Named after a painting which was named after a lovely little daily ritual I share with my best friend.

tongue in cheek or in somewhere else

I figure if I keep trying long enough, I'll start channeling the great Django Reinhardt. Perhaps it's like squeezing blood from a stone but if I get a drop or two, I'm happy with that!

I live near the beautiful ocean. This is a contemplative moment viewing the ocean from a small bluff. Dobro and mando.

Written with thoughts for Nodar Kumaritashvili who died at the 2010 Olympics. It was a one in a million chance...

But don't answer yet, we will DOUBLE the offer if you call right now...

We play even number of games of backgammon and sometimes it ends in a...

Inspiration for this quick fun one came from Uncommon Ritual and other works by Edgar Meyer: I wanted to take a run of notes across multiple instruments just to have fun!

OK we lost power at a critical point in recording for RPM. This one was written and recorded the day I had to pack up all my recording gear and borrow a room at a local public business which was on a different power grid. The wind had caused some…

columbus skkkked alot of dkkks

this hamburger knows the score

an emmotional storytelling through instrumentalism. a whistle transcends the feeling of an explosive bowel movement. a noisy arcane reduction of bass jagged jarring hook and pursed lipped vocals

sixteen htz: as in the frequency of the majority of the noise in this epoch, reminiscent of kubrick. The frequency is thought to clear up mucus when played on a modified flute

waves that often crash though each other, meow a rythym guitar, hazy and recollected begins to putter in the mid morning. The howling of the wind grows as the guitar becomes frantic then frenzied in a driven pounding of the upper strings, loosely…

million billion stars up in the sky ive got some questions fer you whyve i gotta die whyve i gotta live at all when the world is so riduculous

theres no reason, no reason why this song is so catchy, so sexxxy, no reason at all. it doesn't make sense.

i lay my head down on my pillow outside i can see the evening sky you are just over that Western horizon and i dream that i can fly the earth shakes ' my water breaks we have given birth to something new i see you standing hear before me we…

i actually got to kidnap a real live drunk sax player for this instrumental kick in the face of traditional arrangement.

at heart a skitter bopping rythym guitar, overlayed with punchy kick drums and synthy mods at mid and low frequencies. Churreling winds spring through the upper atmosphere.