NEW ORIGINAL!!! ONLY Vocals and Beatbox front to back. Coming at ya with something you can swing to. Thanks as always for checking us out.

broken Damn I thought you were real Now they saying I was wrong When all you need is someone on your side To help protect your favourite disguise Oh the summer was short Giving way to all kinds of rain You wont believe the dreams that…

mashup for Sound-In 6/13-15

This piece is a long excursion, one chord with a lot of subtle maneuvers. I like to think of the long jams as 'music for driving.' Seriously, this music is great for a long road trip...or a long psychedelic trip. If you have the time to listen…

A tune inspired a lick Dave came up with.

A poetic piece written on the fly by Gene. Vinnie does the lead guitar on this all the way through. It's inspired by a tale of a woman and the dunes of Pismo Beach, California. The rest is up to your imagination.

Vinnie commissioned a song for Gene to write for Vinnie's other band, The Blue Kind. It never made it to the Blue Kind's set list so we decided to do it ourselves, for ourselves. Great chord progression!

Track: 01 Album: Simian Itch (Self-titled)

Simple tune I wrote on Bonfire Night, many moons ago...four-track recording, w guitars and bass.

23 notes per octave home made electric guitar another version is here: http://chrisvaisvil.com/diy-23-edo-stick-guitar-improvisation/

This is Alan singing a slow R&B Pop ballad. Think of Al Greene with a modern backing track. Alan wrote the music and the lyric. Let us know if you like it a bit...thanks! (c) 2013 Alan D. David, BMI (Half of Double Trouble)

This is a Rock Ballad guitar instrumental written and performed by Alan. It reaches deep into the listener's emotions to feel the sadness and sorrow of the piece.

Cover of River of Deceit, by Mad Season. This is the first song I've finished in a long time.

A spacey instrumental recorded during the Dawn Chorus this mornin (18/6/2013) If u turn it up u can hear birds tweetin merrily away...

the sarangi that dreamed an electric dream....in raga bageshri...a raga of the apres miudi

I lurch crablike across the boundaries of public decency. I feel no shame. Its just a job. Someone has to do it...