JukeBox45

JukeBox45

Jukebox45

The longing is authentic. What more can I say.

More Montgomeru on trumpet. The lyrics for this song were written by myself and Mike Connor back when we were Sloth House.

After I finished collecting and mixing all the trumpet tracks from Montgomeru, I was no longer sure which one of us actually wrote this song.

A very old song that I should have heeded long ago.

My goal is to embed this song in your brains.

I stole some words from a poem by Sudara for this one. "Stretch this moment into minutes, hours, days or years" became a defining phrase in this album.

Originally a very different song, slowed to a dragging pace and laced with dense moans of twisted agony. There's a little bit of John MacDonald on lead guitar in the build too.

You need three more minutes NOW!! 8:50a

8:44p

This is how I would describe my typical lunch break. 3:06p

This is a short prelude for piano and cello I wrote for my son

Answering the question of whether or not overdone reverb has been uncool for so long that it is now cool again. The answer: no, still uncool.

It's the time of year when the hipsters come home to their parent's house and realize that they are buying the same clothes that their parents are throwing out. Might as well drop a Jager Bomb, spark one with the old man and dance the night away…

A moment of weakness. Please forgive the backups. The harmonies eluded me, to a degree. Doug