I decided to try a few different things this year for RPM. This is the single (along with a b-side to make a playlist) I'm using to show I completed RPM. All told I had six songs and could have listed an EP, but the songs all need a bit more…

Trying to get something out of my trash-picked drum kit and my $11 ukulele from Lidl. I will probably not spend any more time on this. This is a song about a problem that many of us have faced but rarely talk about. Too many bags in my bag…

I was talking to someone about "sus" chords and decided to use as many as I could. The theme of the song came naturally. I can remember what my mother told me many years ago There’s a cloud that follows me everywhere I go She said it…

Note: new mix uploaded. Hard-panned guitars were overwhelming on mono speaker setups. Been around enough to see The people standing over me Go from wearing suits and ties To anything that they desire I have much experience To know when…

Broke out my antique TR-707 for this, needed that basketball-on-asphalt kick drum sound. Nicely forces everything into 8-bar chunks but kinda forced me to do a fadeout. I think I managed a decent "bridge" on this. Lyrics: I met a mighty…

Sadly the leopards are eating well in 2025.

If you’re looking for an easy way out I got some cyanide pills at my house Shine a light Take control of your life And mine I never loved being left out So let’s make it a suicide pact Then when we leave We’ll leave together And live…

I watch the sun rise once a month Wipe the creases off my palms Tracing in a few new ones Feeding the mourning doves The time we’re given’s not enough Would one more day be too much Rinse my palette on the front lawn Mixing the petals I…

TV dinner on the floor Mattress blocking the door You don’t have to hear me anymore I’ve got more notes than chords I should’ve known walls would come down Swinging that sledgehammer around They told me it’d be a long climb over the hill…

Crawling around in a tiger hat and temporary tattoos Pulled myself up with straps I fashioned from my father’s boots I’m dancing with my laces tied together I’m walking in the same skin I wore ten years ago Same blisters on my ankles from…