This one's for that little black and tan, Nahannah. Lyrics: I said nahnay nahnay nahnay hey how'd you get so good how'd you get so good I said nahnay nahnay nahnay hey how'd you get so good how'd you get so good first thing this…

I was feeling a little moby today.

Lyrics: Caged as a bird free will is such a bitch it's your responsibility to stay alive pay the bills etc, etc but how you enslave yourself whether or not you enslave yourself it's up to you

This was my first "serious" attempt to make something. Although very simple the final result was quite pleasant for me, hope it is for you too.

The last moments of an agonizing world.

Written by Sluk & Buzzy in 1988 Sluk - chicken scratch, first solo Buzzy - Drums, bass Frankie - vox Rod Guitar - second solo

Hey Kids! Bring some strangers... Uncle Bobo's bus is in car jail.

This is my second experiment with "song form". In this case I tried out probably the simplest form: "IABABCABE" where I - intro, A - verse, B - chorus, C - break, E - end. Although I'm not sure if the verse is supposed to build into the…

Just working out some rhythms. Toucans come in at about 1 minute.. wish I could get the sound onto vinyl for some proper scratching. I used Sandbags' awesome generative sequencer Elysium for some of the ambient and lower pitched toucans. The lead…

Shaken, not stirred please. Experimenting more with sandbags' Elysium. This time I used it to trigger elephant samples for part of the percussion section.

Sometimes we stay in a relationship because we grow comfortable, and we're scared to leave. The fear of being alone fuels us to settle for the wrong one. This song is my reflection of one situation that I was in. "Let Her Go"

new song today on my player written after finding out some horrible news from a friend about her rape and DV. i'm sick and tired of men thinking women are rag dolls to be tossed around. love her - don't hit her ====================== (c) raik…

HELL'S HOME GROUND ================== (c) r.halstrom 2006 all rights reserved you sent me on my way on my way down to the devil's carnival on - hell's home ground didn't need a heart on fire in a loveless town the band is there to welcome…

Money can't buy you happiness.

Hold On was written and recorded in West Point Nebraska when I was doubting many things in my life. I wrote this as a reminder to always keep going even if things aren't looking as good as they could. You'll always find what your looking for…