One last re-recording before the RPM Challenge craziness begins. This was written during Spring Break in 1998 and recorded as part of my fake-late-RPM attempt in 2007. I like this song a lot, but I've never been quite able to get it sounding…

25 - An Empty House =================== silent thoughts in an empty house stringman has come stringman has come to stay It is the Stringman It comes to the place you've invited It into touches your souls It destroys all It touches…

26 - Right of Center ==================== i should have known i should have figured this out before now irony and cliche the death's kiss i should have figured this out before now ... that i still wanted this ...and i should have…

27 - Southbound =============== and god won't care if i go south the apple rotted in my mouth there is nothing that remains nothing makes this right again and you all scrape my skin today concrete my choice to go away enforce my hurt…

This lil Hendrix tune has been in my head lately so I decided to take a stab at it. Every time I attempt a cover of one of his songs I discover something new. This time it was his uncanny sense of phrasing and harmony within a blues context. It…

Das ist der 8.Song von dem 2.Album "Dunkle Herrscher des Todes" von Mordant In Flesh.

Das ist der 3.Song von dem 2.Album "Dunkle Herrscher des Todes" von Mordant In Flesh.

Das ist der 1.Song von dem 2.Album "Dunkle Herrscher des Todes" von Mordant In Flesh.

Das ist der 2.Song von dem 2.Album "Dunkle Herrscher des Todes" von Mordant In Flesh.

Das ist der 7.Song (FEAT. Markus) von dem 2.Album "Dunkle Herrscher des Todes" von Mordant In Flesh.

Vocals, Lead Melody, Lyrics: Mike Basil Guitars: Henry Mittnacht & Bobby Clohessy Bass: Mark Bowen Drums: Todd Vierra Music & Production: Steffen Offermann

I did this as a way to practice singing....why I am trying to learn to sing at 64 is a little strange.... I wish I had leaned to sing when I was starting out..but I always played in band with lots of singers and never had to sing much…

This is a brooding rock song that climaxes with an anguished rant. Feature intricate guitar work and an aggressive musical crescendo.

No rhyme, no reason, just a colony of mournful machines piping their clangorous, grinding sonorisms at each other across an barren electronic landscape. This will also be some of the source material that I will process later into something…

a 13 minute improvisation I played on a newly tuned Steinway grand piano at my Church. The only audience was my Zoom H2 – which is probably good since there are a few glaring “misses” in the performance. I love the joy of just playing but it does…