A song meant as inspiration for anyone who has ever felt stuck before they've even started. Don't let the fear of failure hold you back. Always remember you can begin again.

A fun ditty about a magician.

An act of desperation.

I always feel an undercurrent of creativity smoldering just below the surface. It takes some upheaval to dislodge a spark, though. Sometimes that disturbance kicks out a big enough spark to kindle a sputtering flame. That flicker is what gives…

Listen, and we'll tell you a story about two people with a shared past crossing paths on public transit. It's bluegrass instrumentation with the addition of a harmonium and a drum kit.

Electronical music stuff.

The vocalist has been very busy with stuff, so you're stuck with this straight on rock instrumental thingy. Two guitars, bass, drums, and organ. The title is about... well, use your imagination. It really is just a sound.

There are times when you KNOW something's coming. You see the signs, and against all your good sense and smarts, you head off toward it. In the end, you find yourself stuck, staked, trussed, and waiting for it all to wash over you.

An act of contrition. Also, I'm gonna tell yo' mama. Featuring Christine Gambrell and the Riley Steiner All Girl Glee Gala.

Until the fog lifts, you never know what's down there.

This is what my brain hears when I suddenly wake up at 1:30AM.

Good clean fun. A sort of retelling of what rehearsals were like for the band I was in while I was in music school.

When I wrote this, I felt as if some havoc was looming nearby. There was an itching, crawling impression that at any moment I could become yet another casualty of the omnipresent "SMITE" button. Perhaps I wrote this as sort of a musical talisman…

A mashup of Dubstep and Jug Band music. I think I offended my own sensibilities.

Just a thing I wrote kind of about perception.

I was thinking about how powerful, yet tenuous and fragile memories are. I have no idea why I’ve been fixated on this, Once there are no memories of you, you just don’t exist anymore. Yet, while people still remember you, it’s almost like a version…

We used to play poker for stuff. For example, "I'm in for this houseplant" "I'll see your houseplant and raise you a Butthole Surfers pin" "Too rich for me" "Ok, I'm in for the houseplant, the pin, and this baseball cap" Usually my bluffs…

My vote for keeping hard rock.

This was inspired by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s short story “The Final Problem”. This is the soundtrack to my mental movie of the battle between Sherlock Holmes and Mr. Moriarty at the Reichenbach Falls.