Being the victim

Watching your loved one fade away with ALZHEIMERS

This was to be the begining of my RPM album but i never got to finish it this year. It was going to explore how i felt about the disease ALZHEIMERS

Pure Data noise filtering and oscillators, delayed and gated. For the HG Wells Sound-In theme, thinking space and earlier exploration.

3 piece band - I recorded acoustic 12 string (one track in pseudo stereo) & vocals, added 5 string bass and drums.

Improv ostinato thing w/detuned LFO & filtered delay; posted to Sound-In 3/21/19 event

Recorded at home on 15th march 2019 with my trusty old SM58. Billy recorded my actual heartbeat for the stop at 3:15.

I’m floating backward past the starting line I’ve wasted all my time Try to find the value in any thing I’ve done I only try to find A validation sign Looking at the options for my abilities All reversed in time Spinning through…

Vocals and Ukulele by Olivia Winthrop D A Walking home with my head just hangin low A C Thinkin how bad the day did go C…

Early morning Time to plan the day Remember last night The things I put away Prioritize and most importantly Forget about it all I’ll do it tomorrow I’ll see you tomorrow Anxiety Begins affecting me Decisions now Become…

I know a man who lives down the street, who Never goes out on his very own feet. He Always goes out in his fancy new car Even if he doesn’t travel too far, It doesn’t matter which neighbors you know As long as size of your salary shows…

I really wanted to see Montana...

These lyrics are quite old - I originally wrote them about 10 years ago in the form of a "poem", in order to troll a vanity publisher. I always wanted to set them to music, and they happened to fit the drum loop and harmonica piece I was working on.

verse 1 the train has left the station the terminal is bare there's stirrings in the psyche ward it's something in the air that same old aggravation old dog that bit the hare a motion blur on the chessboard which pawns have played…

You sent me light years away to have a look at a cartoon dog and a two dimensional pancake. I'm cold and sick of being motion sick.

A wise Canadian once said that things still happen in the chronological spackle that fills in the space between the narrated events.