Yep.

Last cut on the CD

This is a band I was in for almost 9 years. We were called 3 Ton Jack. Played mostly around the Council Bluffs, IA - Omaha, Ne areas. Singer: James Johnston Guitars/backing vocals: Me Guitars: J.C. Leach Bass: John Schrader Drums: Kevin Corum

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This wsa a collaboration with Launched , who added Bass , Drums and backing Vox

this is the first warm-up part to the lifeless b and lifeless c parts of lifeless a that were cut and layered as well we decided here it sounds extraterrestrial crickets in space 1.

Another song James and I wrote together almost exactly half and half. Vocals: James Johnston guitars/backing vocals: Me other guitars: JC Leach Bass: John Schrader Drums: Kevin Corum

This was a short singer break (where I do some soloing) in one of our first shows for a Birthday Party out of a garage. We called it Funky Chick for a lack of a better name afterwards. Entirely improvised there on the spot. A this time the line…

This was a performance at a place called the Ranchbowl in Omaha, Ne nd yes it was a bowling alley as well. We had some friends in the crowd in this one, you might be able to hear them. :) I believe this was the first and only time we performed…

A small tribute to "Alien" (a horror movie from 1979 directed by Ridley Scott")

This is for everyone who ever gave a hand when they were needed.

I like to play 'hard to get' with people who arn't all that interested in me.

This is for when you get blocked out...

This was the last piece recorded for the album, I wrote it over 10 years ago after the death of my Grandmother. The events of February 22 in my homw town of Christchurch, New Zealand, the earthquake that broke our city, put me in a similary sombre…

Still looking for Miss Right...

I had a go at channeling Ray Charles for this one, I just forgot to channel his talent.

This was originally a much longer gospel style song about meeting the devil at the crossroads and selling him my car, I got discouraged when I put down the scratch vocals and realised that no ammount of overdubs could possibly make me sound like…

A major thing, This began as I sat down to lunch and did some musing about my old wind-up gramophone, as food poisoning set in I spent the rest of the day lying in bed thinking of lyrics, getting up to type them in, throwing up, and going back…

bonus from yesterday

Inform your decisions All your conditions (But what is the spread, what a sure excuse) desert your ideals For what appeals (So easy to stay undercover girl) Heal Thyself is what you say Lost in thought in the self help section The closer…

Enervate what's in your head No time to talk? A leak instead And yet you wait and yet you wait A break a drain a mottled stain You're Clouding over ambered pain Standing still you're standing still You're never tempted so you've never…

Old school art rock Red clay still shot White board wet rotting fall away No time on the clock It's over mop it up A little left for a holiday Well it's time to stop the routine You might say it just another phase of the game But now…

You are beautifully taken when you have the upper hand when you're in high demand A Lady in Waiting but steady when cloying, precious toying precocious with hunger “Beware” but nobody hears Your wilting complaint "aren't you petty but…

You’re painting a dead end Capturing traces Of throwaway faces You memorize lines You smother your fire To better appeal to the maddening crowd I'm aware Setting you dead to rights when it's easy to blame you for finishing fine When…

There's still a way you rise at dawn Before I feel I don’t belong Before we lock into the worries of the day Yet every morning brings romance A short reprieve a second chance With every heartache comes the hope that I am wrong And…

Falsely You call me Desperately At least when it's my turn quickly You agree You're killing off the ways that you could be Someone who's willing to live Or willing to learn Falsely You call me Desperately At least when it's my turn…

Linda spins without a care Idle thoughts twirling in the air Never quite a mystery Never choosing what she wants to save She escapes substantial loss By adding interest to her cause A little death a shallow say Never paying for her shallow…

I’ve seen the trimmings you destroy The kindness that you avoid Our subtle ways our sad affairs Our vagrant airs dissolve to noise What do you contemplate you're standing still Your posture motivates the scene You still don’t understand…

something (for ImprovFriday 2/24-26/11)

Recorded Oct 2010. It was meant to be a full band pop-rock song. But I started overdubbing on the original exploratory demo I'd done to work out the arrangement (with no click track). I kept coming back to it intending to start afresh... but…

AK wrote this after seeing a photogragh of an American Marine giving cookies to Iraqi Children Done live

This is a live cover of a Ralph Mctell song , telling the story of a coach tour to the seaside town Brighton just before World War 1 , thinking the war would be over in weeks

Reg has got a little soppy since he met his new girl, the widow Desirea. His pretty sure she's the one but the old fears keep rising. He knows he has to put the past behind him if any relationship is ever going to stand a chance of working…

a season in hell by rimbaud,samped and signal-processed,se to music by wordless poem,composed on the roland MC 505 groovebox.