pictureshow room the wind blows chill over harrison hill but that's not what they called it then when you were young with prospects so dim made to ride the fast flyer down steep steep streets were you left to sink or swim your eyes glow moon…

lazy as hell

..and for these dear ones, lost and bereaved (...well [well] after the headlines).

I did this "interpretation" of the Fringe tv show's intro theme back in 2010 around the release of the then Cryptic Meadow The Haystack album.

Instrumental piece I'd like to turn into a full on pyschadelic trip.

What does it sound like to move .. I mean to move from one location to another? this is a piece I did for the "Rekkerd Music Contest" and the subject is "moving". You see "Ronnie" is moving his family to a new house and he wants his contest…

Jazzy/Bluesy 5/4 journey round sunny Walthamstow. while I buy some adult beverages.

Atmospheric Jazz biscuit, stroodles of lush, Guitar fruit,

Damn that psychedelic music, I write a perfectly decent Waltz and it becomes a romantic Vampire movie... Now I've forgotten what the problem was.

Kzzzrrrk is also the name of noise "side-project" I may or may not start some day.

simple n slow

longlistening... longlistening is heard through our faces you and me... beneath the din of fearnoise hopechild still lives... frame by frame entwined within the call call call of theOne who knows supply for need... hear…

Open up both eyes now. A mirror cannot kill. Your fight is on the inside, not with this reflection here. And if I were another, would you see my like I do? These eyes show me everything from insects to the milky way. Promise me perfection…

I wrote it down for you, telling you exactly how I felt. But you couldn't take the time, Couldn't stand to lower yourself, And if I didn't care, why would I be standing here today in this nowhere town? A voice without a sound.. Your type…