Al : Piano, Vox Jess : Vox

Al : Bass Jess : Guitar, Vox

I was rushing like crazy every time I touched the piano, this one may have been worst. Al : Piano, Vox Jess : Vox

Al : Harmonica Jess : Guitar, Vox

Al : Guitar, Vox Jess : Bass (as drum), Vox

We never did figure out how to replace the dulcimer part from the album. So the end kind of goes without melody... Al : Piano, Vox Jess : Vox

This song featured the biggest screwup of the concert, which was me stopping in surprise when Jess stopped to turn a page. I should have just kept it going, Jess would have got back in. Al : Bass, Vox Jess : Guitar

Al : Piano, Vox Jess : Tambourine, Vox

Al : Piano Jess : Vox

Al : Guitar, Vox Jess : Tambourine, Vox

Al : Piano, Harmonica, Vox Jess : Tambourine, Vox

I forgot to put on my harmonica for this one. So there's a missing solo. Oops. Al : Piano, Vox Jess : Vox

Somehow this outlaw stuff comes out every time i have to do my taxes ...

I really was carrying the ash from the fire out in the dark and looking at the stars and thinking how weird that was - to be throwing the ashes out in the middle of the night and pitch black and everything

has an Alan Watts sample in it that discusses the vanishing of the hand when lacking background. as i wanted to keep my hand, i gave some background to the song, and as a result it is pretty well-layered. i was wondering how you think you write…

All guitars by my good friend Chris Mitchell. I had a chance to record this while I was in Dallas this past Summer. This is a companion piece to my song Secrets from the "Of Sound Mind" album, my RPM 2009 entry.

An instrumental forged from frustration ;-)

Anger....

December will be magic... perhaps

I've alway's loved Ozzy's music, this is one of my Fav's. Everything is done by me, Vocal's, instrument's. The word's I give credit to Ozzy's song from Black Sabbath "Snowblind". I hope you like it..

Watching the snow start to fall....

from the upcoming album "Leaving My Body"

Opened for Hentai Improvising Orchestra at 1919 Hemphill in Fort Worth. A 26 minute piece, I had to edit it down to this because of some nasty noise spikes on the louder bits. So whats left is a very sleepy piece.

When the bombing ends and all that's left is sand and bones and charred remains, what will you think then? Will you call it a win? Or will you lay down and die with all the rest? Its not too late to stop, call this death march to a halt. I promise…

Featuring Mark Treefrog on Hapi Drum

Fourteen days till my ship sets sail, fourteen days of nonstop hail, punchin’ holes in everything I see. Fourteen days of howlin’ wind and rain, fourteen days full of doubt and pain, gnawin’ my guts till finally I’m free. I can’t stop, I can…

A little white house, just off the highway, ghost of a black cat scratchin’ at the door. Old dry well out in the backyard, we just can’t use it anymore. There are some secrets here. Oh, there’s secrets everywhere. I know nothin’ more or less…

Escape!

We are okay to go. As our spirits we are sending ourselves on missions never ending, we are okay to go, we are okay to go. Rainbow colors flashing, astral waters splashing, canopy projected, our spirits are protected, we are okay to go, we are…

Remember, remember love. That’s all we ever really had.

the journey begins...

Traveling past Pluto on our journey through Space, we picked up on sad vibrations coming from the ex-planet and translated them into music.

this is the latest version of our track