Yeah. I know French. Sure. Croissant voulez-vous.

The flute sound hurts my brain now. Can't remember why I was so fond of it.

This song IS autobiographical. I been thinkin about what they call the best-case scenario And it's 20 more years of this shit, don't you know dealing with stuff I don't give a damn about in return for a certain pecuniary amount ref: can't…

Come interact with my organ. J.P. Miglionico - wah-pedal Lee Shreve - Vocals

From the vault of early computer recordings. It was in WAV format til I converted it to mp3. $10 LabTech mic,brand new strings.

releasing my inner ozzy and tony iommi. had lots of fun with this one. started as a little middle of jam practice thing at the end of january. boy it took off. the whole band live on this one! this song is dedicated to Moschell, who motivated…

language and communication john lydon told me the written word is a lie so likewise the recorded sung or spoken word say i on the table there sat a cat or a telephone what shape was the table? what was the name of the cat…

Apocrypha is a progressive rock song in the sense of Rush more than ELP or Yes. I had come up with the guitar and via my GR-20 the strings - everything else you hear was performed by my long time collaborator Frank Miller (Phantasm777) - so that…

I've never felt such a need to apologize for a track as this one. Take that as a warning.

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…

Sometimes you gotta show New Hampshire a little love.

In the old days you could dodge the collectin man if your money wasn't right.Nowadays they can remotely shut off your lights,cable,internet-put your stuff out on the curb. So this is a bittersweet trip down nostalgia lane.

It's a small song about a blurred childhood memory of a night in the woods when a wild boar made us run home in panic. The monster came through the ground Across the glade we ran There was a sense we felt again - never felt again.

1pm on Sunday. I'm not back in work until Tuesday. We've just had a delicious roast dinner that I cooked, and the glass of wine we had with it is helping it go down. As a crisp February sun twinkles through the window I realise that for the first…