12 Some Good Evil Jam "Rescue Me"

Despite the somber mood of this track, you should still be able to find a few 'touches' of blue across it … hopefully.

With a touch of blue...

With A Touch Of Blue

A track made with all Brian Funk instruments!!!

Roll North

Just a short and simple piece only using 4 adjusted presets of Brian Funks - Baby, Baby Grand Piano sample pack

Brian's Piano

To the sky and beyond. A tune inspired by and written only using the sounds from the Brian Funk SK-1 Ableton Pack.

https://brianfunk.com/blog/casio-sk1

SKybound

My son Corm made the pads, bassline, and beat around an old melody of mine! 
So sick!

Undaunted [Corm Cut]

A groovy tune with a fun switch-up. I was listening to a lot of Soichi Terada and Shinichiro Yokota while I made this track. You can probably hear the influence.

Loud Enough

Levels

Apophenia

Ataraxis

Hate The Crime

In a galaxy not far away, around a dying star, lies the orbit of a feline fortress- a planet just for us!
In a race against the expanding outer layers of our sun, we must open every portal until a brand new world is won. 
What evil may come?

Cloaked claws, powerful paws,
Veiled in magic mystery, our incantations rise.
Cloaked claws, this is our cause!
Be it fate or destiny, our future is in the sky.

Cloaked Claws

My mom and I loved potatoes so I was thinking about the way in Dia de Los Muertos you pay homage to those we've lost along the voyage and thought I'd find a way to get that into the song. The intent of this song was to relate to the general malaise we can experience at times after we've lost someone really important in our lives like our moms.  Sometimes the malaise has no strong emotion to it, just a sense of emptiness but you can take away your own meaning to any song....  


Haven’t slept so well since my mom died
Tried to eat french fries, my stomach just capsized

All the news just came too fast
Couldn’t make it last, we have a beautiful past

All these memories flow, like an ice floe
Like a lost boat, never coming home

Ballerina slippers stored in a basement bin
Remembering when, you had dreams

High above, the petrichor rain
Angels sang, to the moon
Blue heron swoon, searching for food
Sorting pebbles, and beads, odd trinkets to the sea

Of lives, lost in hate, a perfect escape
For insecure rage, tumbling down, a mountainous wave
Carrying all our ancestors, safely to their enclave by the sea

Milk and honey, an apple seed,
Pomegranates ripen, olives brighten
Our garden glistens, nobody knows what it’s like when no one listens
To what we’ve seen

Haven’t slept so well since my mom died,
Guess I’ll eat french fries, my stomach’s half its size

I carry the pain in my back now, under my heart now,
from my neck down to my toes

Planted roses in your name, tulips bloom, every spring
But things just aren’t the same, hold my heart, in a sling

Carry forward what you taught me,
Mensch to be, in your eyes

Haven’t slept so well since my mom died,
Guess I’ll eat french fries


haven't slept so well since my mom died

Musician, Producer, and Educator from New York. 
Host of the Music Production Podcast. 
Author of 5-Minute Music Producer. 
Berklee Online teacher. 
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