A little jam I composed for an RPG style video game.  In my head I saw futuristic fantasy technologies with people teleporting around on pads and shooting across the sky in clear tubes as transportation.  Very "The Jetsons"-like in nature, the city has colorful pastels with greenery, clean and shiny glass designs, and is founded upon huge pillars that jet up away from the planets crust erecting the "City Near The Stars", literally.

City Near The Stars

RPG style song I composed while imagining a small culture of individuals that live simple lives completely absent of life outside their village.  Farmers, herders, hunters, gatherers, basket weavers, clay pot makers, the whole nine lived here.  I imagined what this scenario would sound like the morning after a devastating battle that left the village (who were so involved with "Living Off the Land") in ruins.

Living Off The Land

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Timeframe, 50's-60's.  Location, after hours in the church basement.  Event, a get together of "cool cats" that get to decompress some of their weekly stress and just jam.  No more complaining about the dog days of the week.  Just chill.  You got uptown and downtown folks.  You might have your "hood" or "ghetto" types.  But, there's no mistaking the sound you get when your "Fruhm da Prahjeks".  Where people are more down-home and in tuned with making noise into a story.  At least thats what I imagine while composing this RPG style unfinished song. 

Fruhm da Prahjeks

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I picture a race against time as the "good guys" ascend a giant tower to save someone and time is running out in this unfinished RPG style songs.

6/8 Thing

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A "test" song after I bought my Yamaha Motif-Rack ES and rewired Fruity Loops into the mix.

Balls (20 JUN 06)

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Playing with creepy suspenseful music.

I Dont Know What The Crap

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A "reverent" sound with soon to be bombastic brass and a better crescendo at the end.  Its suppose to jump straight into a fast section.

Its Not Even The Ending

Lyrics-

the year is '93 and my chubby-cheeked face
is about to take place in a battle in deep space
before i pace this race i go to the menu and start
and i take time to listen to jams that tug at my heart
i always
reach in my soul man i wonder for days
how these dudes find this magic and gold in every phrase
these precise calculations skills designs and ways
that make me scream how im gonna be like them one of these days

im in highschool now and im rocking in band
more friends than i can count and all we do is jam
so much time imagining  makin a career
writin songs for games 200 grand a year
and its intoxicating how i play so many things
piano guitar tuba trumpet sax and strings
bass and clarinet flute trombone and things 
like autoharps and drums making sounds for screens

so im out the house now and I'm on my own
and the friends i used to have 
i like to think i still know 'em
its just that i dont have time dont know how to say
but i work so hard every night and day 
but something still pulled me leading me straight
back to age 10 that crazy musical age
and if i find time to jam either its wrong or its played
man if art is suffering ive been suffering for days
and then it suddenly hits me and the feelings just right
but theres still a little tweaking i gotta do on the mic
no matter tonight is my night 
i cant never jam 
without givin my vacation time back to the man
improv and diversity is the key that i need
thats why im rappin to this song cuz man i cant sing
the irrelevance im carryin with every click that the click track clicks to make  me stick to this
song album record or whatever the trick
im guaranteed to pull my weight if youd just let me sit
and write phrases and dreams and thoughts with every lick
with piano and guitar and concepts in every hit
or an elaborate symphony piece that i coud make for a flick 
of 2 chicks that hate school and have too many zits
no matter the difference itll always make sense
that 8-bit game synth led me to this
and then its boom my world and theres not a single boundary
staccato strings 8-bit sounds and loud drums pounding
"hey man you cant do that, that aint real"
then we'll bring the trumpets back and well see how we feel
..... sounds like its working
i got real skill here while miley cyrus is twerking 
so back off
you dont know what i hear inside my head
while most art isn't even truly valued til your dead
and long gone the crowd will still be chanting my song
as an audio pioneer i think this jam should belong
as an evolutionary chain depicting all that went on
in my life and how it changed me
and how the change is so strong
cuz musics the same language regardless of the continent
defined as a tonal series thats resolving a common tonic
and now your on it
from rhianna to sonic 
ill be honest im through talking bob your head and jump on it

Industrial Moose