HYSTERIA poem by: T.S. Eliot (1888-1965) As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her laughter and being part of it, until her teeth were only accidental stars with a talent for squad-drill. I was drawn in by short gasps…

eshar asked me "if you ever feel like supplying some funky vocals...that would be awesome! ." I said "yes" instantly because i love what she comes up with. Here is the first attempt, all words are made up on the moment with no retakes. I think…

HYSTERIA poem by: T.S. Eliot (1888-1965) As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her laughter and being part of it, until her teeth were only accidental stars with a talent for squad-drill. I was drawn in by short gasps…

you know them little voices in your head that appear sometimes, go away, come back ... ??? these are mine ... peace, rei

a sweet guitar jazz improvisation ... I hope ... peace, rei

smooth chillout track ... something to relax with a little bit edge ... peace, rei