A cover of Working Hands by Tom Eisenbraun from his 2014 album "Radio Ghost"

I saw jack-in-the-pulpit and I knew I belonged And I felt every sermon and I held every song O The trees creaked and shifted as they turned and dropped their leaves And I pulled an empty bottle and I held it to the breeze. Oh this one life…

One Newport left in the pack I know that we ain't coming back Waving goodbye to my friends Beginnings can feel like the end Thrusters go off underneath Vibrations under my feet Can't help but think of that thrill Card in my spokes as…

Went to Bellow Falls today and hiked around a bit. It was beautiful and grounding.

synth version

This is yesterday's track, back to the original melody with cross-picked guitar added (oy! that was tough). I see the template for a proper song now, and over the coming days I'll add to this and I hope to end up with something...

Maybe I’m someone Or maybe I’m not A tree falls in the forest And the roots start to rot And my lady she loves me Whether I like it or not I’ve got all that I need I’ve got all that I’ve got It’s too early for peaches And it’s too late…

a little break beat from my digitone. This is turning into "learn the digitone" month.

EMPTINESS It seems to be very difficult for people to be critical of the culture in which they are enmeshed within. There are all sorts of mechanisms that dominant cultures use to further socialize and entrench us: patriotism /// nationalism…

credits: The Beatles

credits: The Beatles

A day in the life of a common cat

I wrote this a week or so ago, and decided to give it a proper "mix" I guess? I'm not great at mixing quite yet, so this is just trying to add some ear candy and make it sound as good as I can!

I'm grateful for balance. Yarrow showed up today in a field and I was reminded of the balance I have to continue to strive for.

Worries Never Win Verse 1: Worries have never solved The things that ache my heart. Pacing the midnight floors, Only pulled me apart. Tried to fix it all alone— But I was sinking fast. Then I heard a still, small voice: “Child, this…

Last of the five-day experiment in intervals. Again, my friend Ebow was acting persnickety, as is its wont (I'm sure I have nothing to do with it), and the result includes some abrasive string rattling. I like the melody of the original recording…

I was in deep at second, my heels in the outfield - full count No one left out on the bases, familiar faces, the heat breaks a cloud Hands red from the clay dirt as I held up my glove to my faaaaaaace It smells just the way I remember, the…

by XTC

saturdays are for techno

I was reminded again yesterday of a responsibility to the language, to the culture, to ourselves.

Reg has been reading the papers today and it seems like utter chaos out there since the circus came to town ...... and the world will never be the same again..... Nothing will ever be the same again The circus came to town today…

disintegration loop recorded with voice memo

The screams!! The screams!!

The ebow gods were fickle today. Anyway, here's a melody, copied to a new track, then I raised the original track two steps, and lowered the duplicate track two steps to create a fourth interval. I tried also adding reversed tracks but it was…

patience. practice. review. repeat.

The seats are all filled on the zeppelin The Tower of Babel is raised - I’m amazed! And the hope springs eternal Their fears stay nocturnal for now The plastics hold shape in the soil The farmer’s daughter goes blind - so shall I The rooster…

Drums, guitar, bass, Microfreak set to say "Meow" through a bunch of pedals.

We're getting political with this one.

Changed the approach a bit today: intended to blend a melodic line a third apart, but ughhhh. So, here's an improvised ebow line, copied then reversed, with some harmonics added. Still not satisfied with results, but am happy to have made three…

so much depends on a little red wheelbarrow glazed with rainwater beside the white chickens these days a man dies you can't leave him be gotta get his body offa your property mm-hmm so much depends on a red wheelbarrow glazed with rainwater…