minimal, haunting drone...with a flavour at the end...

in which our heroes make a song which sounds uber cool

if i can just hold it together a little longer..just long enough to get that promotion..then all that money..ill be fine...

starts with a loud roar. otherwise instrumental

swiggitty. one of these instruments is over 300 years old. gong bowl.

The first track from 2009's "Where I May Have Been." More uploads from this album to come!

This is fresh out of the oven and not perfectly shaped but I wanted to share it straight away.

i remember the exact moment my tears fell... this song was written for my dad...it sums up the loss i feel...i dealt with my emotions in the only way i know how...

Final remix project for my studio techniques class.

one of my more experimental pieces...

I set myself the challenge of making a track this evening. I've uploaded it with 2 minutes to spare. I started out with a wind chime instrument in Kontakt. I sequenced it using the PX-18 sequencer and then fed three different version of it…

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…

Some places (like Salisbury Beach in Massachusetts) are just sacred ground. "This tide rolls out and in my life."

Sometimes the most profound statements come out of the mouths of babes.

Wrote it over a decade ago, rewrote it five years ago, recorded it last year with the help of little sis Karen. "I'm not supposed to be down south. Take me north."

The song that really kicked off this second album of 2009. "In time all the stars will fade away Our kind won't get to see it anyway No shine, just endless black between the gray I won't be going out in that way"

Written for my youngest when she was very little, almost everyone who's had a kid that just would rather not sleep can identify with this song. Originally, there was a line in there about "Staying up this late at night makes me consider drinking…

To get ready for every baseball season, my father used to pitch tennis balls to me in the backyard. He had invented a pitch that defied the laws of physics. To this day, I have no idea how he threw it. The damn thing would spin like crazy like…

"There are still some tribes that will forever hold You give a picture of your eyes, you give away your soul."

Another old song that got a little country twang when it became obvious that the horn section wouldn't be showing up on my doorstep any time soon. "You fools don't know what's going on inside her head"