Sometimes you leave your future self a gift of the purest kind. I probably recorded this when I was 18 and still under some sort of seemingly never-ending hazy spell. Recently discovered lurking in the depths of an old Yahoo Mail account.

Transmissions

Tired, Sleepy, Dying

Priorities- The type of things you see fly right out the window when you embark on a journey of sounds.

Priorities

A Robot's Funeral Song

Daydreamin'

Wolf Eyes

Recorded with an iPhone under a tree just before it poured

Santa Clara

Hadn't done anything on my own in a while with loops so here ya go

Brujo Magick