Buzzing through Mythopolis in a photon taxi or swinging across a barn on a frayed rope and landing face first in a bale of hay -- the choice is yours.  Loops, verb & tinkering.  Sugary soft scratches, reverb horns, scattering bass.  Electronic monkey pop for monkey bars.  Created with Apple Soundtrack and Final Cut Pro.  Headphones or wide stereo/surround speakers recommended.

Master Plan

National anthem for corrupt, misguided and incompetent US government foreign policy.   Add media enablers.  Yee-haw.  

Wack Wiretap (Dubya)

Electrical impulses, dendrite explosions.  Distorted percussion.   Crushed digital noise.  Hyper-pan.  Dedicated to sham politicians.  Because we know you're lying.  Because we know you are deceiving us… but we still don't yet know what to do with all the information.

I Know

If nothing else - noise.  If stretched, squeezed and reverberated - ambient.  If looped and distorted - industrial & pop.  If at all emotive - soundscape & soundtrack.

Just an Echo (Pan’s rebuttal)

Aphrodite placed a spell on my wanton heart
and I found myself at the turn
blindsided by unrequited affections
for the nymph of Kithairon
it's true, I wanted to strip away her veil
I chased her into the deepened wood
but nymphs can be pixies too
turning tricks to a dance of desperation
I never touched her
nor tricked shepherd and flock to her harm
such tales told lie false
she was never shredded to pieces by anyone
she fell for a boy full of himself
go figure
she withered away on her own
pining for what she could never have
her body to dried flowers and dust
her voice to mock reverberations
within dark-walled dwellings
beneath vaults of thick foliage
in the midst of rocks
now
she has no words
of her own anymore
she's just an echo
forever       more
she'll always be
just     an     echo.

Chasing Echo