A song written for my dear old friend, Kirk Lynch, who I've known for almost 20 years. For those who don't know, Kirk and I live less than an hour apart, but I swear it's been five years since we've seen each other in person, which just ain't…

Similar in feel to the other Fragile Moment track. Mostly acoustic guitars recorded sitting in my shop on the H4N and then finished up in Cubase just this morning. September 9 09. Maybe a nice one for bedtime

Early guitar loop, 2008.

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…

Solo acoustic finger picking thing I've been working on for a while. Sometime around 1968 I started studying with Mr. George Bennett who taught me the rudiments of finger picking. Later when we played some gigs together he also taught me the rudiments…

Embrace the truth in life.

Started off with me just goofing around with Battery and a couple of other NI things (which are new to me) and grew into this... It may still have places to go.

First, I did Voices. Then glu worked his magic. Then I hated my guitar part so I redid it. Here's the result.

This is a track that I started and glu finished (more like knocked out of the park).

Another ol' Irish song about drinkin' and smokin'. Who knew?

This song is in memory of my son, Micah Eberhard (Jan 27, 1987 - Aug 8, 2007) ------------------------------- Neath the clay, iMago dEi glory keeps while beauty sleeps from the womb a flower blooms brights the day, blesses the clay…

Okay! Took that glubotic beat worked on by mmi and then sandbags...then I played tabla, layered some old jazz samples, and found a horny robot...

Album: am/fm dreams Year: RPM Challenge 2009

reading too much sci-fi makes you paranoid and using too many effects pedals can make your songs repetitive, loud, and long.

Read the Stanislaw Lem novel. Memories sometimes have lives of their own. A vast, intelligent ocean.

(2 of 5 in "Tree Haus" cycle) I wrote this song, originally to be called "Tree House", years and years ago, piece by piece, just by jamming away on my keyboard and wailing. It never acquired lyrics, but then, the only thing I find less important…

*Dark modern electronic guitar rock* You can hear it just below the blowing wind Feel it in the nerves beneath your skin Catch a glimpse as you drift away at night But you can’t decode the meaning inside Distant shrieking sets your teeth…

You really want to get there, but you just can't find it, but the ride is entertaining. I'm rewriting the lyrics. It's not quite oblique enough, or so I'm told.