You're in the woods at dusk.  The wind picks up and sounds surround you.  Something is approaching.

In A Copse Of Wandering Shades

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From Aaaaba To Zyzzyva

Using a pentatonic with no 3rd or 5th.  Somehow it came out sounding minor.  Maybe because there is still the minor 2nd and minor 6th.  Yeah, that's it.

Better To Have Never Been

Vorticella on a zither, a stentor on the bass.  Let's blow this popsicle stand.

Vorticella, Vorticella

Flutes!, Celestas!, Tubas!, Xylophones!, Celli!, Double Basses!, Mellotrons!, Guitars!, Meaninglessnesses!

Vals De Anomie

Two different Altered Dominant scales and 3 different time signatures.  It is the perfect music to rob graves to.  Go get yourself a fresh cadaver and let me take care of the rest.

Cracking The Mortsafe

Written while staring at the ocean in Puerto Vallarta.

An Unflattened Disembeddedness

Digital necromancy one fistful of loamy earth at a time.

In Durance Vile

Untangled Rectangle

Wrote this on guitar when I got back from hiking up Tower Peak.

Eleven Towers

Three and six is four and five.  Forever.

Leidenfrost Wednesday

A Lacerated Sky

Supposed to be another classical guitar piece in 3 sets of 3 (so a 9/8 time sig), but the noise crept in, as it's wont to do when I write songs.  Similar in spirit to all those songs I wrote way back in the day when I moved to Hawai'i.  And now Lahaina is burning.

A Single Sigil

It Never Left And It Never Will

I like the mistakes.  So do you, I'm told.  I'm asking you to tell me that.  You're my source of information.  I'm relying on you.  Don't let me down.

In An Instance

Not as dark as I usually like, but whatever.

Collecting Stars

Slapped in the whale-neck with channel cream and disparate kipples.  It is now the moment when we re-enact the tulpamancy.

Superannuated Rerenderer

Twenty Twins Named Gwendolyn

La Vaca Cega

Written on guitar in the cemetery on the hill before they remodeled it.

Ochre Loamy Soil

Manticore Business

Taking unbaptized children and boiling them for their fat so as to make candles for which to light in the ritual regarding the hope of consorting with the devil.

Babywax

A collection of unsent letters.  Nothing to write home about.

An Unalphabetic Abecedarian

Cascarones

Burritos on the Beach

Witches' Brujaja

Nosotros No Somos No Otros

We Alight Into Darkness

I put a glow-in-the-dark condom filled with Aqua Velva cologne in the microwave oven, pushed the "Baked Potato" button and took it out when it was only halfway through the cycle.  There is a small possibility that all of this is related to the creation of this song, but its veracity is dubious at best.

Idle Axolotl

It's been exactly one year and one day since Philip Glass lost his biggest fan.

Empty Glass

Sloppy guitar, sloppy bass, but the drums came out alright.  More experimenting with tempo and time signature changes.

Moldering Corpse

I'm Not Speaking English

A journey into the cracks in the walls of an old crypt, wherein the fungal colonies consume and subsume you.

In The Cracks In The Crypt

It's in 7/8 for some ineffable reason.  I started off trying to write a classical piano piece in the style of Lili Boulanger because she rules.  Somehow I ended up sampling "Conan the Barbarian" and one thing led to another.  I heard the lamentation of the woman.

Eff The Ineffable

A meditation on being consumed into nonexistence by a massive cosmic entity.  The thought brings me much joy.

In Praise Of The Void Star, Negator Of Existence

I spent a fair amount of time on the drums, trying to get the snares to sound like natural rolls, to get something that might actually be playable... by a tentacled puppet.

Exsufflicate Inspirations

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