El Sueno limited edition CDRs available Terry and Marc are happy to announce a new album featuring two epic length soundsculptures and a third piece based on Tears For Dears "Mad World" featuring Sean Smith (from Terry's old b...
Fuera De Este Mundo Loco A preview of "Fuera De Este Mundo Loco" from the upcoming Prenzie Players soundtrack album El Sueño has been uploaded to the player on the MySpace page.The track features Sean Smith on piano and mello...
Evocism album release My new ambient/experimental album "Evocism" is now available as a free download here:HEREFeedback, as always, is appreciated!--Terry...
A Chronicle Of Lost Sunsets :: part seven There was no sun any longer, there was only the cold and the pale, dead, shadowless light of a fading day.The stillness was all-consuming. The cold wrapped around me like the clothes of a dead man. ...
A Chronicle Of Lost Sunsets :: part six The hills were hollow all around. October had ended and history slept in flooded graves everywhere, crowned with stone dissolved by time.All those philosophies, all of those theories, all of those ric...
A Chronicle Of Lost Sunsets :: part five Beaches and sunsets are resplendent with their romantic cliché, of smiles and lovers. But I sat alone, brooding over my absinthe and "The Illustrated Man", dreaming of rocket ships, the old dust...
A Chronicle Of Lost Sunsets :: part four The machineries of darkness, the expanse of shadow thrown in an alchemy of golden light. Coming up from the soles of my feet and to my inner ear I can feel the gears of the solar system turn on bearin...
A Chronicle Of Lost Sunsets: part three "I say nothing but I hear everythingIn my building"
The upstairs neighbors' bed growns in mid-fuckA firetruck streams past in the street belowThe tree loses its burden of snow and pulls leaves from ea...
A Chronicle Of Lost Sunsets: part two A fusion-fired power station 93 million miles away slips behind a coal-fired power station five miles away. I can hear the droning generators from the fields, but the sun says little.
A mosquito...
A Chronicle Of Lost Sunsets: part one It is taken for granted. It is as unique and beautiful as a diamond, as fleeting as a snowflake held in the palm of your hand. Once it passes it passes forever. We forget to see the ...
The Fog Structures The Fog Structures - Nos. 1-6Photographed the morning of Tuesday March 18, 2008 "Fog Structures" title borrowed from John Foxx...
"Evocism" album release My new ambient/experimental album "Evocism" is now available as a free download here:HEREFeedback, as always, is appreciated!--Terry...
A Chronicle Of Lost Sunsets :: part seven There was no sun any longer, there was only the cold and the pale, dead, shadowless light of a fading day.The stillness was all-consuming. The cold wrapped around me like the clothes of a dead man. ...
A Chronicle Of Lost Sunsets :: part six The hills were hollow all around. October had ended and history slept in flooded graves everywhere, crowned with stone dissolved by time.All those philosophies, all of those theories, all of those ric...
A Symphony For The Dying Last night I slept alone, as usual.The night was different, filled with the cool applause of leaves getting ready to tumble from the oak that lives outside my window. William Basinski's "The River" w...
A Chronicle Of Lost Sunsets :: part five Beaches and sunsets are resplendent with their romantic cliché, of smiles and lovers. But I sat alone, brooding over my absinthe and "The Illustrated Man", dreaming of rocket ships, the old dust...
A Chronicle Of Lost Sunsets :: part four The machineries of darkness, the expanse of shadow thrown in an alchemy of golden light. Coming up from the soles of my feet and to my inner ear I can feel the gears of the solar system turn on bearin...
Design Work: Prenzie Players Henry V [prints now available] In April I did some graphic design work for Prenzie Players' upcoming production of Henry V. After cleaning and editing their promotional pictures I decided to work the images into posters ...
A Chronicle Of Lost Sunsets :: part three "I say nothing but I hear everythingIn my building"
The upstairs neighbors' bed growns in mid-fuckA firetruck streams past in the street belowThe tree loses its burden of snow and pulls leaves from ea...
A Chronicle Of Lost Sunsets :: part two A fusion-fired power station 93 million miles away slips behind a coal-fired power station five miles away. I can hear the droning generators from the fields, but the sun says little.
A mosquito...
