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…

Leafless trees hung low in the cold. I saw myself kneel, fall, die all alone. No pity, no tears, no profound song. Just gone. The limbs of the trees broke in the wind. Worn and old from beckoning, again and again. But no god came. In the end…

Leafless trees hung low in the cold. I saw myself kneel, fall, die all alone. No pity, no tears, no profound song. Just gone. The limbs of the trees broke in the wind. Worn and old from beckoning, again and again. But no god came. In the end…

Just sort of popped into my head, fully formed, in the last week. Dedicated to Muslimgauze (Bryn Jones) an artist who still fills me with awe.

Blok P is the largest residential building in all of Greenland, and the largest building in Nuuk. It contains around 500 apartments. Notice the bitrate of this song: It's only 128.

A very quick recording of this fresh composition. I'm really busy these days! I hope you like and/or enjoy this desperated one.

A mini-miniature conceived last night, some hours ago... as the result of a discussion. Enjoy. Edit: new record.

This song is a tribute to my one and only late sister. It is not meant to be sad, it is meant to paint a picture of a deeply emotional person, who had a zest for life that was infectious. I never knew anyone else like her and I never will.