Come a little bit closer Closer, skin to skin Your lace, your satin and your leather boots Are driving me insane Your silhouette against the moonlight From across the block Like smoke rises from a cigarette Rises while you rock The way you strut…

This is a really cheesy poem I wrote, interpreted in a non-cheesy way (ie distortion and screaming)

And so ends another album. Tried something different again ^_^ PS. I'm sure I've heard this kind of tune before, probably a cowboy flick, so if it turns out to be way too 'inspired' by some song, please let me know and I'll mention it here. And…

Pop song about being single, going out to clubs, etc

a sound render made with coagulalight from the very fine fractal graphic by guenter glaeser (best regards)'klimperei'.

a sound render made from guenter glaeser's computergraphic 'palinguraz' at ImprovFriday (s. www.improvfriday.com )... best regards!

Just 1 of the 1st songs I ever wrote, hope u likey

created here at the new midi working station woots

The amazing pianist (Jens Sweeting) wrote "Clutch" which is the 2nd half of the head (the fast be-bop melody). Dylan is playing drums, Tito Vallejo on bass, and I'm playing Hammond Organ (w/ leslie). Here's a rough mix of what we recorded in…

the forth podcast that I did.

Random chromatic notes and 2 loop channels :D

Acoustic punk song, about 'one of those days' and being in 'one of those moods'.

I edited the original because it was a bit long and it didn't need to be that length, so I chopped the 'crap' bits out, they had served their purpose. The Vagrant Suite Well the streets are always crowded So I got myself a little place All my…

The clue is in the title...140 bpm folks!

A mashup with Roger Sundström Guitar, Soundscapes Paul H. Muller (Into the Night) Peter Thörn (Ends Meet) Lydia Busler-Blais (Why Giraffes Eat Trees) for ImprovFriday 2012-04-14

A song about always thinking others have it better.

Artist: Eminem

Don't know any jazz, but I would really like to pretend!

Jip and JB in the Jipster studio, sitting down with guitars and a few beers, and many laughs. It was almost abandoned at one point, but we pressed on. Here's the result. I don't think the mouse has a name.