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John Mayer/Steve Jordan/Pino Palladino/Chick Corea/Wallace Roney

Here’s a full seven minute tune I loosely composed called “Little Sur,” recorded last February in New York City. I got together with some of my friends and favorite players for six amazing days of playing music with no rules, no plans, and no pressure. Oh, and no vocals. What came from it was a really inspired batch of recordings. Hours of music that I’ll need to sift through at some point should it ever become an album. (I hope it does.) If you’re wondering where I am in the mix, that’s me playing a Music Man long scale guitar… Pino and I are kind of both living in the bass space. As soon as Chick came in on the piano, I knew something really deep was taking place.  This is the rough mix that was given to me at the end of the day, as it has lived on my laptop since.

I tried to find a minute, two minute clip to share with you, but these recordings just don’t work any other way than in their unabridged form. So here it is. Free music. Played freely, shared freely. Put it on and go for the ride… If you dig all seven minutes, then surely you deserve them. 

There are times for marketing strategies, and there are times for just  p l a y i n g. The original design for all musicians.  Hope you enjoy hearing this as much as I did. 





Once a group of 50 people was attending a seminar.
Suddenly the speaker stopped and decided to do a group activity. He started giving each one a balloon. Each one was asked to write his/her name on it using a marker pen. Then all the balloons were collected and put in another room.

Now these delegates were let in that room and asked to find the balloon which had their name written, within 5 minutes. Everyone was frantically searching for their name, colliding with each other, pushing around others and there was utter chaos.

At the end of 5 minutes no one could find their own balloon.
Now each one was asked to randomly collect a balloon and give it to the person whose name was written on it.
Within minutes everyone had their own balloon.

The speaker began— exactly this is happening in our lives. Everyone is frantically looking for happiness all around, not knowing where it is.

Our happiness lies in the happiness of other people. Give them their happiness; you will get your own happiness.
And this is the purpose of human life.

Wow! beautiful

no break

Back from the past
got so many questions
Why everything i think i gotta second guess it 
Take a glance at the stars
then back at the mirror
Holy water in my eyes
yet it dont get clearer

Skyline in my mirror
or is it a porsche?
Smokin green with terrestrials
Straight from the north
Double cup in my coozy
These Girls gettin choosy
Typical niggas aint for the choosing
Wanna race? must like losing
Got a lead foot like frostbitten bruising

And my girl a doozy
Yeah professional
Adapted to the bottle and cool with confessional
Repent for her sins
Devil hot skin
Kissin her lips 
Wishin it would never end

Got mad stacks of yen
Where do i begin
Born from a hurricane
Migrated to zen
Monks in a den
Bald headed grin
Id wash my hands but then id taint my skin


Honey The Hippie

Highschool spittin
This mixtape hittin
Had to come through cause i cant stop listenin
Honey The Hippie 
Beats got me silly
Pyschedelic brainstorm got my whole head spinnin
but i dont drugs
Nor do i mind
If your getting yours
then im getting mines
My motives sublime 
calmin me down
Strummin and strut through a moon-litted town
like the sound

Dont mind the words, but really i just like the sound
Flourescent petals in flower gardens all around
Pink lava lamps match the landscape
Back to the song im tryna levitate 
Cant feel my toes and my feet 2 feet from the ground.

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