An acoustic number partially because I couldn't come up with an effective full-band arrangement. This song dates back to a phase where everything I was writing involved several long sections built around strange and elaborate chords progressions…

After writing these lyrics years ago I realized how embarrassingly passive-aggressive and entitled they sounded. But there were a few nice turns of phrase I didn't want to lose, so I decided to just own up to it, hence the subtitle.

Just a brief coda to the album. The guitar is in an open tuning (Open D or open G, I forget which) and the percussion is just me slapping my lap.

Straight forward pop rock. I like the chord progression on the chorus.

I think I wrote the music for this in, like, 2002. Then tweaked it bit by bit until I got around to finishing it in 2009 or so.

Molly is an actual person. But I've never met her and you've never heard of her. So rather than dwelling on that, let's just enjoy the pleasant folk pop ditty. Unusually, I wrote most of this melody before I picked up a guitar and found the…

The duel guitars were inspired by a song from Jesus Christ Superstar. I think the first one Pilate sings. No words because I didn't need them and I recorded this before I had a decent microphone.

Originally conceived as a hypothetical dialog between Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and Harry Houdini. Then mutated into, y'know, a pop song.

This might be my current favorite track on the album. The weird solo on the end was made by improvising two (lousy) guitar solos with weird effects over the fade out, reversing them both in their entirety, then re-reversing selected fragments…

A nice cheery dirge for you all. Do not listen while operating heavy machinery.

I think this is the most recently-written song on the album.

I strapped on my acoustic and had a go with this great song. Recorded in one go straight into my Boss microBR built in mic. No fussing around wit this one.

This started out as an acoustic piece that turned out kinda bluesy. Inspired by current events. Lyrics: How many times How many times can I wake up in my sleep How many times can I walk until my feet are sore How many times can I freeze my…

bleed the father's gun is loaded his eyes bleed with revenge his child lay body broken his life torn limb from limb darkness seems to travel so much faster than the light the fathere's gun is loaded hear it fire... in the night…

Vitaliy Senderov singing his original composition about life in New York (in Russian). I'm playing clarinet here :)

TEST

A new track I made a few weekends ago.

Reg was surfing the web looking for some entertainment and it was on ebay he saw an advertisement offering a free DVD of an Elvis impersonator When he received it the film was of a chap dressed as Elvis in a bright red jump suit and sunglasses…