Magic Will Do What Magic Does. Mdash;If I Were A Carpenter. Mdash;Dry Up Those Tears. Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves. The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach. Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow. Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free. Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands.

Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth. Click the Link and Listen. If my title is this long, will someone listen to my podcast? Posted by Mr. 2 songs, a few chit-chat and a blog.

Bundle, Featured, Kontakt. Conversations with some of my favourite composers and producers about their work, their influences and how they use The Unfinished sounds. Circular are one of my favourite ambient bands.

Everybody was kung foo fighting. Those cats were fast as lightning. In fact, it was a little bit frightening. This is the Deadly Intent. Those books were fast as lightning. Max Sheffield was a little bit frightening. And I have no idea why Max Sheffield. So, where were we? Posted by baby cat.