He looks into a maelstrom of fragmented thoughts and half-remembered faces. The dust claims it all in the end, leaving just incomplete remnants of indecipherable emotion. --- Freesound Sample Used (and it's buried deep, deep in there…

Under neon clouds and faded signs, It moves through walls and crooked lines, Glass heart beating underneath— A ghost of what it used to be. It’s carrying a weight no one else can see, Invisible chains in the melody, Smiling through the…

He leans on the glass and watches her go The sun hits her hair It's a golden glow Does she know Does she see This boy framed by the window like a movie scene Hey girl Do you see me Standing here in my reverie Hey girl Am I just air…

What is a Sine Machine really?

a chance meeting of electro folk bards clumsily clanging the dust off guitars, electronics, hearts, hands | a spliced but raw recording of waves in a room in Nebraska | a sand painting trapped in time by ones and zeroes

ambient piece performed in audiomulch with vinyl samples