I couldn't talk for a while afterwards and I felt like a moron after listening to my vocals, but it had to be done :) So no laffin'! Our attempt to be on the roof of Abbey Road Studios if only for a moment! The Lineup: Guitars: gtalfsen Piano…

mieke - bart - steven

mieke - bart - steven

mieke - bart - steven

Mieke - Bart - Steven

Track 4 from the "Someone Else's Hell" album Lyrics: Everybody wants some Everybody takes some Every body is a diseased filled carcass Nobody wants to help Nobody wants to call this home // Someone else's dream // somebody else…

his song is just an experiment or at least started that way. Based on an "Ultrabeat" groove ( the only loops ) I added parts and sang an "Off the cuff" vocal and mixed and tweaked. Mostly Midi parts played through my cheesy Midi controller but…

Norm's Percussion inspired this one. Great audio clips of Duke Kahanamoku and his polar opposite, Miki Dora (Da Cat)

Alternate name: The Post-Mortem Pitchman We live in an age nowadays where a celebrity can endorse a product or service long after they meet with the proverbial reaper. Has anybody bothered to ask the dead guy if he wants to endorse half…

Wrote a song on my Baritone ukulele today. Sweet tone, sweet day.

A flash back to my earlier metal influences

Another movie soundtrack piece

Sometimes we all get lost in our daily lives. This is a song about a small boy (me) out on a small raft among big waves on a sunny day.

Song for an adventurer friend

Plateau is a peaceful ambient track reflecting the cool and calm majesty of the Central Norwegian plateau.

Steppe tells an atmospheric story of the boundless plains of the steppes, reflecting Lena’s personal memories from the time she lived in the Russian part of Kazakh Steppe as a young music teacher. From album 'Songs of Vastness' (mt027).

There is nothing like the presence of a horse. The quiet understanding. The gentle strength. Woodlake, California...1961. I had a horse. She was my friend. There were times in my teens when Babe was the only being that did not judge me…

Aarrhhh ye scurvy sons (and daughters) of sea-rats, the pesky pluckers have been at it again. Pin back yer lug-holes or it's the plank ye'll be hoping for!