“Well I was polishin’ my bike when the sky turned green,
Somethin’ whistled down — the weirdest thing I’d ever seen!”

Had a trumpet for a nose and spaghetti for hair,
Wore disco boots and breathed root-beer air,
He grinned and said, “Howdy, I’m from planet Jam!”
Then burped out a rhythm — bam-ba-bam-bam-bam!

He’s the Wobble-Eyed, Bubble-Tailed Alien Man!
(Shoo-bee-doo-wah!) He plays a cosmic can!
He’s the Wobble-Eyed, Bubble-Tailed Alien Man!
Come on, humans, do the best you can!

He plugged his tail into my radio,
Static turned to swingin’ rock’n’roll,
Martians lined up for the jive parade,
And Saturn’s rings became a conga braid.

He’s the Wobble-Eyed, Bubble-Tailed Alien Man!
(Shoo-bee-doo-wah!) He grooves across the land!
He’s the Wobble-Eyed, Bubble-Tailed Alien Man!
Come on, humans, do the best you can!

I said, “Say, mister, what’s that move you’re doin’?”
He said, “It’s easy — just spin and start moo-in’!”
Then he moon-walked backward through my trash can —
I tell ya folks, that’s one groovy spaceman!

He’s the Wobble-Eyed, Bubble-Tailed Alien Man!
(Shoo-bee-doo-wah!) He plays a cosmic can!
He’s the Wobble-Eyed, Bubble-Tailed Alien Man!
Flyin’ back home in his rock’n’roll van!

Bubble-Tailed Alien Man

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available — human or machine — as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

New tracks tagged #Distorted Guitar Solos