Featuring Chris Mitchell on lead guitar and bass. Sambo Bradley on the drums. R2D2 on navigations. Stay on target.

Don't drown yourself in your sorrow.

I been walkin' since 3 am From Empire to Birmingham An' now I'm headed down Vulcan Lane Kudzu eatin' the road away Air ain't friendly, skies are gray An' things round here don't seem the same If there's one thing for sure that's true…

A true story. They tried to scare me with it.

um. well, yeah.

I hear the sound of one heart breaking an I wonder whose it is then I come to realize I'm the only one there is oh how'd I get so far away how has it come to this of all the things I've had and lost there's only one I really miss…

breathe in... breathe out breathe in... breathe out take a look at at me tell me what you see now

you say i got no reason to be here knockin' on your door i guess ya had no reason to think you might see me anymore hey I got some news for you yes i do y'know i seen a lot of different things through these two eyes i've heard…

I know you, you're a dangerous curve I see you, but I'm not gonna swerve No, no, no, I know you You're a dangerous curve But I'm not gonna swerve Not on this dangerous curve Slow, slow Take it slow on the road as we go I know…

Today sucked. I had been working on a longer post to explain it. But I'll basically just sum it up as follows [*ed. note:* consider that this was the *shorter* version. Haha]: * I live in a part of town where noisy neighbors are a problem…

A sort of parodic theological dispute in French. Words and music by Laurent Leemans. From the 2003 album "Glad to find you well"

Song from 2007 when I went under the name Mantraversal.

Recently revisited track from about 2006-2007.

Added with funky drums and bass

this song reflects how i feel staring out my window today

A song that I started a few days ago. Completed it today.

tune in (or out)

play along ...

watch your step ...

... or you may fall

could be painful ...

... so think next time

sampled: some opera record, a tibetan bells record, bill cosby live, the twinkle brothers - faith can move mountain.

Bits and Pieces

Executed entirely upon the Roland JX-3P if I recall correctly. The title refers to the three interwoven harmonic lines.

I wrote this while my mother was terminally ill. She had three stays at Sisters of Providence in Portland at the end of her life. Real-life events did not have the rosy outcome I was hoping for.

drone (noun) plural: drones 1. a low continuous humming sound. a monotonous speech. a continuous musical note, typically of low pitch. a musical instrument sounding a continuous note. 2. a male bee in a colony of social bees. a person…

All Korg M1, I think.

Hey, kid. Find my Facebook page and click "Like," will ya? Actually, I don't have a Facebook page.

Perhaps inspired by a misremembered line of T.S. Eliot? I thought the line was, "I have measured out time in teaspoonfuls." The proper line is "I have measured out my life in coffee spoons." Oh well. I like my bungled line better.

Everyone is so full of it these days. Know what I mean?