The sun sets, the wind dies, the surf subsides to an ebb and flow of wavelets across the sand.
Un-guitar-like guitar music. This is music that poured out of me as if from some other place. I listen back and think, "This is me?"
This is my first album, made in 1989 using conversation and music recorded at a weekend gathering of college friends, both edited excerpts and as seeds for a number of compositions.
If viewers of last Saturday's Emerald City Music Night were disappointed by the audio quality, here's a "board mix" of my performance.