Dedicated to Mr. Lynch. No, not David Lynch the filmmaker. No, not Dave Lynch the Sacramento fusion guitarist, either. I mean that other Mr. Lynch--the one who wrote that fine tune "Celestial Soda Pop." Thanks, Ray. :)

This is my absolute best boy-Enya impression. Sorry I couldn't do better.

This song is about a REAL homeless man who used to stand out in front of the local Safeway asking for change. Once I saw him inside the store sipping a grande Starbucks and he pretended he was not the same man I had seen out front for months…

Fans of Holy Grail already know where I nicked this title and do not require this hint. Those who do not appreciate Python probably don't know and will never bother to look for it. Why then did I type this comment? I don't know that! Aaaaaaargh!

Well, it's about Eden. Almost.

OK, perhaps if you listen to this track repeatedly you will arrive at some insight as to why I placed it first. I certainly don't know. The lyrics are obviously about relationships or deep sea fishing off the coast of Antarctica, whichever…

One melody line from each section of this piece uses hand-drawn waveforms based around triangles, squares, hexagons, and octagons.

This track features the voice talents of my two sons, one of whom is rather reluctant to embrace the idea of the bathroom as a vocal both.

Ah, overbearingly loud rhythm section is getting their groove on during rehearsal . . . the bane of all self-respecting FM synthesists (well, synthesists in general . . . nay, all self-respecting keyboardists I say!). The solution? Play in the…

I believe microbes may have caused me to write this one.

What? Another Star Trek reference? Damn, you caught me.

Sorry, it's not a RHCP cover. It's not a typo, either.

Brought to you by the prime number section of Sagan's novel Contact and by the letters S and T.

If sixteen bonobos sat at sixteen grand pianos and could only play one note each and each knew how to divide the measure into a differing discrete division of time, might it sound a little like this piece? Probably not, but it was fun to ponder.

The dream of the African is not long to be achieve, too see beyond the colours of the eyes to be accepted and treated equally among the human race.

It seems Elle has finally gotten to Evan. It's too bad, really, but it's a fun use of a SCI SixTrak.

Schoenberg might wonder where the other three notes went.

Evan drinks with a few friends.

The urbanized flip-side of "a friendly pint." Elle and Evan have very different friends, and hang out in very different places.