Buckle up.

I’ll make my exit on the wind Nevermore to pretend That I’m fine Yeah, I’m good, so good At doin’ everything I should To convince you That I’m okay for today An’ I won’t crawl out of my skin I’ll just pretend Some days…

I keep pushing the pedal down and nothing is happening....

This song came from a lyric that never made it to a song... "Beholders Shape Perception Whilst Their Views Control Intention. Objects Outline Power Through A Stalemate Of Opinion....." I forgot what the lyric was about and tried to interpret…

Just another obscure saint. Not much known about him. Probably much more important and significant than any of us will ever realize. Oh, yeah, and then there is Saint Simon. Same thing for him. RIP Alex. 3 Congas, Vintage Bass Cocktail…

You don't know wether you should be killin' me

Please also listen to the second part of this track, "John Capulator". This part represents first scenes of comics, John Capulator's appearing from the morning fog in a narrow alley, huge double chainsaw massacre near crowded underground station…

When my 'whole morning for recording' turned into 30 minutes, I did this. Beep beep; Driving all over the fucking road. Left right left right doesn't really matter. In n out of lanes in my mitsubishi colt Left right left right doesnt really…

The energy levels were at an all time high this weekend when Bon and jimi turned up down the Cellar for a session. Here's a little something from the session........... Reg'n'Roll...other Reg really blisters the guitar on this one OH WHAT A…

Psychedelic Folk. Ever meet that special someone in a laundromat? Ever do it on top the dryer? Either way, you’re sure to dig this clean groove. Compilation by Stephen L. Krell and Gene Eric Mann.

Rerecorded with wah wah on the rythm guitar and new vox!

from the album xChange performed by Alex Moody

Improvised/recorded on 11-12-11 in Alpharetta GA, mixed/edited on 11-13-11 in Summertown, TN.

(Click the link above for a live studio version with many other musicians) This is a solo acoustic version of my song Water Trees and Poison

The little brass clock only tells me that time is running out, nothing else it's not fair because it knows it all you know...................

A Gon Bops conga improvisation with a cross-over rhythm. No tan lines. 4/4 200bpm.

"Aww" they said. And I guess it was cute... I don't know... I don't what's cute I guess... anyways, where was I? Oh yeah, who am I? who am I... who am I... ?

Not all house's are full of joy at Christmas ......This wasn't actually our house CHRISTMAS TIME AT OUR HOUSE It was Christmas time at our house sat round the table waiting Waiting for our father to return from the pub where he‘d a been…