Across the railroad track from my glorious studio was an abandoned, trash strewn cement loading dock where society's human detritus would come to drink, sleep and mill about. Taking a break from a particularly grueling night of recording one of my songs, I squinted in the gray dawn and focused on a red paint sprayed, almost illegible line that stated: "love... another word for pain". A bolt zinged through the back of my poor head and within a day of feverish, brainsick activity another audio analogy spewed forth from my shadow's ruler. 
Having miserably failed repeatedly to do the lyrics myself, good fortune appeared at my studio door in the form of Entertainment's Newest Time-out Sensation: 4 1/2 year old Julien (nephew of a writer friend of mine). At first the little recalcitrant diva-dude didn't wanna talk into the mic, until I bribed him by dangling a plastic sack of fakey, sugar coated, artificially flavored, gelatinous orange slices in front of his little pixie face. After eating one what transpired is, in my estimation, one of the most heartfelt renditions I can comfortably go to my grave being truly in love with.
I also did that "question love" sculpture around the same time.

Love: another word for pain

Let's play the peepee game
pee pee pee pee pee pee pee
Put your peepee in my peepee and go pee pee pee pee pee pee
Put your peepee in my peepee and go pee pee pee pee pee pee pee
Put your peepee in my peepee and go pee pee pee pee pee pee pee pee pee pee
We all play the peepee game

Let's Play The PeePee Game

This is THE anthem of people everywhere in the World

New World Anthem

voices + 2 guitar tracks using my all-time favorite: a 1960's "DECCA" super low end Japanese electric I found all busted up in the garbage behind Music Emporium and lovingly restored, plus a big, mean sounding bass.

Beach Song by Modern Man

Almost all of my music is created extemporaneously and on-the-fly, with the intent of expanding it later. There's just never enough time, never enough time....

The Great Song

A one chord wonder. 
I love my rum buddies & gin blossoms, wine willows, beer blotches etc.
They took me years to cultivate.

A Pretty Little Song

For the basis of this song I tuned my guitar to some kind of a chord then capoed up the neck and beat a cadence on the top side using two 45 caliber bullets (I thoughtfully removed the gunpowder from the bullets first, then put the lead slugs back in). 
For the basie dive-bomb effect at the start I strung a heavy bass string on my Stratocaster guitar and used the whammy bar run through a volume pedal.



A NOBLE SONG

While washing and drying the silverware and throwing it in the drawer, she sings.

I like how she tricks me into believing that it's MY decision to take a nap by offering me all sorts of options.
This was recorded on a table-top Webcor reel-to-reel. Before she acquired it she had a wire recorder.

1956 - 3 year old Modern & mom, Marcy

Several guitars run through a volume pedal, Digitech PDS 1002 digital delay, then through Alesis Midiverb - reverb unit set on "Deep Space."
I've always been fascinated with the dissonance of the infinite, and this proves it.

Dischordant Universe

I can't even begin to describe my loathing of human history - so, I have attempted to do it here with guitars.

Products: ...that's all we are.

Love: another word for pain

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