Percussion piece. Dedicated to Rich West.

This is a cover of Gary Numan's "Airlane".

They say we're dangerous, that we never really cared. That we're selfish, we're blind, and pessimistic. But I'm not wired for disaster, I'm not broken at the seams. Alas, I've been watching them, rip away from me. Digest my insides, they are…

Miss the last train home, yeah we'll talk it out. Sit down by the phone, maybe shout it out. It's ashame, that the flesh on our bones, Is the last thing we have left to call home. Shoo the flame from the wick, yeah wax it out. Crack the crown…

Decided to do a second version, at work, without speakers. I have no idea why. I think this might sound kind of weird.

Feline Skank She's a scavenger with a hungry growl on the graveyard shift she's on the prowl She's a predator who steals your heart She don't care if your rich or poor That's not what she wants you for To keep her amused is all she asks…

Its nice to hang up the car keys and put one foot in front of the other because lets face it all routes lead to the pub ha ha!

Short ambient piece with loops created in animoog and thumbjam apps.

solo 15 edo electric guitar - still got some wrong notes but...

might try a video upload for this piece because now I am upload ing with my phone...

Something beautiful for the end of the album . . . THANKS, CHRIS!