I wrote the piece, then went searching for a title, which I found in the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows, by John Koenig. Aftergloom is defined as "the pang of loneliness the day after an intensely social event." I think it fits.

Inspired by an Autumn drive. The light was perfect, the music was perfect, just like one of those driving scenes from a film.

In college I was forced to sing in the chorus and we performed "O Magnum Mysterium" which celebrates that animals were present at the birth of Jesus Christ. So, I used couple of guitars and a fake orchestra to try and convey that feeling.

It’s about being lost in a perpetual dreamland, unable to escape or find your way. Time slips by and you’re without any awareness. Sound travels in strange ways leading to a fugal cacophony. You’re unable to focus as you search for someone, anything…

Boy meets girl. Girl enthralls boy. Hilarity ensues.

Burnt Knob a hill in a park where I pretty much grew up. It's the highest point in the county, and there's a nice scenic overlook where you can take in the vista of the lovely city (such as it is) and the surrounding suburbs. As a child, my best…

More rock band and violin fun.

You must be this tall to ride. A fiddle, a couple of guitars, a rhythm section, some strings and a human voice. Maniacal laugh was recorded at a birthday party for a 6 year old.

Recorded in Reaper with actual instruments mostly. Drums are virtual because I'm no drummer. Never played one on TV, nor did I stay at a Holiday Inn Express(tm) last night. It ended up being about heckling.

An instrumental with violin as the main solo instrument. A couple of guitars barge in and take solos eventually... It gets somewhat "human" at the end. Ok. I'll admit it. It got a little floaty, but hey, that adds charm, right?

Some of us are helplessly watching our country burn while imbeciles fan the flames.

A rock song that gets straight to the point.

A bunch of strings were plucked and bowed for this one.

Another rock song. We managed to put together a little musical junket for your listening pleasure.

A song for anyone who's spent any time at all with a human toddler.

We tried to convey the feeling you get when you're trying for the high ground, but become mired in a quickly setting pool of regret and "if only", that's threatening to make you merely a sad sculpture.

This started as what I thought was a pretty nifty riff. Then, it got a title, and some years later Christine wrote the lyrics and melody.

A bit of acoustic fun. I guess you could call it prog folk.

You had me at, "Of All the gin joints in all the towns in all the world..." Kind of a tribute to the movies. The ending evokes in me the wrenching from dreamcraft to lifecast when the final credits roll.