a random collection of tracks from different decades and instrumentations that just seemed to go together. yes, they happen to be almost in alphabetical order. so what?

940900-01

this song has silent lyrics. you should sing inside your head “nine four oh nine oh oh… nine four oh nine oh oh… dash oh one…”
the title comes from the label on the 4-track analog tape from which it came. its really old.

blatittybloop

“blatittybloop” is what I hear this particular chunky percussion saying, and its reminiscent in a way of the percussion line from mike oldfield’s “ommadawn”.
like a lot of incompetent synthers, many of my pieces are of the form: “here’s a neat sound. here’s another neat sound…”
the percussion is a pretty hairy analog synth feedback loop. its a surprisingly technical way to generate unusual sounds. the remainder of this particular batch of neat sounds come from a thing called “VST U-NO-60.” its a software simulator of the old Roland Juno-60 synth.
back in the day, I used to dream about what I could do if I could afford equipment like that, and a decent recording rig. well, now we know, I guess.

city on the hill

this one-take piano improvisation loosely references Jerusalem by C. Hubert H. Parry.

discrete

this piece is kind of an homage to eno’s discrete music. it just kind of hovers out there, like fog over the lake in the morning.
its done using an old dx-100 my brother jim gave me many years ago. the thing kind of looked like a toy, but it was surprisingly versatile.

dont-lie-to-yourself

another study in messing around with the U-NO-60.

foggy-headed-breakdown

I won’t say I play the banjo, but I have one.

lapping-lake-waves

art of noise.

not-dark-yet

an exploration of the really clean eq and processing capabilities of the emu.  can I get a witness?

not-fade-away

this song has a story. a little while ago I had an assignment in the d.c. area. they put me up in a nice hotel that was basically an apartment, but I still got lonely sometimes. I brought my guitar, that I have to say is my second best friend.  I recorded this with anita in my mind. I sent it to her phone. she got a hoot out of it. you know, some degree of traveling is good for you, and its the coming home that reminds you what makes it all worthwhile.

what I’m thinking of

composed in a hotel room in d.c. while thinking about my honey so far away.