Part Of Kitchen Sink, the RPM 2012 album for AMUC.

Part Of Kitchen Sink, the RPM 2012 album for AMUC. It started out as a tribute to the old sci-fi movie, "The Quiet Earth", and became something else. Freesound samples used: 42190__digifishmusic__siiiilence.wav 20765__radian__sorrysorry…

Part Of Kitchen Sink, the RPM 2012 album for AMUC. It's technically "Tobias The Battery-Powered Hermit", but the field wasn't long enough. =)

Part Of Kitchen Sink, the RPM 2012 album for AMUC.

Part Of Kitchen Sink, the RPM 2012 album for AMUC.

Part Of Kitchen Sink, the RPM 2012 album for AMUC. Freesound Samples Used: 18451_zippi1_sound_singing4.wav

Part Of Kitchen Sink, the RPM 2012 album for AMUC. Not sure what genre this would fit into: Experimental Corporate Gothic Steampunk Electro-folk? (Although, I guess the 'experimental' is sort of implied by the rest of the name.)

Part Of Kitchen Sink, the RPM 2012 album for AMUC. Freesound sample used: 41751_digifishmusic_gaaaas.wav

The homophobic Reverend was embroiled in a homosexual sex and crystal meth scandal in 2006. This was my rally song for him. I was hoping he would preach on why it is not bad to be gay. INstead he went and got reprogrammed.

A friend told me about this experience. I cannot name names but he insisted it was a true story. The "Phil" mentioned is not retired Senator from Texas "Phil Graham," I don't care what he says, he was not there: the evidence is conclusive.

After a brief hiatus out in the weeds, I found myself back on my own course, but what to do if the force knocks me off my horse and breaks the resolve of my frame to sustain?

Don Bolles was a newspaper reporter who was killed in Phoenix, Arizona in 1976 while investigating a land deal that was closely tied to the Mafia. He was blown up in front of the Hotel Clarendon, and I had a scary experience at the same hotel…

A true story from a rough week. The window into the soul of a man really does run through the contents of his stomach.

I grew up in Redding, California. That part of Northern California is more like Alabama than it is San Francisco. Hence, it could be called "Calibama."

If you ever drive on Interstate 5 in California, between Sacramento and WIlliams, you will drive by both Arbuckle and College City. This is their song.

Whenever I am at a loss for words and I'm just not sure what to say, I think about how control is an illusion and I say "Ya-ta-hey."

Only the people with problems call after the decent have gone to sleep...

The epic story of an orange fight at a Cal USC game that my family won in spectacular fashion.

"THE Message?" My God.... THE Message? The Message, My MESSAGE After the beep? "Be kind to strangers, and even kinder to those you know and love. That was the best I could do, so now I have the Batman Blues."

A story about a good-natured woman and a bunch of recent parolees from the state prison in Vacaville, California, on a Greyhound bus.

A true story about a transcendent summer job I had with Scott Shoffner.

I spend a night there once, I was dizzy with Hadrian's Blues.

I wrote this song after seeing the man who almost killed me and not acting out all of my revenge fantasies. He was selling TVs at Costco.

The story of a house of ill-repute that met a very bad end.

Big Brother is watching... Time to get paranoid. Rough live studio demo.

A cautionary tale about falling back into addiction. Rough live studio demo.

When you finally realise that that lifelong friend isn't really a friend at all and it's time to say 'goodbye'. Rough live studio demo.

Standing outside, looking in. Keeping people at arm's length until you're sure of their intentions. Rough live studio demo.

and he slept through it all...........

Well do you ??????

She Was........

do it now...........

Just a simple Blues, I'm not a harp player, but I did the best I could, puffed me out !!! Oh yeh don't tell my mate Dave. He plays the harp on all my songs & he'll have guts for garters if he finds out !!!

Special thanks to Dave Desoucey for the bass track.

My groping hand shoved Away once more from delight: Supple joys denied.

A fairly quick rough track of a good idea

Sunlight streaming down. Gentle breeze disturbs new leaves. Spring's awakenings.

Roasting on one side, Freezing on the other side: The joy of campfires.

The coals are red-hot, Nag champa incense burning, Cherry Coke in hand.

The coals are red-hot, Yellow kernels a-roasting, Three ears are ready.

Antidisestab- lishmentarism: too many sylla- (bles?)

"Warren, line three, please." Annoying public address. (He's a busy man.)