Song For Asylums

When You Worship Her Like A Goddess And She Feels Nothing But Cruel Disdain For You

Loss Of Identity,Blending,Fading,Meshing In With The Forgotten

It hasn't been possible for me to record or write anything for the last couple months, so I decided mine the archives once again. Here's a set of Irish jigs I recorded in my basement...ok, one ot the tunes is call "Happy to Meet" (the first I…

You crawl out of bed on a Saturday morning and things are quiet, things are good. The techno: This was (accidentally) inspired by sandbags who was wrestling with MIDI and automation in Live. In trying to help I built up a thing where I had…

A schmalzy omage to Robin Guthrie.

wonderland what is the sound of the last few minutes of life she said I wouldn't feel a thing, but women lie what is the color of the last thing you'll ever see frozen for all eternity and these things inside my brain tell a wicked tale and…

sheepmandance in my dreams I hear her calling from somewhere far away I don't even know what to call her but I think it sounds like rain so I took a train ride to the other side to see what I could see and wound up here at the dolphin hotel and…

awake was it her i followed, around the other day? in the diner, on the sidewalk, i really can't say this somewhere neverwhere i swear i saw her, i swear quit dreaming, wide awake 10 minutes reconstructing her ghost inside of me 5 minutes swimming…

A song written earlier today. Lyrics were provided by my friend, Faye Tudor.

Another rock ballad. Lyrics by Gordy Macdonald.

A little something that came out of playing with the Max4Live content. The guitar sound, which I'm particularly happy with is a combination of my GT-10, CamelSpace and the M4L buffer shuffler.

sumire she's in love with a woman, calls me at 3 am to tell me that and her French is getting better and she's dressing like a lady too bad it's wasted on a married woman, with no desire either way did you ever see anyone shot by a gun without…

a boy named crow there has to be more to this than metaphors if i were you and you were lost without me this sadness is bigger than the truth and i could walk right through you driving towards my destiny my misery and purpose left, to exaggerate…

As You Go...You Shall Not Go Empty!!

Insprired by a cold day in mid December

Wash Park is short for Washington Park. It's the neighborhood that I live in.

I don't recall exactly how this composition came about. It was one of the earlier ones recored on the CD. At the time that I organized the CD I comtemplated leaving it off. However I find myself including it when I perform. I believe that…