I was going through a tough time while I was making this, and it took 2 painful weeks to put it all together. This is my most recent work, and it's an ode to my oh so broken heart. Enjoy

Another Fast Electronica piece. God I love FL Studios.

I was going to do vocals for this one, but I haven't come up with a good melody yet.

I had a bad break up. LYRICS: In the dust of our mistrust I could swear it's gone I can cry myself to sleep if I want In the wake of this heartbreak I could think you'd care You only want what you want That's not fair No more…

Perfect paranoia is perfect awareness. LYRICS: Notice the world getting worse not better White men in sheets decide the weather and whether or not to eat the weak Inherit the mighty from the meekest Federal agents tracking the phone…

I spent a lot of time alone driving around the Dakotas in the winter. I remember standing, looking out at a perfectly level horizon: all white below, all blue above.

The first song I ever wrote.

I'm not a fan of judgmental people.

Kind of Foo Fightery. One of the first songs I wrote.

This is the second version I've done of this. Finally tidied up the audio on this one and suddenly it's more like a song. * updated 9-16-12

For the record, the verses are in 7/8 time. LYRICS: This is the last time that I try this This is the final first attempt and if I fail in my endeavor Nobody can claim that I am heaven sent Still not as bad as the civil war inside…

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....

My 2009 Christmas Challenge song. It's rough around the edges and I didn't have a drumset, so fake drums, but all in all, not a bad little diddy. enjoy!

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…