Life isn't fair. Why me? Why him? Why anything.

A lovely, sweet sentiment that, to my ear, could be a love note from one hopeful individual to another, or could read as a celebration of this everchanging group that assembles to entertain and support one other each February. Like I told Leum…

A true story. Predictably, the photo forms the album art for this record. I've never felt incredibly close to my Dad, but it's not like he didn't try.

Dan was (*ahem*) instrumental in very first Spice Rack Collective album way back in 2010, and we’ve gotten together a few times since then for various jam/recording sessions, including RPM albums in 2015, 2018, and 2019. Robbie and I have been…

I thought I might write more about my mother as part of this album. I would like to write about her more. This one is about her relationship with my Dad as his illness progressed.

For a few reasons, I don't want to have kids...

Early on, after we recorded the first couple of takes of Leum’s song, Silence is Sound, Nick and I chatted about Leum’s request for somebody to replace the guitar part on the song. I thought about maybe using my baritone and/or 12-string hollowbody…

My life is so different to my Dad's. It must be so frustrating to be so trapped.

This time an experimental journey into soft glitch and noise inspired music. I was inspired to create a glitch/noise music piece by the sounds in this Freesound pack: https://freesound.org/people/Hewn.Marrow/packs/34116/ created by Hewn.Marrow…

When I start thinking a little slow, or if I lose my balance, or if I just feel a bit tired in the afternoon, I get terrified that I have inherited Multiple Sclerosis from my Dad. The horrible thing is - these early symptoms are just completely…

Every time I get sick I remind myself not to take my health for granted. (to misquote Jeffrey Lewis - I really thought I meant it, but I knew when I got healthy that I'd probably forget it)

Since I was in my mid-20s I've found the idea of people going to the pub with their Dads completely alien. I've gone to the pub with other people's dads and really enjoyed it. This song sings the virtues of this activity.

This song asks a question I think about often. My dad's physical disabilities make life very challenging. He usually seems cheerful enough. But is he happy?

This is the first song I wrote about my Dad. I wrote it when I realised I was the same age he was when I was born. I reflect on what he had when he was my age, and all that he has lost.

This was the second piece to be put together for the RPM. Although was also the last one to actually get finished. A collab with long time music partner Brett. For this one my experimentation started with a plugin/sample pack designed…

Alone against insurmountable, inhuman odds Molly is the single remaining hope against the cold calculus of the synthetic intelligence running roughshod across the faltering face of humanity. Molly Millions. The vanguard of intrepid, indomitable…

For me this year's RPM challenge was all about being experimental. For this track I used a plugin called Noises by ADSR Sounds. This plugin comes pre-loaded with a number of sound banks containing samples of many different noise sources. The…

I used to ride the train a lot. The lyric was written on one of those meandering rides through the rust belt of Germany.

Steely. Cold room. Cold metal chair. A metal door that transmitted grim finality. That faint smell of ozone playing like a dread prelude to the adrenaline surge coursing up and down my spine. I am staring down the gun muzzle of synthetic…