chugga chugga doom doom..hahahaheheheh

this mix has hips..lick'n lippy lips..

who is the master of your flok?! we are..controlling your mind with knobs..sending images..cute bunnies

a conversation becomes ecclectisized..light guitar accompanies..with a bass distortion..pot effects the memory

i have one of these in my kitchen..its a big flat plastic fork..with 'muffin splitter' embossed in metallic gold on the glossy white handle..its also a coiny name fer a buttflossin brief..and a very original instrumental..

Funny how it's generally the songs that I spend the most time on, where I hardly write any story. So I'll just briefly say this is the [songfight.org](http://songfight.org) song that I hadn't even intended to write.

Today, I did a live improv basically because I had to. For some history, back when I was doing song-a-day in August, I was generally doing my daily song as the last thing of the day. It worked well. It gave me a nearly a full day to come up with…

I never did get the backwards piano crescendo quite how I wanted it. I guess it would be one big argument for working with it as an audio file, rather than an NNXT set to play a sample backwards. Also, the timing at the end feels screwy. My guess…

ambient/chill-out type tune

What's strange to me is that sometimes when I play back these live improvs, I hear a lot more mistakes than I remember actually making. And it's quite possible that it's not in my head. I already noticed that my digital piano treats really quiet…

yelyah - "solo piano 20100402" 60% deliberate + 40% improv = 100% imperfect playing

Experimentation in Drum and Bass/noise/electronica/psychedelic. Cheers.

A Poem about Fear.... -My friend Fear- By Tharek Mokbul My friend.... (!?) ..... You have controlled your tone....?!?! Is this the first time I have truly known you? The ever present protector.... Moderator of will.... I request that you know…

From my first RPM ablum back in 97.. i had lost the files for several years,, but i have found them... for my daughter Christine

An old one off of the never-to-be-released "Reminder of Winter in April" CD. There are just some days that you wake up and head off into your day knowing that you're "walking into the fire." "Take with you only what you need to survive."

Part of a series of songs based on stories written as random memories of a character born around 1870 and his escape from poverty and hardship. This song has no words, but consider the uncertain guitar solo as a reflection of his struggle in…

this song has a lot of music

this is a differnetly balanced v of the hway song not very interesting huh

This is the first of my microscopic moments