It's hard to say where, and tough to know when, but sometimes when the moon parks itself between the stars and the earth at just the right hour and the northern winds jettison their cold jet streams and the night owl trades 3rd shift for 1st, the rotation of the earth slows just long enough so that the neurons of an unsuspecting homosapien fire a salvo of the sort one could only describe as, what we here in the Troposphere call, inspiration. When the mood strikes, I just roll with it. 

What I will share here is a collection of songs that, at one point in time or another, I felt the need to record, playback and gently edit an incessant amount of times before imperfection nodded to sanity and tacitly agreed, or perhaps with a sigh, to cut them loose. These musical numbers, straight from the shaky hands of an amateur enthusiast, are a mix of spontaneous fiddling and premeditated composition. I believe in all things janky, sketchy, homespun, and sincere. Maybe that will be reflected here. Go free, my minuscule creations. Care not for the fruits. Be heard or collect dust. Be pretentious or genuine. Inspire or irritate. Just get out of my head.

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