I sleep, at the bottom of the sea, The waves crash, the fish pass, and I still won't hear a thing. Cause you drink, way too much again, You're alone, you're home. Hide your hands, hide your…

With music by Geoffrey Armes, written and recorded for RPM 2017.

An ode to forests. The verse lyrics are based on the poem "Aston Hall" by my friend, Natalie Doig.

oud and looping in Pure Data

Gary the drummer sent the lyrics and chords over and im guitlty og the rest. I must add it sounds nothing like it will finish up but hey i've just got my computer back and can record again so who cares!!!

Source:Samples

Shane Cadman-bass Paul Muller-synth Kavin.-guitar

1) Fly according to fixed wing aerodynamics, while rolling when turning, thus losing lift. 2) Coordinate with a limited number of interaction neighbors. 3) Stay above a sleeping site and when they happen to move outwards from the site…

kind of a ghostly field of Irish on an Egyptian Oud in some kind of hybrid tuning.

Recorded for Sound In, 17/03/17 Flute, EHX Stereo Memory Man