Lions and Tigers and Bears. Are dancing, right within the Void (by way of Martin Silenus, The Poet) ~For Svetlana, my only love~ Note: The music presented here is composed and handcrafted without use of additional devices/midi, mostly on…

This is one of my favorite Morphine songs. I can't compare to the original, but it's a song I've always loved, and I think it suits my style... if I have one. :) Raw, no mixing, no effects.

When I stepped into that night I felt at home for the very first time in a long, long time. When I stepped into that street I felt complete for the very first time in a long, long time. I didn't wonder where you'd been all day. Or maybe I did…

This is her second song. Or rather, it's called Her Second Song -- it's probably more like her 99th song. But it's her last song. I swear.... I know I said I would always be there I know I said you would always always always be mine I know…

Helplessly But then sometimes in the colorless light of a hazy windy moonlit night, the feeling haunts you like you've known that you would always be alone. But then sometimes in the sparkling sun, you think of things you should have done…

Remake of another old song. This is little me and my big acoustic, recorded with two cheap microphones. The dynamics of this song make it next to impossible to get the flat sound I want out of it. Any recording engineers out there? ;…

Just a simple song about a horsey ride. Little me and my Alvarez, recorded on a single cheap MXL mic., no effects. -- Misty on my face is the love of gods calling me Ice upon my skin made more painful by this solitude Ride upon my broken steed…

This song is something special to me. I think it was special to John too. It hurts to miss people who are gone from your life, but I think it's worse to forget them.

... again ... for Randy. Memories of old magazines gathering dust on the shelves with things you never could let go of. Dirty chess sets hardly touched. Empty bottles of cheap scotch you never could get enough of. And it's a shameful world…

... again ... for Randy. Memories of old magazines gathering dust on the shelves with things you never could let go of. Dirty chess sets hardly touched. Empty bottles of cheap scotch you never could get enough of. And it's a shameful world…