This one sat around for quite a while collecting dust until I picked it up a couple days ago and started tinkering with it. I think I like it.

Extravagant and clean and practised, oh, so very well, they pose and fall and knead and climb, unclothed yet practical. The ceiling sets the scene and I am reminded not to go. I'm at the mercy of this posthumous woe. Never seen again…

We're cut off like the burden of branches. And we are all dropped, down the well. The sweetness of not having ventured or ever gained much, down the well. I'm swimming with my old friends. we don't need no rope. We were caught with…

This was the very first Eugene Hammond track; indeed, the track that inspired me to start this up as a separate and distinct project from everything else in the first place. I revisited this track last month, rebuilding it from the ground up…

We're cut off like the burden of branches. And we are all dropped, down the well. The sweetness of not having ventured or ever gained much, down the well. I'm swimming with my old friends. we don't need no rope. We were caught with…

The coveting of mystery is not what it used to be. So silent, we sway as if there was nothing wrong. So I keep away from me as you get the best of me. This violent reaction brings longing and painful new poison. This humbling history is…

It's never to late...to create.

My favorite time of day.

Returning to an earlier time when things were simple.

I keep pushing the pedal down and nothing is happening....