The guitar solo to a song from our college days

Bad Maps

Basement Imaginarian Guitar Solo

Petrichor Funeral Thoughts

The bombed barren landscape of existential insignificance, or, Modernism.

No Man's Land

Because he didn't cry at his mother's funeral.

Meursault In His Cell

Foothills Of Outer Space

A movement in III parts:

pt I — The Whirlwind
pt II — Bubbling Hematopoiesis
pt III — I'll Think About This Tomorrow

Chill Out

Its Only Midnight

I wrote this song about a lovely Greek girl I saw in the college cafeteria and loved from afar before my roommate Julius brought her to our house parties and I asked her out and then married her.

Enigma Eyes

A Christmas track about a Swedish sleigh belle named Lucy.

Expatriate

Sleigh Belle

A love song about a girl in a denim jacket you met at a party.

Double Denim

Expatriates of suburban anhedonia in a rust belt rock band from St. Charles, Missouri. In the basement of a campus house at Lindenwood University's most hidden corner, we drank contraband Pabst Blue Ribbon and Stag beer and played obnoxiously loud guitar music for cockroaches and elderly neighbors who would sit on the couch on our porch.