Format Sea - Part Two Based on the age-old concept that a person is born anew every seven years. It's technically meant in terms of physiology - you develop all new bones/muscle/fat in a seven year period. I kind of add a spiritual/alien abduction…

The monitors of the omniverse are bored out of their mind, and wish something would happen to break the monotony. There are some things that transcend the laws of physics - Murphy's Law is one of those things. ---- May be a little soft for…

Even the cosmos needs system maintenance. When its IT department decides to delete something, sometimes that something doesn't want to go without a fight. Even computer viruses will do what they can to avoid the reaping hand of a virus checker…

The cosmic equivalent of standing on a ledge and jumping off, except, like Mr. Hawking established, black holes sometimes regurgitate their meals - the original matter is usually corrupted in the process. --- From the RPM 2009 album: "Like A…

Recorded for the 2009 RPM Challenge.

Recorded for the 2009 RPM Challenge.

Album: Burned My Feet On Meat Street

It's not much of a life trapped inside a cocoon of your own making. Finale from "Dead In The Water" album. A longer track, but it's worth the time to fully digest.

Complete crap. I had ten minutes to quickly record a track to meet the album in a day challenge. =)

Jane Doe recollects the night before, as fractured thoughts loop on the damaged neurological hardware.

I’ve settled the score; it’s settled Stay there on the floor my mettle’s shown to you Get him alone - you might make something Get him alone - you might make something true to you to you to you There is no more turning back There…

How can a moonbeam resound in silence The single point when your face hits the light How can a glimmer, an iris orientation revise our whole night Alright I know just what I will do I’ll make a puzzle with you It doesn’t matter what’s…

Where you put your nose is plain to see Plainly out, a dunce conspiracy Who’d say no to power, bro? Can’t you see we’re waiting out this clock? Who’d be there to stop him, then? Our red lines are more like moving dots You are not the victim…

Lyrics by Daniel W. Farrow, IV ------------------------------------------------ Time to roll the dice, And spin the spinner. Keep playing cards ‘til there’s a winner. Players are gathered And the board is set. Lay down your money To…

Mixed and Edited in Logic Pro ... Recorded Violin into the Modular (Clouds) with some Custom Percussion Samples the side to add to the Chaos

Apparently motorists weren't fond of loopty-loops or hazardous jumps over bottomless pits. The traffic designer was perplexed, given how well such things worked in a Hot Wheels setting. Still, he accepted the feedback, and digitally erased…

a one way space flight. sketching with synthesizer, sampler and guitar in the basement as a snowstorm approaches