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.

A picture from the We Are the Music Makers was the driving force, well, tiptoeing force for this one.

Not much to say about this one. Riff's been wafting around in my mind for a couple of years. Probably didn't do it justice, but procrastination got the best of me.

Before Covid, there was a nightlife. This is an old song celebrating those days. Kinda.

"If you start something, finish it, no matter the result. You can spend your whole life rewriting the same piece." Nelson Keyes

It has nothing to do with the lake in Louisiana.

Straight ahead raw guitar based rock. Punk-like in its lack of concern for a perfect performance.

Not much to say about this. It consumed me for awhile, and I'm not convinced it's worth it. A little keyboard intro, bass, drums and a bunch o' guitars. And some stress and sweat.

Power trios have always been my favorite kind of rock band. I like them so much, I'm in one. This was written for them, but with the pandemic and our minuscule practice studio, I did this at home, all by myself.

What I hear when I imagine riding in a VW bus with my feet propped up on the dashboard.

Part "Aye, aye, aye" of the Miscellany Trilogy.