I couldn't think of a dumber title for this, so I went with this one. BTW, it's my favorite track on the album hands down. Too bad I couldn't match it with a haiku. It's just as well: perhaps vocals would have spoiled it. ;)

Opportunity. Why do so many windows Remain unopen?

Bleak frugality-- Scrimp, save, can barely make it-- The unsung percent.

Poor Mxyzptlk! Never pulled one over on Superman for long.

Memory creates A world from possible pasts. Soon it's gone again.

Traffic fines doubled In the road construction zone. Slow down for the cones.

Contains language.

Sometimes I surprise Even myself. So many Masks; which one to choose?

This tune is 3 years in the making... Thanks to B1 in Seattle, Washington, USA for the music... Vocals by CMOR... Music by B1

New swallow's lessons: "Before you learn how to crawl, you must learn to fly." I learned after writing this that swallows DO actually crawl around in the nest before they take the plunge. Oh well. You learn something new every day.

First day of April: I have played so many tricks. Who is the fool now?

Sundays in the park: Drumming, traffic, sweet birdsong, Lovely car alarms.

Pungent aroma, Skunk versus car, skunk loses. Mommy won't come home.

Aeolean muse, Sing to me your dulcet tones: Windchimes in autumn. (I actually heard the first three notes of this piece on my windchimes and the whole thing unfolded from there.)

Raking on Sunday: Leaves observe no one's Sabbath; Neither, then, shall I.

Recorded at an oceanography meeting in Salt Lake City this February (2012). The Ekman Spiral is a phenomena that describes the vertical change in ocean current from wind at the surface, which is in a spiral decreasing with depth. The spoken…

Re-recording of an old song I'd originally written for an even older band, Buckle. I think Buckle's been done now for almost eighteen years, so it may be safe to dust this off now and expose it to light again.

Here's another little something that I somehow got sidetracked on posting.... Thanks for the jams Norm! One of these days I'll bounce something fresh your way....

Revisiting this track too. For some unknown reason, the church across the street from my former abode occasionally rang their bell at 7:30 in the morning. Not every Sunday. Come to think, Sunday wasn't the exclusive day either. At any rate…