Dedicated to Mr. Lynch. No, not David Lynch the filmmaker. No, not Dave Lynch the Sacramento fusion guitarist, either. I mean that other Mr. Lynch--the one who wrote that fine tune "Celestial Soda Pop." Thanks, Ray. :)

This is my absolute best boy-Enya impression. Sorry I couldn't do better.

This song is about a REAL homeless man who used to stand out in front of the local Safeway asking for change. Once I saw him inside the store sipping a grande Starbucks and he pretended he was not the same man I had seen out front for months…

Fans of Holy Grail already know where I nicked this title and do not require this hint. Those who do not appreciate Python probably don't know and will never bother to look for it. Why then did I type this comment? I don't know that! Aaaaaaargh!

OK, perhaps if you listen to this track repeatedly you will arrive at some insight as to why I placed it first. I certainly don't know. The lyrics are obviously about relationships or deep sea fishing off the coast of Antarctica, whichever…

One melody line from each section of this piece uses hand-drawn waveforms based around triangles, squares, hexagons, and octagons.

This track features the voice talents of my two sons, one of whom is rather reluctant to embrace the idea of the bathroom as a vocal both.

Ah, overbearingly loud rhythm section is getting their groove on during rehearsal . . . the bane of all self-respecting FM synthesists (well, synthesists in general . . . nay, all self-respecting keyboardists I say!). The solution? Play in the…

I believe microbes may have caused me to write this one.

What? Another Star Trek reference? Damn, you caught me.

Sorry, it's not a RHCP cover. It's not a typo, either.

Brought to you by the prime number section of Sagan's novel Contact and by the letters S and T.

The dream of the African is not long to be achieve, too see beyond the colours of the eyes to be accepted and treated equally among the human race.

It seems Elle has finally gotten to Evan. It's too bad, really, but it's a fun use of a SCI SixTrak.

Schoenberg might wonder where the other three notes went.

Evan drinks with a few friends.

The urbanized flip-side of "a friendly pint." Elle and Evan have very different friends, and hang out in very different places.

Evan tries his hand at horseback riding. The steed gets away from him at one point and runs until it is exhausted.

Elle may be an angel, but she ain't a happy one.

part of a project,imagining what was the music thomas the apostle would have heard when e evangelised the jews of india..?...

by Jack White III

Lost In Translation

A song written and sung by my brother Anthony Sweet. I just added some piano.

based on The White Stripes song. You can hear me sorta break my loop pedal at ~43-44 sec if you listen closely!

God Doesn't Like This Old Thinking

My contribution to the Aural Films Robots! compilation, available here: http://auralfilms.bandcamp.com/album/robots From Cordwainer Smith's Instrumentality series of stories, the Manshonyagger (from the German Menschenjäger, meaning hunter of…