Music time.
I put up a remaster of my first Album ever made.
http://www.archive.org/details/FromTheBasementremastered
The summer begins soon. The lay of the lands stand still and growing into an ever progressive pace that not foreseen unwinds in a tumbling backwards from the hill becoming too steep and it all ends. the land. the growth. and the stillness.
Catch some previews of the summer collection beginning to flourish. Here and LATER
http://www.archive.org/details/zToAArsface
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
You know what time it is!?
Music time.
I put up a remaster of my first Album ever made.
http://www.archive.org/details/FromTheBasementremastered
The summer begins soon. The lay of the lands stand still and growing into an ever progressive pace that not foreseen unwinds in a tumbling backwards from the hill becoming too steep and it all ends. the land. the growth. and the stillness.
Catch some previews of the summer collection beginning to flourish. Here and LATER
http://www.archive.org/details/zToAArsface
Monday, May 18, 2009
Digging up the past.
I don't know what to do with most of the things i've done. They are randomly about the computer and the house and not sure how to feed it. I did record a session on the juno this past weekend. it's on tape, though.
FIRST wedding music. My sister is getting married This weekend and i am playing during the opening/ceremony. I'm willing to give it my best shot. It's not the biggest day of my life. but really hers. and the music should be somewhere in between. It's a great movement forward in life. A progression we all can enjoy for the weekend. To creating and bringing new life. Now for some new music. I must move on past myself to get ahead of everything else. I hope to see more people soon. It's like living in a cave and trying to find the america. still taking out trash :)
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
in the light glowing about the head
There are birds flying in a neighbors home with clean porcelain and happy company. The bird escapes but captured before any attempt to wander off over the buildings inside of streets and the spots moving. The air lays comfortably in a new environment. Now. it still runs through the flowing conscience speaking thought. In there what paints? For mere pleasure. For the glow in smile. To the bird to fly. Over doubt but past awareness. Walking in and over intersections in mind of a certain destination. Breathing and admired and ing. Flow the conscience of a bird's flight for a common inter-plunged disposition. Dream the sayer and believe all the better. No mind to land. What now rests deep rest only to sleep.
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