Horror

Waveform artwork is a section from one of my acrylic paintings I made when I taught a paint night at my house.  I composed the basis for this song on my phone while my girl went into a haunted house and I was scared so I waited outside, hence the name of the song.  I went back over this song multiple times with Korg Radias later, and also with Kaossilator to add effects.

Haunted Wait

Multi-layer improvisation with Korg Radias keyboard and guitar, and TC Helicon Voice Pedal.

Ambivalence

This is a multi-layer planned song I wrote on a Korg Radias keyboard and sang.

Normal Skeleton

I tried to make a Dubstep/Glitch song entirely on my phone in FruityLoops mobile version while I waited for my car to get fixed.  The rhythm is messy, but so are doctors.

Patience Patients

This sad clown ran between some buildings in the city to cry next to a dumpster when nobody liked his show.  This is an improvised song that was later heavily edited in audacity to achieve what a lot of people sounds like "underwater", but I just call it "creepy sad".

Pathetic

Written directly into MuseScore sheet music software, then rendered and filtered.

Here is the official score: https://musescore.com/user/93785209/scores/22690834

Fortified Cereal

This song was completely improvised by me on my Korg Radias keyboard while my girl took a walk right before Halloween.  I had like 15 minutes.

Broken Carousel

Apologize to Flying Kiwis... the vox was way too quiet.
But at the time, I had no time.

LYRICS:
In the dim haze of an evening's sigh,
Embers low, dancing in the quiet sky...
Whispers in the cooling night, weary minds, soft and light,
It too unwinds, blurred in gray.
Wistful dream slips away.
Shadows grow, entwine their grace, soft and slow,
Lasting trace...
Quiet rage, trembling spark, within its cage, staining the dark.
Fragile cup, a bitter tongue, anger wells up, quietly sung.
Unshed cries, tightening grip, a disguise, every sip.
Fans the flame, 'neath the calm, whispering a name, balm embalm...
In this ritual, the fury brews.
Cigarette ash falls like silent snow.
And the tea, once sweet, now bitterly stews, in the heat of an anger that refuses to go.

Cigarette and Chamomile

Cigarette And Chamomile

Ok imagine you are underground in a tunnel like in the Goonies movie and there are all these leaky pipes shaking around.

Drips

Deadicated to my mother, seriously I promise she will like this song.  She used to play a classical piece on piano that sounded very dark and it had three loud chords, which I used to sing "Eat Your Brain" to while I was young... it must have been Halloween at the time.  My mother taught piano lessons out of the house.

Eat Your Brain

I was going for a dubstep innocent evil that sees through your charade.

Flowers And Bones

I don't like you, just your shadow.
Algorithmic generated voice.
Organ of course.

I Like Your Shadow

Opening music for a horror film I'm making called "The Dranglers" about mutant angler fish with spider legs that lure humans by shaping their esca like everyday objects.

Here is the movie teaser: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=semmDIcMcG8

I'm working with local Stefan Parrish in Hampton, VA.

The Dranglers

Ambient sludge.  Made with TE OP-1 Field.  Recordings of myself using these instruments: opening a soda can, crunching a protein bar wrapper, unrolling a thing of packaging tape, tapping on my old metal office desk.  We are all just selfish rats.

Rats Under The Docks

Multi-artist project of April 2025.

LYRICS AND ANNOTATIONS:

(Morse code for "we are just like you we promise. settle in.")
(birds)
Bones chilled in the old ghost forest,
Where the tide came in took the land away.
Hollow trees, still standing.
Knee deep in swamp water is where I stay (is where I stay).

Living lives of quiet desperation.
The haters, they just follow the herd,
Wearing masks of false inspiration,
Their festering wounds left undisturbed (undisturbed).

Running towards the pain,
The wicked voice of their disdain,
On that edge - the tired eyes reflect:
It’s only the first time we fear what’s next.

For those who live in risk,
In a society whose promises won’t stick,
Is this the end of the line?
Have we used up what’s left of our time?

In the old ghost forest, I stand tall
Like a stubborn oak tree that refuses to fall.
Empty cans and bottles lie nearby,
Artifacts from a past that will not die.

In the old ghost forest, I kneel to pray,
Confess my sins, wash them away.
In the old ghost forest, I scream aloud,
"Lord, gimme the strength to stand proud!"

(birds)
Our future's found: four circles deep.
Come slosh around; more misery, reaped.

What’s woes occurred: cursed, fate foreseen.
What does the word "worst" even mean?

A fitting gloom: stark, rank and sour.
A fetid tomb: dark, dank and dour.

We should have known how ends begin.
This is our home now; settle in.

Settle in.

(city street chatter)
We should have known how ends begin.
This is our home now; settle in!

Settle in!

We are just like you.
We promise, we promise.
Settle in…
We promise, we promise.
Settle in…

Black tar rains from a sky long dead,
We chew on rust, drink molten lead.
No dawn breaks through this crawling haze,
Just grinding teeth and static praise.
This is the hymn of bone and sin—
The sludge within did settle in.

Our tongues are ash, our limbs decay,
We march in place, still rot away.
This is the hymn of bone and sin—
The sludge within did settle in.

This is the hymn of bone and sin—
The sludge within did settle in.
(ocean sounds)

Settle In

Break Out Of Your Coffin

Started this track out on my TE OP-1 Field with a very over-modulated organ noise, then added many more layers and some vox of me growling and laughing.  Lots of post production edits and filters in audacity... more than usual.

Evil Organ Grinder

For reasons unknown but time will tell...
Multi-instrumentalist, all types of music, all types of methods.
Occasional collaborations with other artists.
Sometimes I post the sheet music if it's piano.
Lately, my favorite instrument is a TE OP-1 Field keyboard.

Horror

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