvisations

Was messing around this afternoon and came up with this ..... let the love come out and play Now you tell me you’ve nothing to give Yeh You tell me, you can’t get that hit You tell me that you want it You giving me nothing you don’t want…

Okay, last one. Thanks everyone for your kind comments!

Standing, waiting, shivering, waiting, hoping, waiting, crying - all the while being cruelly mocked by the passage of time, and my analogue watch. It was not a very nice night. Peter Fedofsky plays the piano on this song. If you could…

She stands alone in my mind She'll make it home in her own time I've always known that she's not mine She gets closer to the line Then turns and walks away Breaks out the wine Don't know how she survived another day