The sandstorm blocks your vision
You can feel the sand beneath moving..

#25 Sandy Situation

#26 Jazzy Night (Delete Later)

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Somewhere Under The Rain Cloud

This is the extended part of the end of my first "Nullanon" song.  Just some funky blues, that's all, moderately repetitive.

LYRICS (at the end):
Let there be something new?
No, it's all The Same.

Turbulence Of The Nullanon

When someone asks you "What's the difference?", now you know.  It's this thing that came down from the sky and changed stuff after the Nullanon disappeared for a while.

At this point, I started concentrating on generating album covers using artist mannequins.  This is number 4 in my "Nullanon" series.  Imagine a bunch of people used to doing things very unambiguously and then there is something that forces them to start making more granular decisions based on evidence.

LYRICS:
Softly, slowly, swaying in the wind,
The trees reveal a message to begin,
As if a random group of people broke into a song,
The natural and man-made objects start to play along:
What is The Difference?
The great and mighty Nullanon is nowhere to be found,
A wave of synchronicity unfolds across the ground,
The people all are silent and they open up their eyes to the skies.
There's a difference that flies.
What is The Difference?
The Difference descends in graceful hidden coup d'etat.
It suffocates the people and their will.
What once was unambiguous is now a rolling hill,
And though they're happy they will cry inside.
What is The Difference?
It shines so bright,
Look at it and love.
It came from above, it must be good.
Give it all your energy, feed it like we should.
Feed The Difference.
What is The Difference?
What is The Difference?

What Is The Difference

Make my shoes fit

Art and creativity are the true celebration of consciousness, NOT Drugs; and to improvise is that celebration in its most sincere form. 

All of my music is centered around improvisation. Live mixes and overdubs are all improvised. If I wanted to perfect guitar solos, transcribing and memorizing every intricate detail until they were all perfect, I would build a robot to play my guitar and perhaps take up another instrument.

Make my shoes fit

Richard Davis

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