Here is a latest genre ready to rejoice you with its melodious tone that will give a sensational effect on your ears. It has a very futuristic tone and the singer has got a very tuneful voice.

Poetic reading of poem by GOING UP friend Tom...about going to school.

The Boogieman tboudreau I just might be hiding behind your bedroom door you might find me lying under your bed, down on the floor You swear you hear the creekin' coming up the stairs you got your eye on the peep-hole and nobody's there…

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A demonstration of the "glissando" technique of dragging a finger across a conga head. (Original Lynch song: "Stranger Than Friction")

In case you are in the mood today to kick some ass with Mike and me. Congas, Vintage Bass Cocktail Drum, Bongos, and (of course) Cowbell. Concept=>Drive=>Plan=>Engagement. 6/8

Music: Steffen Offermann & Calvin Rainwater; Lyrics: Calvin Rainwater Drums: Francesco Corrias; Vocals: Calvin Rainwater; Bass: Alberto P.; Guitars: Jeff Chalpan, Frank Zax

The guitarist started this one out as a love song, but it became something much different.

The bass player for this one isn't a Prood...thanks for the inspiration Steve.

This is a song that is sang by our piano player, backup singer, and occasional song leader Amber Hannah. Amber is a part of the Sunday morning worship team as well as the Wednesday night worship team.

1-2-3-4 this isn't working

mixed tuning improv for Sound-In 7/9-11, 2015

This was the result of a recent EM class. We had to combine audio and digital instruments. The two classical guitar tracks are of course the audio portion. Used Logic X for the other instruments. Hope you enjoy.

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Sadly, Annie and Allan are now divorced... The games are over... Annie & Allan Annie and Allan were having a problem Made a decision to go their own ways Annie and Allan made an announcement Not even knowing how it saddened…

A song about a free-falling ego-maniac... You said "ha" And we said "ah" Now no one knows How high you are And you said "ha" You were a star A meteor Now we don't see You anymore And you said "ha" How wonderful you are You're…

They tore down the theater, now there's nothing to do on those summer days, well anyways...Who cares? We all drink black coffee, and we smoke and we talk about poetry, philosophy and fear...as days fly by another wasted year. I finally left…