Conceived and inspired by the 24 and 1/2th birthday of a loved one.

More from the archive. This was intended to have vocals, but that collab never happened. Anybody here want a stab?

From the dusty archives. Will it go round in circles? Stay tuned to the end and see.

Written by Tangmo. Arranged by, and performed with, Phil Close. When this man was a little boy though sick and frail her pride and joy Mamma give him all he need Till he start to shoot up like a weed. He want to stay close He want…

Silence in the air further cold Breathing again. Nobody can see into my old feeling. No, no one can take this moment No, no one can change what I think now I am free I could open my eyes again Silence in the rain further cold bBreathing…

Written and performed by Tangmo and Jay Jackson. If my voice sounds a little sickly, it's because it was. I went into the hospital with life-threatening heart and respiratory problems days after laying vocals for this song. It remains a 'spiritual…

An ernest attempt at progressive rock.

Just a mellow, sensitive piece despite my blushing uncomfortability showing "that" side. Or something like that.

Easy jazz...I reckon.

Tang paid for the rights to use this on a CD, but never did. If the publishing rights holder wants it back, he'll accept refund. Tangmo himself is gone and there ain't no sunshine in more ways than one. Uploading for him. Enjoy.