saturdays are for techno

I was reminded again yesterday of a responsibility to the language, to the culture, to ourselves.

Reg has been reading the papers today and it seems like utter chaos out there since the circus came to town ...... and the world will never be the same again..... Nothing will ever be the same again The circus came to town today…

disintegration loop recorded with voice memo

The screams!! The screams!!

The ebow gods were fickle today. Anyway, here's a melody, copied to a new track, then I raised the original track two steps, and lowered the duplicate track two steps to create a fourth interval. I tried also adding reversed tracks but it was…

patience. practice. review. repeat.

The seats are all filled on the zeppelin The Tower of Babel is raised - I’m amazed! And the hope springs eternal Their fears stay nocturnal for now The plastics hold shape in the soil The farmer’s daughter goes blind - so shall I The rooster…

Drums, guitar, bass, Microfreak set to say "Meow" through a bunch of pedals.

We're getting political with this one.

Changed the approach a bit today: intended to blend a melodic line a third apart, but ughhhh. So, here's an improvised ebow line, copied then reversed, with some harmonics added. Still not satisfied with results, but am happy to have made three…

so much depends on a little red wheelbarrow glazed with rainwater beside the white chickens these days a man dies you can't leave him be gotta get his body offa your property mm-hmm so much depends on a red wheelbarrow glazed with rainwater…

(written for BC) Been a reflective and challenging couple of days. Pushing myself, balancing, grounding. Rinse and repeat. I appreciate the very supportive person in my sphere right now. Close your eyes. Feel the ocean's healing through this…

I AM Alone Chorus: Eternal Father, King of glory, Ever reigning from above! Forgive me, Lord, I once was blind, That I dared speak their names with Yours. You are I AM—the fire, the storm, The Shepherd, Lion, and the Dove. From everlasting…

Sunday morning, no such luck My head is dizzy, it’s bright as fuck I’m dying I make my way to south French broad Lumbering wondering where she’s gone or something I see Sam he’s in the same shape as me Bundled in funneling misery by the…

It's very late and I decided to mess with some ambient guitar sounds. Now I'm ready for a nice dream.