SONGS

For best results. Procure a pair'a headphones, maybe A18s. And then. Click a title, when it opens, click the title once again.

BLABBERMOUTH (2000)

Ten selections from a painstakingly crafted thirty-song anemone… of self therapy. Why was no one int'rested? Had about a thousand printed, threw 'em all away. Two or three, or fewer, lying round the house…

SON OF DAD (2004)

Songs inspired by the old man I was raised by, am myself to some degree, and on certain days, expect my boys may be. Or, more gen'rally, for better and for worse, concerning patriarchy.

CA (2008)

Mom, a woman disenfranchised from the world. To self-medicate, she’d engineered a world to which she might belong, in lieu. Went there with her. I was fourteen. Took a seat at a piano I knew nothing about playing, started engineering too...

A BAD DAY (2011)

9/11, and the war that followed, and the dread that led to it-- and finally, a world about much more than only me begins to matter. But, which world? The one that Mom was dispossessed of? Or the one she’d forged instead? And I realize, I've only known the latter...

HOTEL BILDERBERG (2015)

What the hell. We’re all dispossessed of something. And we’re called to make our peace with that, and join whatever world we’re welcome to. Let what paranoia pulled together scatter. But before I did, I gave that paranoia one last go. In her memory, you know...