Maybe I’m someone Or maybe I’m not A tree falls in the forest And the roots start to rot And my lady she loves me Whether I like it or not I’ve got all that I need I’ve got all that I’ve got It’s too early for peaches And it’s too late…

a little break beat from my digitone. This is turning into "learn the digitone" month.

EMPTINESS It seems to be very difficult for people to be critical of the culture in which they are enmeshed within. There are all sorts of mechanisms that dominant cultures use to further socialize and entrench us: patriotism /// nationalism…

You were so clever You had us all in your hands We’re seeing thru you You never had any plans It could have been better You never gave us the chance You’re being untrue But baby it’s all in the dance What’s wrong with that Im…

I took a wav file of a UDIO creation and uploaded it into ChatGPT and used the following prompts please rearrange this wav file with 3 second length markov chains and provide the output. In addition randomly reverse the 3 second sections…

Mountain Song Went to the city from Arkansas I wanted to be everything that I saw Don't you believe the nice things you hear People in the city'd lick the fat from your beard Red red river where nobody goes So full of iron it's like…

Not wanting to leave a tranquil place as a metaphor for not wanting to go back to anguish. My lyrics, ai demo.

credits: The Beatles

credits: The Beatles

A new TKP rough draft track... Lyrics and keys to come! / Added second guitar to beginning and worked on lead 7/7

A day in the life of a common cat

I wrote this a week or so ago, and decided to give it a proper "mix" I guess? I'm not great at mixing quite yet, so this is just trying to add some ear candy and make it sound as good as I can!

I'm grateful for balance. Yarrow showed up today in a field and I was reminded of the balance I have to continue to strive for.

Worries Never Win Verse 1: Worries have never solved The things that ache my heart. Pacing the midnight floors, Only pulled me apart. Tried to fix it all alone— But I was sinking fast. Then I heard a still, small voice: “Child, this…

Last of the five-day experiment in intervals. Again, my friend Ebow was acting persnickety, as is its wont (I'm sure I have nothing to do with it), and the result includes some abrasive string rattling. I like the melody of the original recording…