song sketch

I found a picture in my mother's high school yearbook that demanded I explain my reaction to myself. This is what i came up with. OH, JIMMY Capo @ 3 Key C (slow) C Em F…

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juno di cheap strat copy and recorded on the boss micro br sober. well hallelujah i don't believe it it's so peculiar it's so peculiar well bless me jesus i've not seen that before our eyes decieve us our eyes decieve us when you…

Just a quick test of my new mic and recording setup.

This was written at a time when things weren't going so well for me. This will be my last upload until after the RPM Challenge. The jeans are worn but they're clean. The shirt is frayed at the elbows. The shoes are dull, lost their sheen…

Music and lyrics by me. Hope you enjoy. :) --- In time I'll fall apart, And you can watch it all with dried up eyes. Our life revolves around a worsening reflection of how helpless we are. Lights out. I don't want to talk about…

Oh mama, there’s a battle in my head A raging fight About good and evil day and night and wrong and right Do I follow my instinct Without reason Is the truth just a word For an act of treason Am I whistling in darkness Or blinded by the light…

~ Memories long in music sleeping, No more sleeping, No more dumb: Delicate phantoms softly creeping Softly back from the old-world come. Faintest odours around them straying, Suddenly straying In chambers dim; Whispering silks in order…

A song about unemployment that I did a bad job of recording, then i had another go and it didn't come out how i wanted so i said OH FORGET IT and so here is the rough version.

Sesame Street characters wearing blue/red bandanas, sagging pants, flashing fictitious gang signs and driving Muppet low-riders. Yeah.

The man in black fled across the desert... and the gunslinger followed.

Another quick record for my mother, although I did spend a bit more time on this one.

Most young people will know what this means. If you don't, you're already online so look it up.

Earl sagged in the saddle. As his faithful horse plodded along, he left a trail of blood behind, darkening the parched desert sand. The empty revolvers in Earl's holsters had dispatched a band of cattle thieves. As the last bit of life drained…

About 30 small faces are upturned to a screen where a film is playing. On the screen, children exit a bus just as they had done a short time before.

In the dank darkness, you can just barely make out the shapes of spiders. They can't be spiders, though: They're too big!

Flying jaggedly through the air, Abigail barely clings to her broom. the black cat behind her has dug his claws deep into the business end of her broom. Dark and kvlt she may be, but this witch has had a few too many cocktails.

These massive, scaly beasts try their best to tread lightly: a nearly impossible task.

Deep in the Louisiana bayou, a voodoo priestess swats at small flying shapes. Their normally bright rainbow colors deadened into shades of grey.

A song about what it's like for me to live in your world.

An attack made on the pearly gates. Special guest drummer Ron Lockwood.

When employed at Wal-Mart, CSM is the acronym for Cock Sucking Motherfucker.

My albino rat was named tttee and she was cool. Then my friend gave me rats. O.k., now I've got 3 rats. Then they procreated. Having 23 rats was not so cool.

DISCLAIMER: I have never been to Texas, nor have I done any of the things mentioned in this song. I do not suggest that anyone do these things.

A long line of Harleys parked in front, a jukebox full of country music and not a sober customer in the place.

Jimmy's dad stands beside his son who is overjoyed to be seated on a wooden horse attached to a rotating platform. Old people really seem to like this "diddy".

Annoyingly happy.

My first "crying in your beer" suicide inducer track.

This one sat around for quite a while collecting dust until I picked it up a couple days ago and started tinkering with it. I think I like it.

Noodle: verb. To play an aimless and improvised guitar solo. Jam: verb. To play improvised music as a group.

Imagine, if you will, yourself sitting in a Chinese tea house. Cherry blossoms are falling outside and nearby, there is a small stream. You are totally at peace when the tea ceremony commences.

A friend once took me to a Hindu temple. We sat on the floor for a while as the religious leader chanted and burned incense. This was followed by an uncomfortable tour of the place. Our tour guide then said "You should go get some food.". It was…

I really don't know what to say. This is what comes out when I sit in front of my computer.

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