The rustle of the leaves in summer's hush
When wandering breezes touch them, and the sigh
That read more

The rustle of the leaves in summer's hush
When wandering breezes touch them, and the sigh
That filters through the forest, or the gush
That swells and sinks amid the branches high,--
'Tis all the music of the wind, and we
Let fancy float on the aeolian breath.

Music and rhythm find their way into the secret places of the soul

Music and rhythm find their way into the secret places of the soul

Americans want grungy people, stabbing themselves in the head on stage. They get a bright bunch like us, with deodorant read more

Americans want grungy people, stabbing themselves in the head on stage. They get a bright bunch like us, with deodorant on, they don't get it.

the blackberry bees
reorchestrate their chant.

the blackberry bees
reorchestrate their chant.

Extraordinary how potent cheap music is.

Extraordinary how potent cheap music is.

We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof.

We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof.

I love making music, I love composing on my computer, just making crazy ethnic slack orchestral tracks, that's one of read more

I love making music, I love composing on my computer, just making crazy ethnic slack orchestral tracks, that's one of my fun things.

Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.

Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.

It is cruel, you know, that music should be so beautiful. It has the beauty of loneliness and of pain: read more

It is cruel, you know, that music should be so beautiful. It has the beauty of loneliness and of pain: of strength and freedom. The beauty of disappointment and never-satisfied love. The cruel beauty of nature, and everlasting beauty of monotony.