I worked as a kitchen skivi in the entertainment district for a short while and all night the sound of people moving fom bar to bar would come up from the street. I was working in a comedy club called the Glee club, it's also where I wrote Rhubarb.

Another Bainsey collaboration. Improv harmonies and lirics. Rough mix, will need to add some dynamics to bring the backing track forward.

A short exersise in distortion and improvisation. A low day.

Getting silly with home made muffins. I know I can do better, hopefully the embarasment of having this out there will kick in to concentrating enough to get some quality in to my recordings again.

Colaboring with Bainsey, a local blundering magician. Old words from the dessert.

A Psalm.

First song written on an electric. Was, and Is and Is to come.

Today's jamming of an old tune. Don't get to comfy: there's more.

I found a spot beside the path on the mountain of Jazz, not very far up, but the view was pleasant, so I stayed a while and and grabbed some words from the beauty and life passing at the time.