Durning the recording of this it was 3 in the morning the fog had rolled in thickly and a fog horn was blowing. When I was monitoring the track I could hear the slow beat 6 bpm of the fog horn.

A quickie! Thanks for stopping! Doug

I wrote this piece over the course of 2006. Though the majority was committed to paper during that year, the project continues to evolve every time I come back to it. I'm still struggling to find the perfect avenue to represent the composition…

originally a fast tempo tune, i started slowing it down to add variety. it's hit or miss really. first you say, that you don't believe me then you say, that you cannot trust me then you say, that you can't forgive me then you say that it…

a song from a previous band (kill.pop.), i took the metal out of it and made it more dreamy. this is actually the 3rd version of this song that i've played.

one of 5 songs written in July 2005 re: an old band mate visiting after moving away. when is how, and don't begin silent thoughts and long lost friends goodbye for now just and wise and kind and true from earth to sky, from me to you…

Based on the work of Janet Cardiff, my final is an audio walk through of the Digital building, the Brown Center, at the Maryland Institute College of Art. I weave fictions and truth, with recorded sounds and sampled, manipulated and natural. There…

tomorrow i have sold my soul i saw you, you were alone i saw me, white as a bone can we feel the distance as much as the empty hearts? it wasn't too easy yesterday i tried to talk to you, but my mouth was so sore it burned with words that…

are you listening tonight? or am i talking to a wall a stone wall in your heart will you talk to me? just say anything, i will hear it in my heart night after night i sit here and listen to you night after night i speak to myself day by…

A slice of a childhood transition. Enjoy! Doug

Rick Babb came to me with this song he had written thinking it might express how I feel about the person missing from my life. It did. I rewrote the verses.

I was trying to find an image that expresses how lonely and abandoned I feel. This was it.

Michael Jeffrey showed me a progression on the guitar. I wrote words to go with it.