Greetings fellow human beings!  enjoy our improvised hippie-freestlye "change the world music" 

This magical musical  adventure came to begin the Summer of 2014 in Medford Oregon,  I had the wonderful-albeit random experience of collaborating with Erik, a lyrical whirlwind  with me on lead guitar! Our energy and eagerness led to the creation of an album born of our twin interests, saving the world, and musical passion!

Special thanks to Lynne with the Bus, my hippie punk friend for very the Journey itself!

It is now 2015, and I have had a burst of musical output. I have really found my wings, and my voice. Please enjoy, download, and share my music...and remember to do good work, and keep fighting the good fight <3 



Etching my travels through piano and soundscape into digital stone

▁ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ █ If you are here please take note. These are my echoes - this project is one of my time capsules. Keep your lanterns lit. Forever yours


Thought criminal, poet psychohistorian & ecologist | 3rd generation hippy 2nd generation punk | ♬ 100%improvisation.

“Any fool can tell a crisis when it arrives. The real service to the state is to detect it in embryo.”
― Isaac Asimov, Foundation 


All my music is hereby Creative Commons!
I encourage my work to be downloaded, shared, edited, and included in other projects. All I ask is that I be given credit. Do what you like, most of this music is 100% FREE


|  A WORD ON HISTORY IN THE MAKING |
"As the times intensify, political polarization take the place of meaningful dialogue- it is becoming more and more clear to me that the complex problems of our age demand intersectional politics, compromise, and dialogue that gets beyond pigeon-holing, and name calling that only creates mere division.

I think that it is clear that no party, ideology, or movement has all the answers. Too many politically charged arguments end when the participants plant their heels, and take to hurling absolutes, and slinging mud.

What is needed is to address the tragic consequences of globalization on people and the environment - this cannot be the "free market" because that does not confront the problems, it merely permits them, nor ought a government control everything- states rights, social programs, and free expression must all co-mingle somehow, though still perhaps not at all. 

Much to our peril, there are indeed axioms that refuse to cooperate: I belong to some, and that is the living division. Perhaps our great lesson, as history reveals, that ideas are living things; they possess us, they linger, grow, change, and endure the times even though we are mortal, and temporally bound.

I speak now of war; of ideas. And in this battle, we see the deeper concepts tinkle in the murky depths of our humanity- the drumming grows stronger, our pulses quicken as we witness a cry for blood, for sacrifice, for sweat, and for tears.

As we step closer to the presidential elections here in our (my) country, as the wold is increasingly endangered by militarization, and entropy that will haunt us as the specter nourished on the fragrant, and dangerous notion of limitless expansion- there is emerging from its hidden conclaves, the vanguard, the defenders, and aggressors- summoning minds the world over to fight in this storm. 

Beneath all this turmoil (of which more will develop as a necessary consequence of the primordial struggle) our lives will be touched by the hue of dusk, as a shadow promises a night-marish sleep, just as the sun begins to freeze beneath an ideological winter.

Is this the beginning of a dark-age? If our affairs worsen enough, as they taunt, yes-and then what are we then? Are we individuals defined by our identities, will events of scale swallow us? Is there a middle road in these extreme times? Is there time still yet, to navigate the rough waters, made all the more rough, as this ancient boat we ride in (civilization itself) threatens to capsize, as the waves lick upwards; the depths of self-conflicted hatred, envy, and zealotry hungrily promise a chaotic embrace...

Do not mistake me, this is the crescendo that rages on within the hollow halls, in the plate glass towers, in the poverty of stricken streets- a clamor no amount of screens, and slick ads can suppress.
There is danger friends, and I worry...
That is all."

STORM RIℤING 5/9/2016

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