A simple story of one man, in a far bigger world always avoiding his reflection, his reality. So many shattered mirrors always seeming to appear out of the corner of his eye. Too many blinding refracted reflections that hunt and will not just let him
Sitting, contemplating why the gears fit. How they raise this formidable bridge. Pondering and interpreting that with you, why I absolutely want it all. An anthem to the life, the want, the will to be together and live life by and by.
Sitting, chillin’ and waiting for a friend, a song forms in Ricky’s mind which incorporates his distinctive soloing guitar style that digs into days ago and reaches into the days ahead.
Meet Frankenkit, Frankenkit loves playing it's Frankensong. Being rather rambunctious and assertive, the organized chaos has a chance to humbly shine through portraying Canning's Zeppelin influences.
Everybody knows a Johnny. Who’s this Johnny? His story telling of a life, a regular life where the normality perpetually continues bringing forth a delicate side of an aggressive guitar.
Let's dust off the old grungy lacey lingerie and press play invoking a splendid 19th century type of electric elevator music ascending, stepping into a decadent eerie chug, finding a way
A lighter, gentler side of an imposing guitar where two kites can freely dance purposely tangling around and around not wanting to land, not wanting to go back. A sliver of silver sparking with life and the hope found within and all around.
This sweet lullaby, sung close and personally, becomes a hypno-melodic rufie that within it's beautiful tensions, eventually keeps you awake in the end.
Within guitar tones, then more guitar and even more guitars, a solitary cello rises. Standing tall and proud, she reaches forward requiring, demanding thus grasping all of your attention.
With a blast of guitar energy braising upon un-expecting faces, this composition tends to not be for the timid listener. If you don't want to hear it, you'll never believe it
A lyrical understanding of an up and close personality which treads another path as instrumentation portrays an eerily cold, dark direction, which in turn has been found to be both self-healing and rather frightening.
Driving, taking a deep breath as you race a steaming locomotive directly to the right of you. Its wheels and pistons not giving in as the track and the road continues onward. Do you stop or do you make that hard right at the crossing in order to ge
There is simply no where to look but up, and hopefully, forward. Being driven by a slide of glass biting into the strings that pays ode to a comforting southern style, but with an all Chicago rock vibe in its blistering groove.
A raucous and bouncy 'sing-along,' or 'shout-along' that portrays a blinding uncertainty, directed by a fierce directionality, balancing upon the heels of momentum, or a simple step forward.
