These are some pieces that I composed at some points in the past. I find that I need to carry these with me in my life for some reason. They are alright I suppose. It feels strange hearing them now, remembering things about how they were made. You might be hearing them for the first time. They all took something different out of me. I had to figure them out. They each contain some kind of new way for me to relate to the task of organizing sound. Everything is always changing. So am I. This is as it should be I think. I was hoping that I would remember where I heard the story about the group of poets, in the tenth century in Japan who had all decided to let each other change their names, to begin again, with a fresh voice, whenever they felt the need. As I remember the story, they’d change their name every ten years or so. These pieces all sound like past incarnations of myself composed them. For some reason I need to keep them around to remind me of how I used to think and feel.