Music & Media
I am drawn to the repetitive, in both sound and image.
Narrative drives my writing, but here I am compelled by and to the edges, the places where humanity shatters and identities fray and blur.
I don’t really enjoy performing. Most of the work is made with no audience in mind.
I am ruthlessly decisive. Ideas of perfection are nasty little snares that I avoid. Ideas of completion are loosey-goosey. I’m done when I’m done, and I move on to the next thing.
Music for Crematoriums
Sounds of decay from inside a dead grackle, and seven pianos burned on the Winter Solstice, 2020.
A Modest Odyssey
A teaser. A taste, of my motorcycle, banjo pilgrimage.
The Readying
In preparation for the journey.
The Liminary
Riding toward the graves.
Without Distance: for Patient #18, and all of us who sit differently at the piano.
A Covid Lockdown collaboration with friends here and abroad.
Autobiography of the Minotaur
Another Lockdown collaboration. I mined my past in this one.
Beauty Prevails on it’s Own Terms
Everybody wants.
Ride ‘Em Cowboy
Out of Chaos. Out of Eros. Out of Earth’s prolific and indiscriminate womb, begot.
Consorting With Aeolus
Sing wind.
Idumea. At the Wanderer’s Grave
This Land is Your Land
A Woody Guthrie ukulele tribute.
Roll that old chariot along, friends.
Here, the Allegheny Bilge Rats Shanty Choir is incognito. You don’t have to look hard to find us fully be-pirated.
Cluck Old Bull
This, my first sonic endeavor. It’ll lead you to others.
Jesus Is Here
Or, maybe not. Sonic mayhem abounds on the Soundcloud site.