waco waco we're all on fire

another lively instrumental with mirth and subversion.

Named after a painting which was named after a lovely little daily ritual I share with my best friend.

tongue in cheek or in somewhere else

I figure if I keep trying long enough, I'll start channeling the great Django Reinhardt. Perhaps it's like squeezing blood from a stone but if I get a drop or two, I'm happy with that!

I live near the beautiful ocean. This is a contemplative moment viewing the ocean from a small bluff. Dobro and mando.

Written with thoughts for Nodar Kumaritashvili who died at the 2010 Olympics. It was a one in a million chance...

But don't answer yet, we will DOUBLE the offer if you call right now...

We play even number of games of backgammon and sometimes it ends in a...

Inspiration for this quick fun one came from Uncommon Ritual and other works by Edgar Meyer: I wanted to take a run of notes across multiple instruments just to have fun!

OK we lost power at a critical point in recording for RPM. This one was written and recorded the day I had to pack up all my recording gear and borrow a room at a local public business which was on a different power grid. The wind had caused some…

columbus skkkked alot of dkkks

this hamburger knows the score

an emmotional storytelling through instrumentalism. a whistle transcends the feeling of an explosive bowel movement. a noisy arcane reduction of bass jagged jarring hook and pursed lipped vocals

sixteen htz: as in the frequency of the majority of the noise in this epoch, reminiscent of kubrick. The frequency is thought to clear up mucus when played on a modified flute

waves that often crash though each other, meow a rythym guitar, hazy and recollected begins to putter in the mid morning. The howling of the wind grows as the guitar becomes frantic then frenzied in a driven pounding of the upper strings, loosely…

million billion stars up in the sky ive got some questions fer you whyve i gotta die whyve i gotta live at all when the world is so riduculous

theres no reason, no reason why this song is so catchy, so sexxxy, no reason at all. it doesn't make sense.

i lay my head down on my pillow outside i can see the evening sky you are just over that Western horizon and i dream that i can fly the earth shakes ' my water breaks we have given birth to something new i see you standing hear before me we…

i actually got to kidnap a real live drunk sax player for this instrumental kick in the face of traditional arrangement.

at heart a skitter bopping rythym guitar, overlayed with punchy kick drums and synthy mods at mid and low frequencies. Churreling winds spring through the upper atmosphere.

a monumentally simple instrumental. that might make you cry.

It's kinda nasty, kinda funny, kinda sad but kinda true.

Ad libitum live recording.

An underwater groove from 2005 recording session.

Written by Daniel Johnston.

it is a strange fetus isnt it doctor? slide guitar and maraca-bongo play in duet on same track.

juniper did not know what i would do to her vocals at the end of this song, but she grew to enjoy it.

your life/is a soft song/ over hard core porn/ on channel one/ sugar smile/ in the milk aisle/ gets yer dog holiday/ you let it out to play/your life/ is a soft song/ over a microphone/ in aisle one/ things of good taste you embrace/ but in your…

of dog whisperers and dcktttkrs slow jam with a sexy lead jimmy buffet acid house music.

a protest song, out of time and space warp. a harmonica predomintates skillfully, while a deep slide guitar bass whizzles around, Her silky voice made distant in a reverb chamber while scant samples patter.

a simple song about a man, a raft, a bottle, and a monkey. Blow me a jungle. guitars shift seamlessy backwards and forwards ina barely accoustic nod while a hapless sailor drifts in and out of consciousness, the water skipping over his toes and…

i dont know why this song is so racist. At least it doesn't have lyrics. The guitar will break your neck if the synth babble doesn t tear you head off first

your 4x4 is my four post bed/ the ruffles and patterns really effed up yer head/in a world of strip malls and choreographed tv brawls/ we grow like a wayward chia/ im so happy to see ya/ the texting is no touching/ and heavy petting means no munching…

so,so vision and quests/choices made/ artillery set/accessories found off a dead mans chest/ nature in pixels/ sight without smells and fingertips felt/ only plastic and components/ binary binds you/binary it blinds you/ the world it waits/ outside…

a spicy latte instrumental. a little chai. a butch looking cheeseburger. now in stereo

cute and casio

lyrics by juniper arrangemnt by juniper, vocals by hot wheels.

that mood is so scary/comes forth quickly/ like im a spooked animal/ I know you have been domesticated/ through centuries/ so what possession/ telltale twitch jettisoned... There lurks something about/ spillings of toxic oil/ crytalline liquid…

can you justify reality?