more old old tape of a live performance

Well big E wanted to get involved with the Bass fest over at Songcrafters who was Reg to deny him…………...

A blessing of rain. improv on fretless junk strat

Written by Scots Fiddler, Niel Gow after his wife died in 1805. I play it here on an alto recorder with accompaniment on a ukulele

i'm scared of swimming in the sea dark shapes moving under me every fear i swallow makes me small inconsequential things occur alarms are triggered memories stir it's not the way it has to be i'm afraid of what i do not know i hate…

It's been awhile since I've posted anything. I relocated to Hawaii and had to leave most of my studio and instruments behind, so I have nothing to make new music with. However, I did discover an old track while un-packing and consolidating my…

Dean and Kartik on Veena Track 3 of 3

Dean and Kartik on Veena Track 2 of 3

Having a bit of an identity crisis.. not sure what I'm doing musically at the moment and here's the proof. Now mixed a little better. I can't think of anything worth saying I can't think of any other way to say it I can't think of anything…

The first of an album of collaborations with Freight Drive Reprobates. I'm interested to see what we come up with next. Enjoy! Music: FDR Lyrics/vocals: LJ Space marquees They made a marquee on the Moon They filled it up with candle…

Made as a part of the Songcrafters.org Suggestfest. Suggested by PeteC. I've done a Depeche Mode song before but wouldn't have thought of doing this one. Actually the words for this are poignant at the moment because I have a 4 month old daughter…

Muted sounds spreading like a wave, going through the matter, piercing the atoms, then carry on to infinity.

A spacecraft is taking off. Another one is just landing. Billion of people are crowding the streets, full of flying cabs, waiting for tourists from everywhere in the galaxy. "Welcome in Tau Ceti" says a female voice.

You are entering the 7th Dimension, Where you'll have no identity And no memory of the past You'll have no thought of the future Here, you'll become one And exist in the All

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Shared this in church yesterday.

The band (accrington stanley) have been playing a storming version of this live, but we haven't recorded it yet and there's something about this demo that I like too. It's a jangly/indie/tuneful thing about male insecurity...

Calumniate IA. on a cold day,in hazy eons past.

Are you on the train to work? I am! And this is what it sounds like!

Lyrics: You can't put a price on my head No you can't put a price on my head I don't like the way I've been led So why can't I just bite the hand? Why can't I just bite the hand Why can't I just bite the hand If lies are all that I will…

The original by Breaking Light is here: http://alonetone.com/breakinglight/tracks/ssum092113editwvideo I loved it and just wanted to add some minor synth/vocal touches and make it even spacier. Thanks Kavin!

Live In Jombang - Jawa timur supported by RASSTA Multimeddia - NV Audio

Live In Kedung Gabus - Bandar Kedungmulyo - Jombang

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The Way I'm Being Led Middle of the road I try to decide a way to be, traffic lights stuck on red all roads signed 'no entry' The roads are dangerous. The flowers by the roadside did not grow there. Someone placed them. I get in…

Drifting and wandering into old and retro synths.

Special guest: Ryan West on vocals.

A new song from my shed. Quite pleased with the chord progressions in this one...

Another work from two years ago, this is a cover from Audioslave.

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Just some noodling

An early morning connection to the sounds, Thanx for Tuning in. "G"

Adventures in Honky T honk ,never land.

Reg is spending too much time in the cellar watching the news on TV, reading the papers and conspiracy theories on the internet. He's started to get Paranoid…he's come up with his own conspiracy theory…i keep telling him he's just paranoid…

rock blues drum and bass

Inspired by a woman's labor movement in the early part of the 20th century and a related poem by William Oppenheim.

A taste of Latin percussion with a touch of blues. Subtle end times lyrics.