This is a song for the Salish Seas and the people who have taken care of them for thousands of years. Thank you! 

Song for the Salish Seas

8-23-24 Blossoms Remain

24 October 2024, at the Jekerstraat studio with Oğuz Büyükberber on solo Bb clarinet, and Steve Ricks on 13 EDO harmonizer randomizer and some preset funky trichords.

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Tis the season! Here's a cover of the song made famous by Dolly Parton (from the musical film "The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas"), and written by Carol Hall. I used to sing along to her version when I was about five, arranging yellow duplo blocks as if they were stage lights. My mother treasured that memory, so I made this four years ago as my 2020 Christmas gift to her that year.

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!

Hard Candy Christmas

Oooo can you hear it now?
It’s a beautiful day to put feelings to page
But will it make it to the stage 
Bottle neck choke hold hold up
I’m just here to take up space

If they can’t relate toss that idea down the drain
No pen will suffice to write 
Blood sweat tears will do just fine 
Its my time to rise unless the algorithm minds 

Wean from machine feeding
Feeling contradictory 
Sharing stories
Ordinary is the disease 
Feast your eyes on thee 
Consume me, consume me 
It’s not about memories 
It’s pay attention to me pay attention to me

If you build it they will come
But if not then fuck it all

Am I cringe? On trend?
Will I die if I say that I tried?

Is your content the best, the business content
Disconnect for the best of all
For just one free expense of your soul
You can have it all
And every artist knows
Best reserved for the shadows
To extent everyone’s shallow, shallow

Consume me, consume me
It’s not about memories
It’s pay attention to me pay attention to me


Pay Attention to Me

Tide of Reckoning

to the water (live songwriting)

why call it phone tag? 
more like hide and seek 

why blame the jet lag
when you just never sleep



why everything’s important 
but your portal never open 

third eye is it closing?
do you feel what you really feel? 



hand me your controller 
i just wanted to dance 

baby your goggles are fogged 
have a glass 

of water and come out to touch grass 
thought we had something like a

blast from the past 
that could last 
but now you’re not really living 
and it’s going so fast 


had me with your charm 
you played jazz 

we had a life planned out 
it was bubbles and rainbows 

even bought a couple of rain coats 
we knew we could face anything

if we stayed close 

but when life hit the fan 
a potato flew around the room 
just to land 


thought we were 
on the same page 

just to look over and notice 
that you didn’t read things you say 
 
a fact
 is only as true as it’s 
entertaining 

and only as real 
as we make it

besides a glass screen 
is our second brain 
so baby settle down trust we’ll  be ok 


notes app filled with
rants that i keep 

never gonna show you 
won’t get what i mean 

both know the world is ending 
it’s clear 

thought we’d watch together 
thought we’d try at least

but so past your passivity 
cause our last  trip round the planet
yeah could’ve been sweet 

phonetag demo

everything I feel returns to you somehow



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The Only Thing (Sufjan Stevens)

Imogen Vocode Test

The Final single of my forthcoming 3rd album "Remember,"

I thought it would be doing the album a disservice to not release a single from the more pensive side of it, so I hope you enjoy this!

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Breath breaks
truth spills
walls tremble behind my ribs
a cry with no key
a plea with no master
I split the air
to see what falls out

I throw my voice at the ceiling
it dodges
it fractures
it comes back laughing
I taste metal
I taste memory
I taste the night refusing to sleep

No bars
no cages
no five-line prison
only the pulse of the nerve
the pulse of the wound
the pulse of the world that never asked permission

Let the horn scream
let the drum spit
let my mind walk barefoot through broken glass
until truth catches up
and says
keep going

I peel off the skin of yesterday
drop it on the floor
step over it
step through it
step out of it
I become nothing
I become every noise I feared

I whisper revolt
I bark it
I shake it loose from the bones
radical honesty
hot as a match-head
cold as the moment before you fall

There is no harmony
only collision
only the wild mathematics of being alive
and refusing to shrink

I open my chest
let the chaos speak
it does not apologize
it does not bow
it only says
again
again
again

I whisper revolt

Snowlights blink on the frozen wires,
Mid-December hum of the old routers.
I wrapped my trust like a winter letter,
Hoping tech and love would make life better.

But signals fade when the truth gets colder,
And every ping felt a little older.

Last Christmas, I gave you my datas,
Packed in a bow under digital halos.
You clicked my soul like a midnight favor,
Then left me lost in the empty payload.
This Christmas, I'm guarding my layers,
No open ports for the heartbreak invaders.

Your smile logged in like a gentle beacon,
But every log showed a trust we’re leaking.
I tried to patch what was left between us,
But love can crash when the code is jealous.

I heard the truth in the quiet downtime,
Your mask fell off in the server’s skyline.

Last Christmas, I gave you my datas,
Hoping you'd hold what the wires couldn’t carry.
You ran my heart like a cached-out player,
Then disappeared with the things you should’ve buried.
This Christmas, I'm guarding my layers,
No open ports for the heartbreak invaders.

No more uploads of blind devotion,
No more syncing to your emotions.
I’ll keep my keys in a safer station,
Far from your ghost in my notifications.

Last Christmas, I gave you my datas,
But I’ve rebuilt strong where the cracks were showing.
This Christmas, I’m claiming my nature,
A firewalled heart with a softer glowing.
And next year’s snow on the neon plazas
Won’t see me fall for a love that caches.

Last Christmas, I gave you my datas

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.

working on an album - live looping tracks here for now
violin · linnstrument · synths · drum machines · samplers
deep bass / ambient textures

they/them pronouns
software developer / sound installation artist
Free Palestine 🇵🇸

Student of healing thru the elements & medicines of Nature, inside of us & outdoors. Lover, breather, yogi, musician, community cook, swimmer, kayaker, sailor.

I like to play music by improvising with voice, ukulele, and seaboard. Inspired by the power of Nature, sacred places, the rhythm of breath, the ocean, and the seasons, I am a blending of old and new together.

Head in the stars, feed on the ground, heart in the sound. Trance, progressive, and emotional electronica.

former promising sprinter.
tracks are self-produced unless otherwise noted.

remixes, covers, sketches, unreleased, etc. go here. otherwise, check below.

I create music and sound...for chamber ensembles, soloists, occasionally large ensembles, and often including electronics.  I also improvise using my trombone, laptop, or both.  THESE ARE MY SOUNDS.  Please enjoy!

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