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These Things I Break

 This song was fun to write. I defintely didn't think this song should be sung too strongly, so the vocals are more raw. My friend Kip absolutely has to add his cello to this. I mean, we're talking cello, here.

My Parent's Basement

 This song was written to parody those of us who just don't seem to get the goddam picture. You know who you are - wearing your black t-shirt with the lightning bolts striking the eagle. Yeah you, how's that Bowflex workin' out?

Ain't So Bad (The Bay City Song)

 If you've never been to Bay City, don't let this song stop you. If you live there or have lived there, rejoice - your soul is alive.

Nolan Ryan

 It's about the history of America, baseball, and tradition. It stands for freedom to believe in heroes. Most of all, it's about unnatural love.

Fall (Instrumental)

 Funny what ends up coming out of a guitar on a lunch hour. Whatever I ate on my break that lead me to play that solo is worth writing down. I don't know what the hell I played there, but I like it.

Joy and Love

 There was once a time when I shared an apartment in Tampa with a couple musical friends. The result was quite a few originals, including this track written by "Detroit Dan" Einhueser.

Best Friend - Joel Buschlen

 I never quite got over the simple rythm & blues progression, the way that E7th sounds so damn smooth. Joel is a good friend who has always understood what it means to be original. Recorded in The Brian Hages Garage Production Studio, July, 2004.

Lovely Lady

 I can't say that everyone has met someone like this. Yet, somehow most people can relate. I think this song is best unplugged, naked, and without bass or drums - though I have never met a bongo player with enough skills to say it could work, but who knows.

Prove Me Wrong (In Progress)

 This is what happens when you get a drum machine on your computer. You are inspired to do something crazy. Sure it needs bass, real drums, and I'm thinking maybe some keyboard overlayed towards a bridge which does not yet exist. Do you hear that shit?

Perfect World After Midnight

 Sometimes you just feel like rappin' a taste. So you get out your pen and pad and scribble a verse, cut up and sample a beat, and go to town. Luckily, when this feeling hit me, I was within the reach of a microphone. Todd Malec later added the second verse.

Writin' a Rhyme

 Todd Malec emailed me a guitar part that looped continuously. I liked it, but it was finger-plucky. What happened next is a mystery, because I blacked out, and woke up with a half-rap, half-folk fusion. Call it what you want, but maybe someday I'll finish it and we'll see who laughs last. T. Malec on verse two.