This song started just as a chord progression that evolved, lost some chords, gained others. I don't usually sing this high on a song, but for some reason this song needed it. I thought about doing more on this one, but I really like acoustic…

Recorded December 20, 2008 Guitar: EADGBE

Hi guys just redid the whole track originally named Get $$$ Instrumental because some of you (inc me hehe) didnt like the pitched vocalz so I just removed it and created a whole new atmosphere based on an ambushed gangsta crew. the whole Instrumental…

Didn't really work. Kind of lost the essence of the song by going a bit bonkers on effects and what not. Will return to this (but a lot more simplified) in the future.. comments welcome!

hicksless instrumental kinda ting

from my re-mix CD

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Su-cial conscience or summin

The longing is authentic. What more can I say.

After I finished collecting and mixing all the trumpet tracks from Montgomeru, I was no longer sure which one of us actually wrote this song.

Another thanks to Desoto for giving this song some necessary atmosphere.

A very old song that I should have heeded long ago.

My goal is to embed this song in your brains.

I stole some words from a poem by Sudara for this one. "Stretch this moment into minutes, hours, days or years" became a defining phrase in this album.

A huge thank you to desoto on this one. The bass propels the listener like riding a wave while the flute cuts your mind loose in the atmosphere.

Originally a very different song, slowed to a dragging pace and laced with dense moans of twisted agony. There's a little bit of John MacDonald on lead guitar in the build too.

You need three more minutes NOW!! 8:50a

This is how I would describe my typical lunch break. 3:06p

This is a short prelude for piano and cello I wrote for my son

Answering the question of whether or not overdone reverb has been uncool for so long that it is now cool again. The answer: no, still uncool.

It's the time of year when the hipsters come home to their parent's house and realize that they are buying the same clothes that their parents are throwing out. Might as well drop a Jager Bomb, spark one with the old man and dance the night away…

A moment of weakness. Please forgive the backups. The harmonies eluded me, to a degree. Doug