I have no idea why I named this song "Random". (hmm, maybe that's EXACTLY why I named it "Random.") I never use the word, I hate when other people do, and it's not mentioned in this song. Enjoy the recital.

From my world tour in my bedroom.

Written and Recorded April 22, 2010 Buddah defined compassion as "a trembling of the heart." Details: Epiphone Les Paul (DADGAD/DADGAD Capo VII), Seymour Duncan Pickups, POD XT, Boss RC-20 Looper, EBow, Audacity.

This is a collaboration with some tasty funkadelic percussion added by Norm. Guitars and Keys with some Fx's, I hope you like it,

A chapter in my bio... ONE SMALL CANDLE Key - G G D G In this old world when things go wrong D C. G We hold our women. We sing our song. D…

key of C - no capo We listen for years for words to explain ourselves. "I'm good but not THAT good," was such a moment for me. Good enough to stay in the game but never good enough to win. Last night I kissed somebody I kissed somebody…

One day as I was turning into my driveway I saw Rita on her porch. She's a lot like me. AL & RITA Capo @2 in C C stepping down to F Al was a smoker. He's dead now, of course Al has Alzheimer's. Alcohol made it worse D stepping down…

Another mini-suite, of sorts. Diamond marimba, mazda marimba, bowed gourd iPod apps: NLog synth, Bebot Extremely altered guitar

4 stereo guitar tracks played out one at a time. Another late night - early morning recording. I like to keep a positive attitude about the things that haunt me, but sometimes dreams change course unexpectedly, and the worms creep in.

Verse 1 Dozing in and out of consciousness the blade falls from her hand. Her clock will cease to tick, then everything will be fine. Chorus 1 It’s all good now, it’s all fine. It’s all good now, it’s okay. Fade Verse 2 Every sound becomes…

I Feel It (Lyrics) Desperate thoughts of uncertainty Keep on dancin’ in my head And all these images of yesterday And what I should have done instead Oh, Oh, I feel it Chorus: I feel it, I feel it…

One of my better tunes this year I think. Lyrics were meant to be an anti-"My Way". Instead of looking back on life all proud and selfassured, this is from the viewpoint of someone who has just realized he has been living his life on other peoples…

The lyrics were meant to be kinda stupid and obnoxious to set the bar really low for myself in an attempt to get over my chronic lyric-writing block.

Outerspace, indifference?

Cameras in space. What?

Composed in digital performer for a course in computer music. Some of the presets reminded me of Kraftwerk, so I thought I'd attempt something in that style. "The doom house" was my sister's nickname for her place of residence at the time.

There's no reason for this to be named after the infamous section of craigslist, beyond the song itself sounding sort of sleazy I guess. The ending isn't meant as political commentary, it's just a funny moment I happened to capture.

I might go back and do an expanded version of this someday. Despite the title, I think it works nicely as an ambient piece.

The sweet little girl I can't seem to get Out of the back of my mind Isn't quite sure what she's looking for yet And I worry about what she'll find Working so hard looking out for herself I know there are times all alone She's always had…