washing the eye of the land

I feel a special connection with the Gulf of Mexico, particularly that stretch of shore along Florida's panhandle. My grandparents had a house on the beach in Panama City, so my summers growing up were filled with white sand and blue-green waters, as well as all the adventures of my mischievous father and his brothers and clan.

big science

Here's an old recording I found lying around on my hard drive. I was hesitant to put it up here because, even though I like the song very much, the vocals really bother me and my intentions to re-do them never fully materialized (and probably never will).

the buddha or the bomb

Stanley Francis Baconstrip had just finished reading the sentence, "The discoveries of modern science have no doubt given their own verdict of opposing alternatives - of either the Buddha or the bomb, for instance - and it is up to each of us to decide which path to follow," when the old tea kettle began its gurgling, pre-whistle throat clearing.

adventures in sound #1

I recently attended an event that included the playing of crystal bowls, and found that the frequencies of certain bowls - each associated with one of our chakras - especially when played together, though not simultaneously, stirred great emotion and curiosity within me.

you are sleeping. you do not want to believe.

I've recently become disappointed that none of the biographies I read devote any significant amount of time to the dream lives of their subjects. Considering we spend approximately 1/3 of our lives asleep, and much of that dreaming, that adds up to a considerable chunk of time.

if you’re overweight, i’ll tax your fat

Well it's tax time once again, and I wanted to record a song celebrating this most unjoyful time of year.

“it’s a law of physics…look it up.”

If you've been following along here, you're probably aware that the MHz (Megahertz) movie's about Nikola Tesla and troubled disc jockey Brigh Montgomery as they unravel their tangled energies in an otherworldly dimension.

arrive without traveling

As much as I love seeing new places and experiencing hotel culture (yeah, I'm one of those weirdos that actually enjoys hotel rooms), I'm not particularly fond of traveling, and I think the main reason can be found in one essential preparatory act: packing.

when I fall between you and the wall

Not too long ago, I received an email from Tom Hachtman that simply said, "I have a title that could use a song: 'I'd Rather See You Than Avatar'"

lower the roof beam, carpenters…salinger’s gone home

You can hate me if you want, but Catcher in the Rye is my least favorite book by J.D. Salinger. In fact, it's not even one of my favorite books by anybody. And yet, oddly enough, Salinger is one of my favorite writers.