I'm better at using my pots and pans for music than for food, so I post this tune in hunger. 3 pots, 1 pan, and a tabla. "i'm just a gangsta in the jungle" recorded in the amazon. It's actually a part of a monologue that I will likely never post…

embedding happiness into your consciousness 

words fail me right now, so I will just include the music. fretless bass, electric and acoustic guitars, tambourine, fake drums, emotions.

This is my 12 hour song (written, recorded, mixed, mastered) ... I pined away all day at it while a storm kept me company. instrumentation: a man lost his house and sold me his fretless bass for next to nothing. a family friend gave me…

Here I attempt to articulate a few distinct feelings of the home, or the affect of cultivating one's own space, or not. Instrumentation: house keys, pots and pans, long bamboo flute, synth, drum programming, voice(s), and didgeridoo (a real…

 uncle-nephew collaboration: My nephew banged on the guitar, I found a few usable loops in there. I had him sing" the people in the city are runnin' 'cause the robots in the…

Sudara recorded some hang drum and glu chopped it up. This is from this morning's remix in underwear session. Cello notes are from the free philharmonic orchestra pack online.

more morning underwear recording/remixing sessions.. this one a bit depressing maybe? I recorded a noisy thunderstorm in the morning last week and yesterday recorded guitar played by violin bow. The result is this messy and hopefully evocative…

 and you didn't even have to spend the night to get it. another one from the morning sessions...

I think I dislike this song, but it's been sitting in my bounce folder far too long and something about it still makes me play it from time to time. Maybe you will like it more than I do. the simple lyric is not meant to be interpreted literally…