Hold On was written and recorded in West Point Nebraska when I was doubting many things in my life. I wrote this as a reminder to always keep going even if things aren't looking as good as they could. You'll always find what your looking for…

Money can't buy you happiness.

HELL'S HOME GROUND ================== (c) r.halstrom 2006 all rights reserved you sent me on my way on my way down to the devil's carnival on - hell's home ground didn't need a heart on fire in a loveless town the band is there to welcome…

new song today on my player written after finding out some horrible news from a friend about her rape and DV. i'm sick and tired of men thinking women are rag dolls to be tossed around. love her - don't hit her ====================== (c) raik…

Sometimes we stay in a relationship because we grow comfortable, and we're scared to leave. The fear of being alone fuels us to settle for the wrong one. This song is my reflection of one situation that I was in. "Let Her Go"

Shaken, not stirred please. Experimenting more with sandbags' Elysium. This time I used it to trigger elephant samples for part of the percussion section.

Just working out some rhythms. Toucans come in at about 1 minute.. wish I could get the sound onto vinyl for some proper scratching. I used Sandbags' awesome generative sequencer Elysium for some of the ambient and lower pitched toucans. The lead…

NOT FINISHED. another draft. just putting it up here so that i kick myself in the pants to flesh it out and write verses and whatnot and redo everything. great! this draft is continuously replaced with newer versions. check back, please! (oh yeah…

"Change" by bmelon

"Wooh DOG" by bmelon

"Pull" by bmelon

"Walk" by bmelon

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…

That's right! The first of my pieces with a title! It actually started as a little tune I whistled when I was getting my soccer stuff off after practice, and it hit me to record it, so I did... This is the outcome.

Hey Kids! Bring some strangers... Uncle Bobo's bus is in car jail.