WE DO NOT EXIST

Tales Behind the Tunes

3 Minutes to Live

This song, as with most of the songs on this CD is based on personal experience. I wanted to start with ideas first and then transform them into music, afterward. This song can be interpreted dualistically. The song is about the amount of time I needed to come back in order to continue to exist. But who's to say what is life and what is death, eh?

Outside the Box

This subject of this song is implied in the title. Needless to say, just that alone made me want to rebel against my own rebellion...but then I thought...Doesn't rebelling against your own rebellion just make you an ultra-conformist? Aww, screw it...Inside the Circle but Always Outside the Box - A mystically and seemingly endless exile.

Too Many Humans

Here is another self-implied title. Ahh...so many humans and not enough nuclear fallout. Kidding...just kidding (don't sue or track down the artist, please. Besides, I know where you live). Overpopulation - What ever happened to survival of the fittest? Stupid reality. The numbers are wearing me down.

Winter in Vienna - Spring in Milan

The title is just a feel. I would love to travel the globe and the history of Vienna would be something to see first-hand. Mozart, Beethoven, Lizst, Hayden...and so on.

Break a Leg

This is an old song idea re-worked for more melody and less shred. I didn't break my leg, however.

Chaos Theory

Again with the random, quantum, chaotic fractal called Life. I said, don't touch me! Wait...what?

En Domino Corruptela

Look it up. Again, it's dualistic. It could mean - I am the Prince of Darkness - or -  I Dominate Corruption. Behold! You decide.

Punk-Ass Blues

I had to throw in some shredded blues licks to show I still got it. Young, snot-nose punks!

Monterey

The title I use for this Jazzy throw-back. Plenty of pretzel chords and twisted fingers.

Spirit (Silent Assassin)

The silent rogue, "Spirit," stalks the snowy, winter night, invisible to all, dressed in stealthy white - One blue eye, one yellow, a serene, placid stare, Hiding well her deadly nature - For upon the morning porch steps, I find the small, uneaten corpse that she has left me, there.

0 to 60 in 3.8 (G. Solo)

I figure it's about time I put a guitar solo on an album. The specs are from the Lamborghini Diablo.

Carpe Nocturne (K.Solo)

"Seize not the day, seize the night"! That's what I always say. Rippin' keyboard solo.

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Hmmm...

Xenaphobe

Hmmmmm.....

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