“Albums”, if you can call them that:
I’ve always wanted to compose a concept album. I haven’t, though. Here are some collections of thematically related musical…things. Or, alternatively, stuff grouped together without logic or intention. You decide. Click on the things for the things.
“Singles”, I guess?
Bits of music that aren’t part of the above three “albums”. It’s a boolean thing. Either you are, or you ain’t. The only thing stopping these from being in an album (either the ones above, or one or more of their own) is that I haven’t put them in one. That’s how it works.
Included for the sake of completion, this is the first piece of music I ever wrote that I thought was decent. Update on that assessment: It is, in fact, not decent.
Band In A Falling Elevator
Clearly a poor choice of venue from the get-go.
Yeah, it’s just called “F”. It stands for “first foray into acoustic guitar”. It also stands for “fucking awful”.
This takes turns, and I like that.
Something to do with space and time. Mostly time.
More of the same. One day, I'll try something outrageous. (Today is, alas, not that day.)
Collection, assembly, accumulation.
If you only listen to one of these tracks, it should probably be this one.
Somewhat relaxing with a squeeze of discomfort.
Industrial electronica. The changing pace of everything. Taking the universe for granted.
Angular momentum is overrated.
The Realm of the Unreal
Not an 8-minute epic, much to the world’s relief.
Music about things.
Electronic noodlings with a hint of promise. I really should put more effort into these things, but on the other hand, time is precious.
A nautical adventure, but without the boat. Or the ocean.
A thematic sequel to “The Wrath of UberBob”, even though it’s nothing like it.
What goes up must float on forever.
You can’t trust the obvious.
I honestly don’t have any of the answers. I’m sorry.