There was a man from Galilee With hands that cared for everything They took his plow and beat it into swords I have a dad I never see And children here in front of me We’re going where the apples taste like flowers I wouldn’t…

Guitar improvisation based on the aria "Contessa Perdono" from Mozart's the Marriage of Figaro.

I learned to whistle I learned to walk I made it rustle I saw a fox I walked through thistle I slept on moss There was no water That I couldn’t cross I made a skiffle I drowned a rock I did not blunder I didn’t talk…

I came alone No weapons drawn In my hands Or on the page I’m unarmed and blank I saved a song To dance along The room is burning down Holy shit get out I’ll stand on my head To remember what you said I’m a little scrambled…

I went down to old fort worth in 18 and 83 when a Mexican cowboy come stepping up to me he said how are you young fella how would you like to go and spend the season working in the hills of Mexico well having no employment back to him…

I don't care My honey run away from me the stars fell down I counted three I don't care Lulu won't you open the door I can't stay here anymore across the Appalachians wide and the Eastern Continental Divide Chorus I can see just…

Water Where do you go O water Where do you go Said I'm going down Gulf of Mexico Bluebird Where have you been O bluebird Where have you been I went all the way to Texas And back again Winter Has come and gone O winter Has come…

Baby Willow Somewhere, something has turned a wing and left a branch dancing grey days, grassways there's a stowaway seed in the cuff of my jeans baby willow it's the only place you'll ever know blue vein in my head gets the blood…

Back to an orchestral game/movie trailer piece, having been working on covers for a while. Here is my composition using full orchestra, Cathedral organ and choir, that hopefully could be imagined alongside a thrilling piece of movie action!!

I saw jack-in-the-pulpit and I knew I belonged And I felt every sermon and I held every song O The trees creaked and shifted as they turned and dropped their leaves And I pulled an empty bottle and I held it to the breeze. Oh this one life…

Maybe I’m someone Or maybe I’m not A tree falls in the forest And the roots start to rot And my lady she loves me Whether I like it or not I’ve got all that I need I’ve got all that I’ve got It’s too early for peaches And it’s too late…

EMPTINESS It seems to be very difficult for people to be critical of the culture in which they are enmeshed within. There are all sorts of mechanisms that dominant cultures use to further socialize and entrench us: patriotism /// nationalism…

I took a wav file of a UDIO creation and uploaded it into ChatGPT and used the following prompts please rearrange this wav file with 3 second length markov chains and provide the output. In addition randomly reverse the 3 second sections…

Darlin I been dreamin about the moon on the prairie The way our voices carry, the song on the radio Arm out the window, dipper in the sky On a solstice night Darlin I been dreamin about the breeze on the water The mountain and her daughter…

Recorded Live (Field recording) and in Studio for the June 2025 REM (Record every Month) .. Mixed and edited in Logic Pro

Down in the blue where the coral trees sway, Lived a seahorse unicorn, sparkling all day. With a tail like a comet and a horn made of light, She glowed like a dream in the soft ocean night. She swam through the sea with a smile on her face…