Life is a quest for knowledge and a simple realization that not only is there so much we don't know but to declare it somehow is empowering. A great collaboration with Norm who is an amazing percussionist and a super cool guy! Thanks for the…

Fun with live looping and a ring modulator. E minor open tuning improv.

I've been listening to the output of my *Reichenbach* Reaktor ensemble all morning as it loops and phase shifts a recording of Erik Satie's solo piano piece Gnossiennes-1 I find it to be quite beautiful and entrancing and I decided to render…

Fun little tune about the evils of strong drink.

I'll settle for less Then write off all the rest But then I'm gone. Someone once said that they'll sleep when they're dead but they've got it wrong.

A song for all the rainbow people; musicians, artists and healers, to name but a few. A true collaboration for Jip and Lady Jane as they meet up for the first time in 32 years and, together with Mike and his witty one liners, come up with this…

Live looping acoustic gtr,ebow,DL4

my rpm #5,, it will eventually become a part om my themed cd "the dark doll house" a somewhat sad place where memories of childhoods past echo through empty rooms,, the two other pieces thus far in this theme are the 3 mov of my piano sonata…

Reg heard the color of the lonely street by Vaisvil and Norbert and got himself all Jazzy inside.... so he's released it .........by going out for a walk along the lonely street..........

For that beautiful, faraway, lost and gone past time.

from the new CD "Orange" You can feel the sameness, all around Beat tomorrow, into the ground, a-ha It's just the weight of sound You can smell forgiveness, if you try And hold back sorrow until you cry, a-ha It's just the weight of sound…

Abakua refers to a secret, Afro-Cuban, male society of percussionists - as I understand it, one had to be initiated into this society before they would be taught how to play percussion in their style. One of their hallmarks is to impose what I…

played with my Anderwood Weissenborn guitar

Some more roat samples in there.

Build walls in Mexico Piled high with bones bound by string That come from fibres Taken while you sleep deeply Though we fight with angels We still expect to lose Clouds open then comfort Our lives taken while you sleep deeply Judgement…

We plead Bring the boys home Read the good book For selfish solace Crowds form In great numbers Control us how? With tear gas, sirens There has to be a wiser path Than saving face and spinning lies You favoured votes cast…