When I was a kid, my dad was the preacher at the Church of Christ in Tehachapi, California. We lived in Palmdale, so we'd get up early on Sunday mornings, pile the 5 of us into our 1950 Chevy coupe and head up thru Lancaster and Mojave, over the…

singing & stuff; somewhat spectral/drone

Remix of the Mamas and the Papas' and the Shirelles' "This is Dedicated to the One I Love".

Another drony piece from "BackvieW" Voices: A, U and M : KraftiM giggling: Pat (3 years old then...)

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A LITTLE DISCUSSION

Here's a version of a Bach piece I played at my sister's wedding! Enjoy!

Something I wrote this weekend. Just a rough draft until I get a chance to record it properly.

At the end Of the day I’m exhausted I don’t know what to say I see your face We’re behind Missing out Life is moving I don’t know how to stop I am loosing control This is not what I want (If) I did, not anymore I don’t know where life…

People have lots of pride They just tend to talk too much Even if they have nothing to say They release their egos all the way People have lots of pride They just tend to talk too much If you don’t know what you’re talking about Do me a…

No black no white No dark no light No big no small You want it all You go so far, you leave behind The things you like, you’ll miss them all On moving sands, you don’t sink You fly so high, we’re you gonna land? Everything, everything that…

This is a pure meditation song based on huge bell sounds that resonate and vibrate for extended periods of time. Gradually rising ethereal echoes from sacred eastern choral tradition mix with the bells to form a calm and majestic cosmic setting…

the first done song from "the Hardest Blow" featuring vocals from Keith Martin. If you’re waiting for the fall If you’re pushing on the wall If you’re listening for the call It’s not coming If you’re pushing on the wall If you…

They are born in a land Where the story has been written so many years ago The book is big (weighs too much) (But) on the 1st page you know how the story ends All the choices they can’t make Limitations that they face Everything they they…

inspired by the red toxic sludge in Hungary

Another tale of a melancholy pirate, I guess thats the way I see the old Pirating life, hardship, terror, and longing to go home.

Electric guitar improvisation with live computer processing.