Creative bouts in the studio yield these tunes.
Several synths and I make nightly offerings to the gods of Muse. Sometimes I control the synths, sometimes, they control me. Hope you enjoy hearing these musings as much as I enjoy making them.
Of course they’ve always been here. Of course they watch us. They find us amusing, and look forward to taking over this fine planet when we’re done with it. They’re patient. They have time……
Sangfroid. Cold Blood. Chill. This, too, will pass. Breathe. Let the Moog make the stress lines fade from your forehead. Just let it go. You’ll feel better soon.
Baritone Sax Demo
Yes, I sold one of my bari saxes. This old photo helped. The band at the time was superb…called the Orcas Horns. I’ll contact the leader and see if I can’t post a tune or two. We Rocked!
Must get over the pass. Very cold. Enemies everywhere. Must keep moving. Our spirits are good. We must get over the pass.
Learning to Fly
My dear friend Jammie Lile is truly helping me master the AR16 software. So amazing. In this tune, listen for changes in pan as well as volume. Very chill.
In My Opinion
One interesting term is sangfroid. Staying calm and cool while others lose control in the chaos. Cold blood, perhaps. Alligator tears? Just gliding calmly in the drift.
This tune was massaged quite a bit, thanks to insight form my old friend and mentor Jammie Lile. What a blessing. He continues to teach me how to maximize4 the Presonus software. Thank you.
Yes, I am married to one. Someday she’ll permit me to use her real photo…..
One of Those Nights
So much energy, focus on that Higher Power…Oh Geez, one of THOSE Nights!
I Just Can’t Wake Up
Not quite awake, not quite asleep, the fog, the heartbeat, relentless, just can’t wake up. Gotta get up, gotta get more sleep. Relentless. The fog. Just can’t wake up.
Despite my Caucasian Pursuasion, I do try to get funky now and then. This is the The Now. Incorporating both Korgs the TR 505, and the Moog. Crank it. Listen for the Big Woofer.
A virtual Moog has been added to the ULC MIDI Family. Long awaited, it does not disappoint. The learning curve is steep, and I know I’ll never be Keith E. or Rache F. but it sure is a delight to fire up this beast on an early spring morning.
Dogs have Masters, Cats have Staff. Nap Time. Nap Tune. Neptune.
Data flows seemingly random patterns, then a voice defines some clarity.
I’m Really Sorry
The neck strap broke and the 1918 sax hit the floor….I’m really sorry.
No description needed. Just a simple song with a simple message. It will get fixed.
Just relaxing with a guitar lead and some birds.
23 Degrees Out
Bitter cold in Mid-January inspired this tune. Poor birds….
Just a Shuffle
These Korgs are amazing. That cute little bass player lives inside the big one. Who knows where that tight horn section stays at night…..
It is just a matter of time. Hope they’re quiet or at least peaceful and not wanting a tip.
Happy Birthday to Me
16, 18, 21, 65, all the significant years, right? Driving, Voting, Drinking, Medicare. It all is starting to make sense.