Into the bone at the front of your skull, squirming around one way then the other. Shouting and kicking, pulling and letting go. Then out the back of your head, leaving a 4 inch gaping hole through which the whole world can see dripping the digital notes of solitude, awareness, passion, and cold, rigid architecture you just heard for the first time. And now you realize: You just heard for the first time. I make digital creations touched by accoustic guitars and air, somewhat in the vein of Chemical Brothers, but not so cool. Like Beck but not as brave. Similar to Radiohead but not quite as important. I like modern art music, particularly Lutoslawski, Penderecki, Boulez, and Part. I also like modern pop music including those listed above. Some of these have influenced what you might hear here, but they don't know it and neither does the music. Instrumental poems of loss, decay, hindsight, and tomorrow-will-be-betters. Enjoy!