> This here is the story of how Jack Merlot ( author/contributor to World War Nine ) felt bad that he wasn't going to have anyone to celebrate Valentine's Day with this year, and nobThis here is the story of how Jack Merlot ( author/contributor…

The opening of the Chalcedony Collossus takes us to the Boneyard, where, prior to being the final resting place of several other Titans, goliaths, & collossi, it laid it's marrow-filled bones out before the casual adventurer to document the…

The Chalcedony Collossus' appearance in the Boneyard while Jack Merlot is there, is described herein. These files suck BTW I'm publishing these because I want to listen to my improv/freestyle sessions in my car to see if I can make any sense…

This is just a freestyle vocal into an Audacity session that tells the meandering story of Jack Merlot's latest adventure in the Boneyard. It ( truly ) sucks and I commend you, oh Adventurous One, for wanting to expose your earholes to my practice…

This song is just... some improvised music I recorded for a Valentine's Day project that I now realize will never happen. So, in the spirit of the Creative Commons, I'm posting the Tuvan-throat-singing-Buddhist-Monk multitrack vocal session…

The Dagger Dolls kept their accoutrements inside this small locked cabinet. But that doesn't stop Johnny Rebel After Midnight from taking a wild stab at it, to take another jab at it, to try and break free from the habit that's plagued him so long.

The somewhat hesitant yet still compelling story of how a two-bit grifter by the name of Jack Merlot was working late into the evening one night, practicing his walking-stick-like bass lines on a dreadnought guitaron, when, much to his surprise…

She went her way, I went mine. I read about what happened to her in the tabloid papers. They were already covering her struggles with drugs & alcohol. So it just made sense for me to write a little bit about what it was like, with her…

Shorty Reporting from a bumpin' club kittycorner to the Stalingrad Laser Tag Arena. While the familiar drone of Katelynne's hard Russian house beats new life into old souls, you can hear the off nights from working all the old brites into beamers…