Something new.... Grey Old paint faded Dilapidated Barely hanging on Lay Old butterfly Broken and dry Alone and withdrawn Chill creeps in Darkness tries to take hold The cold is peace And the dark beautiful Take One last…

Whooligan Mara Beat refix

A song about wintertide depression and longing for spring.

“It’s My (Club) Life” produced and remixed for the March 2024 REM Challenge. “It’s My Life” written by W. Ng.

This is an instrumental accompaniment for choir. A bit too heavy-metal-like and overdramatic. I have earlier posted a version for kids choir, for accompaniment by Orff instruments and piano. Here are the lyrics: Christ is Risen! He rose…

I composed and originally recorded this Easter Song in 2000 as a demo for a 5th grade chorus "The Sylvan Sounds," at Sylvan Christian School in Grand Rapids, Michigan; conducted by Ms. Jan Postma. It was to be sung along with Orff instruments…

A Richard Serra memorial performance by the tribe inside the Serra sculpture Vortex at the Fort Worth Modern Art Museum. A passerby provided some vocals.

One of the first true playing collabs between us.

I'm not a thousand places or a hundred miles I'm Here, Now

Silver Eyes, Brushed Chromium Stainless Steel, My Heart

Go on, get outta here.

Lofty Expectations, but you'll never know....

Sent off with a Hero's fanfare, to a certain fate they were not told about.

Back from the war, the wait is over. Now on to bigger and brighter things.

Another ancient recording for posterity. Still learning how to play guitar, and at this point I think I knew two chords. The lyrics were not intended to be offensive at the time, so don't cancel me.

WARNING: Clipping. Again just putting here for posterity for when Lumberfork is a worldwide sensation. Another ancient tape. This one has a few of us drunkenly "practicing" with Kaptik on drums, Whittle on bass, John on guitar, and a young…

Some more old music for posterity, after I... "learned how to play my roommate's drums." Lol. Beautiful Maybe I can go somewhere. Maybe I can find someone who cares. Maybe I can catch a bus. Maybe I can touch you. Time will tell who's right…

Monotone rappers Clone rappers Wanting dough rappers Saying nothing of importance rappers Go home rappers and reinvent the wheel rappers Or sit on the crapper rappers To get the crap out you rappers The beats are fine But you don’t speak…

Well guess what it was raining again and Reg was bored so he got Tom on the phone out of the workshop... god knows what he was creating in there and got him to lay down a vocal for him. Rainy days are the worst..... Reflection…