Back to the experimental music lab for me. What do you get when you cross a conga and a spatula, a water jug and a dance loop? ...This!

This is our newbie attempt to do a ROCK song. This is the last song written for the demo. This wasn't planned so it's kinda a VERY rough version. This was actually written the day we entered studio and was finished there.

This is a dedication to all the thirsty/ desperate people in the world that throw themselves at the opposite sex. Enjoy.

A little crot about a father and son supplementing their income. The state police see it another way.

Music that makes the world smile!!!

My dedication to the war in Iraq. We need peace!!!!

another electronic piece reminiscent of the avant garde. I use this piece, with another 20 measures of the percussion only at the end, as a calming meditation, although it does have a few not so calming moments. I hope you enjoy it.

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a spatula rhythm track slowed down really slow, synth, guitars and some bent like hell made up language.

just spatula drummin' with minimal eq and reverb adjustments. The filtered flange sound you are hearing is %100 real since learning a new technique. This is going to become a project I am working with others on to build a drum attachment or a…

US>YOU

Not really sure how to describe this one. Kind of dark. Kind of crazy. Not sure if this one fits into any genre.

this is a song that I made for the ladies to twerk to. I bet you can't twerk to this. Its got a raggae tone/ jamaican feel to it.

This song was put together in only two hours beat freeflow the whole deal

Album: the pleasure is all mine Artist's description: piano improvisation focusing on various non-dominant sevenths

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vaksy

give it up for cryptic meadows on everything, written, and performed by cryptic meadows, jazzercised by Hot Wheels Spaulding, this IS THE REMIX!

No compressors, no nothing. Needs lots of cleanup. Should stay well below 4 minutes. Hope you like it though...

my final track

A hint of mystery.

this is literally an audio sample of me eating a crunchy hor'd'ourves. Synthed to divine irrecognizability..it has become a song. about chewing with your mouth open.

stuck in this brief eternal moment a looped film almost noticeable against a quick, slicing glare on a window reenacting the preserved outline of a robot’s unnecessary duty proficient mechanized work whore

old, but nice!

This is the wish of every traveling musician who has a loved one at home.

god bless alonetone