If you can't guess where I got this one, well . . . (c) 2012 T.A.Beckett Do you know me? No credit card have I. You might not know my name But look me in the eye. Do you know me? The Stones didn't sing about me. Lucifer is not my name. No…

This is a groovy pop song I made for a little EP I'm going to be releasing, and I'm pretty proud of it so far. It's inspired by my love of artists like Of Montreal and Beck.

For my beautiful wife Jenny.

for the "pure improvisation" theme at improv Friday. Synthstation and loop pedal. http://improvfriday.com/forum/topics/improvfriday-event-for-april-19-21-2012

for the "pure improvisation" theme at improv Friday. Synthstation and loop pedal. http://improvfriday.com/forum/topics/improvfriday-event-for-april-19-21-2012

coagulalight sound-render of guenter glaeser's 'imwald' fractal graphic at ImprovFriday... my contribution to 'pure improvisation' for this friday.

pure improvising on 'brusstrokix'... kind of a vst-thereminoid soundpainting toy/tool :))... just for fun&ImprovFriday competition :))

A little demo

Decided to keep the rough copy as it is.

Remembering this little tune from my childhood, I sang it for my five year old son.

demoing a song for the band.

from the rest of the moody playlist, at least.

This was stuck in my head for at least a year, no idea why. But, I can't invest in a whole full 'track' of it because I dunno how. Maybe later I'll come back to it, but for now a nice mellow tune will do.

Just a song about nothing really

...and it comes full circle.

My tribute to Levon Helm. I pass the banks of the river Trying to catch up with your life The way you sang the weight, the shivers Still run up and down my spine Let us dance one last waltz In the dimming of the day Can you hear Anna Lee’s…

Produced in December 2011

Recorded and produced: 01-02/2010

Produced in October 2011

New music

It’s been a year, four months and a day Since that time you slipped away Disappeared right out of sight Where do you lay your head, my dear, tonight? Empty stations, all alone Beaten, hungry to the bone You lost the sparkle in your eyes Oh can…