How I love those old songs, Thanks Micky

End Game - W/M by OsCKilO -Lyrics- Love, Rythem, Life, Rythem! They said no masks on my way inside. Love, Rythem, Life, Rythem! Eyes to the right as they fake a smile Copy, paste selected. Can't hear life over click tone. Battle…

I found one of these for $6 at Goodwill and used it with pianoteq to improvise Just a Moment

A combination of two fairly ridiculous ideas I had: 1) write a hardcore punk song, and 2) get an entire song's lyrics via opening various books I own and turning them to page 37.

feed back delay loops making the beats bounce sorta all supernova II work :)

So this is the rad one it may remind you of the raw one but this is dualling raw effects from audacity well the audacity of it all.

~for all the elves out of nowhere~ She dances, gracefully moving along a branch of the tree elf. She is dancing on the moon's path, alone... Galadriel was proud, strong, and selfwilled... From her earliest years she had a marvellous gift of…

Live recorded at Coffee At The Point with myself and Paul Mimlitsch playing electric guitars Paul is playing an ES-175 and myself playing a Fender Stratocaster.

Live recording at Coffee At The Point with myself and Paul Mimlitsch playing electric guitars Paul is playing an ES-175 and myself playing a Fender Stratocaster.

Live recording at Coffee At The Point with myself and Paul Mimlitsch playing electric guitars Paul is playing an bass clarinet and myself playing a Fender Stratocaster.

Live recording at Michelangelo's. Paul Mimlitsch playing an ES-175 and myself playing a Goodall 12 string.

Live recording at Michelangelo's. Paul Mimlitsch playing an ES-175 and myself playing a Goodall 12 string.

from the album "Uniform" she hides her heart under the pillow waiting for the good fairy to come replace this worn and broken thing with a heart that can feel again she's never sure which night will be her lucky one but she anticipates…

from the album "Uniform" she hides her heart under the pillow waiting for the good fairy to come replace this worn and broken thing with a heart that can feel again she's never sure which night will be her lucky one but she anticipates…

from the album "Uniform" she hides her heart under the pillow waiting for the good fairy to come replace this worn and broken thing with a heart that can feel again she's never sure which night will be her lucky one but she anticipates…

from the album "Uniform" she hides her heart under the pillow waiting for the good fairy to come replace this worn and broken thing with a heart that can feel again she's never sure which night will be her lucky one but she anticipates…

from the album "Uniform" she hides her heart under the pillow waiting for the good fairy to come replace this worn and broken thing with a heart that can feel again she's never sure which night will be her lucky one but she anticipates…

from the album "Uniform" she hides her heart under the pillow waiting for the good fairy to come replace this worn and broken thing with a heart that can feel again she's never sure which night will be her lucky one but she anticipates…

from the album "Uniform" she hides her heart under the pillow waiting for the good fairy to come replace this worn and broken thing with a heart that can feel again she's never sure which night will be her lucky one but she anticipates…

from the album "Uniform" she hides her heart under the pillow waiting for the good fairy to come replace this worn and broken thing with a heart that can feel again she's never sure which night will be her lucky one but she anticipates…

from the album "Uniform" she hides her heart under the pillow waiting for the good fairy to come replace this worn and broken thing with a heart that can feel again she's never sure which night will be her lucky one but she anticipates…

from the album "Uniform" she hides her heart under the pillow waiting for the good fairy to come replace this worn and broken thing with a heart that can feel again she's never sure which night will be her lucky one but she anticipates…

From a idea born in the mind of Greg Connor, who wrote half the words. I supplied the tune,at his behest. Perhaps someday he will take it up and add his accents to it.

A mashup with Roger Sundström Bouzouki, Soundscpaing Joel Sutton (Lost Love) Kavin Allenson (Alnilam) Paul H. Muller (Quiet Evening) Benjamin Smith (Ben.improv.Feb.16.2012) Diego Monroy (Piano Improvisation) for ImprovFriday 2012-02-18

A song about vanity and how it can drive one to a false sense of supremacy and righteousness … and how the simplicity of the forces of nature can challenge this predicament … I've been messing with the scale and tempo of this tune for the past…

Words: // Does it help you sleep? I don't bother to check Which way the wind blows I already know it's against me Anyway that I want to go // Does it help you sleep? I don't bother to check Which way the wind blows I already know it's against…

Words: I know, I know, I know what you need Dose of reality is never what it seems // Facing up to pain // Just makes pain your game // Come out with me // Let's party all night long Tired of dwelling On everything that's wrong It's time to…

About making love to your cell phone. Audio is a little strong in the mix. But Hay. I made this song in 2 hours.

About getting a Fish Fry.

Got more and more interested in shoegaze/uplifting indie/electronic music e.g. M83 or //orangenoise, so I tried to compose a bit. Really pleased with the result :D

I've always loved Trip-hop, it feels so... self-centered, like an idea that has been self-conspired and wrapped in unhackable personal meanings. And the amazing atmospheres. So why not a conspiring trip-hop song?! Kennedy's speech was suggested…

Inspired by Jesu. I find them a bit monotonous occasionally, but I have to admit their sound is something amazing. Heavy distorted guitars actually making music that is not overly dramatic, coupled with right synths?! So I felt like recreating…

A Barren electric guitar that sounds as if it has been going through a broken amp. And complimenting synths and percussion. In retrospect, it sounds a bit similar to Trent Reznor's work, but I have always been a fan of his music so no surprise.

Ghani Khan was an amazing poet and I'm always awed by his descriptions and sincerity. And I don't even speak his language! Please read his poetry at http://www.pashtoonkhwa.com/files/books/ghanikhan_poetry.pdf (it has translations) if you like…

Stoner music <3 or psychedelic, or whatever. I just love simple clean as can be allowed electric guitar noodling. Down tune guitars, and just pour your heart out on the harmonic minors. This was done after hours of colour haze on repeat. zone&hellip;

+10 if you got the pointer from the title. If you didn't, it's referring to Isis' In The Absence of Truth. I wanted to make something heavy, but when it was finished I was pretty distraught at how much 'inspiration' this track had from one of&hellip;

Boards of Canada. Tycho. How much can I mimic their sound and not get called out? That was my worry here (again). In the end, it is not that much of a imitation ^_^ the synths played out way more aggressively, reminded me of those hard electro&hellip;

A mashup with Roger Sundström Fender Stratocaster, Soundscaping Steve Layton (Organic 1) Steve Moyes (Market day) for ImprovFriday 2012-02-18

My hands are trembling. It’s about to begin. Slow and predictable, the waves vibrate the ground. The entry is innocuous enough, like a distant bass rumble of a party 3 blocks away, but it seeps inside. And thus begins the delight. Wait, why&hellip;

Once I followed them. I didn’t want to be disappointed again. No idea how it happened. They probably let me. Or maybe I let them, still haven’t figured that out yet. Ended up in large, crowded hall, with everyone singing praises to their deity&hellip;

I detest groups. It removes individualism from thoughts, and adds a false sense of comfort and ultimately dependence. They might be essential, for efficiency, for communication, but they should not be celebrated as much. Or maybe it’s just misanthropy&hellip;

Well, that didn’t help. Gives me time to think more though. Seem to be standing in an endless grey mist, in puddles of water that don’t feel wet. Nothing good came of this. You know those dreams you have, your ambitions of being the best, when&hellip;

It’s either an importance of worth, or an importance of a sacrifice to the worth. But, the important bit doesn’t go away. Is that a compulsion? No clue. Maybe my misanthropy is a result of feeling more important than society. Maybe the clue to&hellip;

There’s so much going on right now. And we just take it in. I mean, just stop. Pause. Look at what you are doing. How are you doing this? How does one understand? Associate? Years ago, I saw munchkins. In a famous film. And they were funny&hellip;

The wind roars. The night is pitch-black. The rails wet. Ideal. I thought it would be harder. Perhaps it is only as hard as one deems it to be. It approaches. I am terrified, but it needs to be done. I let out everything that is human, as a&hellip;