stick sings

Originally a very different song, slowed to a dragging pace and laced with dense moans of twisted agony. There's a little bit of John MacDonald on lead guitar in the build too.

Feeling a little New Order style roadtrip music.

A huge thank you to desoto on this one. The bass propels the listener like riding a wave while the flute cuts your mind loose in the atmosphere.

I stole some words from a poem by Sudara for this one. "Stretch this moment into minutes, hours, days or years" became a defining phrase in this album.

My goal is to embed this song in your brains.

A very old song that I should have heeded long ago.

Another thanks to Desoto for giving this song some necessary atmosphere.

After I finished collecting and mixing all the trumpet tracks from Montgomeru, I was no longer sure which one of us actually wrote this song.

More Montgomeru on trumpet. The lyrics for this song were written by myself and Mike Connor back when we were Sloth House.

The longing is authentic. What more can I say.

My only regret is that I couldn't get more power into this song, but no amount is enough. Desoto on bass again.

peace...

One night after three month of no rain, as we were driving home from singing at Gringos in Grapevine a splash of water hit the windshield. I said to myself, "Sweet Rain." I went home and wrote the song. It's on the soundtrack of a movie called…

Jeff Archer - Guitar Joe Lafata - Keyboard Bass Matt Stahl - Drums

cyborg jazz from homeless samples, meditation instruction, and glu.

I'm a real fan of broken beat stretching, it makes all your samples raw as gravy. No wait. Phat as gravy, raw as uncooked crack.