Flying cars, robot maids The promises science fiction made Bases on the moon, vacation on Mars I don't think we'll reach the stars Is the human race almost through? I long for tomorrows we never knew Mark Cook-Warr guitar

Warming up the recording tubes for RPM

Draft of first two sections... --- There's no way out of here that I can see. There's no need to fight in here. Nobody wins. Why do you want it so bad?

Draft of first two sections... --- There's no way out of here that I can see. There's no need to fight in here. Nobody wins. Why do you want it so bad?

Draft of first two sections... --- There's no way out of here that I can see. There's no need to fight in here. Nobody wins. Why do you want it so bad?

A blasphemously reverent prayer to the Goddess of Sacred Uproar. Lyrics are here: http://bit.ly/OurPrayer The song is the musical rendition of a piece from my book, "PRONOIA Is the Antidote for Paranoia: How the Whole World Is Conspiring…

Draft arrangement of a favorite song. Wurlitzer, Moog Model D, Banjo and some Rodney advice. Thanks to Almut, Mars, Floss for vocal chorus help and Markus for the beautiful scratchy baroque violin.

All hands. This is the captain. We are slowly being pulled deeper into the zone of darkness by an unknown force. We're going to apply all available power into one giant forward thrust in the hope it will yank us out of the zone.

All hands. This is the captain. We are slowly being pulled deeper into the zone of darkness by an unknown force. We're going to apply all available power into one giant forward thrust in the hope it will yank us out of the zone.

I've been inspired all week by Steve Reich's Electric Counterpoint. This piece of 6 parts done by me on baritone ukulele is my response to it, very loosely based and the core repetitive rhythmic part based on the 3rd movement, Fast. Additional…