our softy

our last tune, some rock and roll "a body on fire really fills the cheap seats"

Electro-like remix that I entered into a contest organized by the Dutch radio station SlamFM. Since none of my inquiries where ever answered, I'm uploading the full thing now. Also to put it into perspective, this is the original: http://www…

from my upcoming album "Leaving My Body"

from Leaving My Body

In the mid nineties, Steve worked as a voiceover artist, primarily on relaxation tapes. A handful were released on an independent record label in Norway. Here's an example - it's episode three, entitled 'Slow Down'.

In the mid nineties, Steve worked as a voiceover artist, primarily on relaxation tapes. A handful were released on an independent record label in Norway. Here's an example - it's episode three, entitled 'Slow Down'.

Got the sniffles? Surrounded by scrunched-up Kleenex (with added Balsam)? Generously applied Vaporub? This song is how you feel.

A tribute to the self-indulgent blog(ger).

Life session: Your Life Is My Punishment play their new track 'Negative/Positive'

Live session: Chronic Underpass play their latest track, 'Sex With Girls'

Just to see if we could. We sort of could.

Pipe Organ Music Is Fun!

Unexplained Fibrous Growths

A Happy Centurion Is A Loyal Centurion

You Can See Your Home In The Hazy Distance But No Matter What You Can Never Get Any Coser

For Anton And Victoria,May Anubis Grant Them Eternal Life And Love

I Sure Do Love Creepy Organ Sounds

When Something Changes For The Worst

Song For Asylums

When You Worship Her Like A Goddess And She Feels Nothing But Cruel Disdain For You

Loss Of Identity,Blending,Fading,Meshing In With The Forgotten

Short Rock bed I did for a music library submission ages ago...

A hymn with a melody of Celtic origin.

It hasn't been possible for me to record or write anything for the last couple months, so I decided mine the archives once again. Here's a set of Irish jigs I recorded in my basement...ok, one ot the tunes is call "Happy to Meet" (the first I…

You crawl out of bed on a Saturday morning and things are quiet, things are good. The techno: This was (accidentally) inspired by sandbags who was wrestling with MIDI and automation in Live. In trying to help I built up a thing where I had…

A schmalzy omage to Robin Guthrie.

star just a star on a sheep on the side of a car and the picture in your hand from a distant land with a story can't believe this is happening to me another mediocre man trapped in a master plan it's really not the star but the dream inside…

wonderland what is the sound of the last few minutes of life she said I wouldn't feel a thing, but women lie what is the color of the last thing you'll ever see frozen for all eternity and these things inside my brain tell a wicked tale and…

shell this place is where you started from, nowhere I hear it's really beautiful when the snow falls this is where you hide away, miles away from the world this is how to forget it all and everyone is kept far away you cannot touch, you cannot…

sheepmandance in my dreams I hear her calling from somewhere far away I don't even know what to call her but I think it sounds like rain so I took a train ride to the other side to see what I could see and wound up here at the dolphin hotel and…

awake was it her i followed, around the other day? in the diner, on the sidewalk, i really can't say this somewhere neverwhere i swear i saw her, i swear quit dreaming, wide awake 10 minutes reconstructing her ghost inside of me 5 minutes swimming…

A song written earlier today. Lyrics were provided by my friend, Faye Tudor.

Another rock ballad. Lyrics by Gordy Macdonald.

A little something that came out of playing with the Max4Live content. The guitar sound, which I'm particularly happy with is a combination of my GT-10, CamelSpace and the M4L buffer shuffler.

windup I'm feeling something's come over me I'm feeling something's not quite right the phone is screaming like an orphan the cat is nowhere in sight the empty box is on the table you've seemed to disappear as well the windupbird is making noises…

sumire she's in love with a woman, calls me at 3 am to tell me that and her French is getting better and she's dressing like a lady too bad it's wasted on a married woman, with no desire either way did you ever see anyone shot by a gun without…

a boy named crow there has to be more to this than metaphors if i were you and you were lost without me this sadness is bigger than the truth and i could walk right through you driving towards my destiny my misery and purpose left, to exaggerate…

afterdark midnight is approaching, the city still alive moaning and blinking and on into the night downtown, afterdark someone is reading, someone needs a light someone is hustling, and someone starts a fight downtown, afterdark a boy…

As You Go...You Shall Not Go Empty!!

Insprired by a cold day in mid December

Wash Park is short for Washington Park. It's the neighborhood that I live in.

I don't recall exactly how this composition came about. It was one of the earlier ones recored on the CD. At the time that I organized the CD I comtemplated leaving it off. However I find myself including it when I perform. I believe that…

This track is off of the first CD. It's the first recorded composition that I did that only has a solo guitar.