by John Frusciante

A new Idea for Malignant Inception Song... again, nothing in stone rough draft - Added Bass and Keyboards! Added some panning and volume tweaks on 5/18 Added new BASS EQ and enhancement on 6-7 Added D Standard recording tracks to most parts…

from the christmas album "noel" today is the day, it's christmas eve morning get out of bed and pack up some clothes laod up the car with everyone's presents a double espresso a cinamon roll one side of the state and drive to the other…

This song a very rough draft of a song about a with depression. I wrote the lyrics a while ago, about ten years ago. Just now getting to the music. Music & Lyrics by Ed Price Copyright 2021 Life of Grey Unprepared in life a fragile…

live at Ripy Fest 2021 Scott Price on electronically treated gong

live at Ripy Fest 2021 Scott Price on electronically treated gong

Live at RipyFest 2021 Scott Price on electronically treated gong

The coffee table was influenced a bit by a good bottle of wine and some excellent Minnesota beer a couple of nights ago. And the result was this masterpiece!! Upper Middle Class Dumbass Blues I woke up this morning Both my girlfriends…

I’ve been doing what I like to call “small batch broadcasting” for years. Spontaneous or semi-planned radio shows - sometimes with guest DJs with an invite only audience that rarely tops a few dozen listeners. This practice kind of escalated during…

I've been doing what I like to call "small batch broadcasting" for years. Spontaneous or semi-planned radio shows - sometimes with guest DJs with an invite only audience that rarely tops a few dozen listeners. This practice kind of escalated during…

Well this one goes straight to the garbage pile. It's not the worst song of the month but I would be pretty happy if I never heard it again as long as I live. Unfortunately I have to hit 29:09 to qualify for National Solo Album Month and…

A melancholic mood befitting the on-set of winter

guitar and effects as disagreeable objects

generative improvisations

Heres a story of a cold cold house They walk by Trying as they do to catch a glimpse, of life inside the cold, cold house But the dark of the windows only reflect themselves Their enquiry is rejected The house keeps its secrets to it’s self…