I woke up Giraffe in my bed, they had the probes in my head, and they're trying to drive me insane.
Yea, I know that guy, he lives up the street and around the block. And when I walk up the the store pass the park, he's doing karate chops.
Sometimes when I go to sleep I see him hovering over my bed, he's holding hands with a wizard who has a bicycle for a head....insane...

Insane Attempts *Featuring Fury Spirits*

I see BOBHA in the trees when she waves her leaves for me. 
I masks to celebrate all those days gone by.
It puts my mind at ease I know she's next to me.
My smile is wide as the dirt goes by.
I will not react to your coward attacks.
I want to help the haunted ones, I know its not fun.
Raise your level of thought to what you need and not want.
You'll smile and smile to the setting sun...



Wind Song

A short sample of my latest build from Pennie Vollet Cigar Box Guitars. The "Boob Boom" Click here for video https://vimeo.com/152519228

"The Hook" Click here for video

BOBHA is the force which governs the universe.  Through BOBHA truth can be revealed...

Intro to BOBHA

SF Streets is a experimental track, featuring poetry from the early 90's.

SF Streets (experimental)

A-440 is the fourth in a video series called "Water Stories" The camera pans across my watercolor, while I narrate my definition of noise. When I was in fourth grade, I was kicked out of music class and sent to the principals office for "making strange sounds with my instrument." Now here I am several decades later contemplating the point at which noises and sounds becomes music? What is it that defines music? Is it fair to say "music is just a bunch of strange sounds"...?

A440

Suffice To Say

I was way up in the mountains, I was way up in the snow. All alone and by myself I had no place to go. I got lost for days it seems, you wouldn't believe the things I seen, I found a magic circus, a bunch of freaks on rides. I went into the funhouse, got lost in the maze, found my way out the back, that's when I heard some good sound waves. Look a band of freaks, can I play with you all? They said sure go ahead and grab that guitar, and we came up with this song...

Bunch of Freaks *Featuring Fury Spirits*

I want my head chopped off and frozen when I die. Have all the neighborhood kids poke me in the eye. Take my head to school, show it for show and tell. Tell all your little ass friends your NEIGHBOR'S GONE TO HELL...

Neighbors Head *Special Guest Appearance, Wingnut Willy*

Relatively Speaking

Cello player for Magnathea. 
 I attempt continuous growth through artistic experimentation, creating artwork which hopefully evokes inspiration, thought, and enables sharing of ideas.