I think we’re all creatures of creating calamity, self imposed tragic comedies, layers of small truths and philosophies, instinctual intellectual though socially, evolutionarily, driven by sex and despair.
Trying some new sounds.
no reason to change
The City.
Here is a few things that came together from somewhere in my consciousness.
Chair
impending
trison
Here I am, in music form, for you to digest and criticize and love and hate and chew and all that lardly lovely stuff.