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FACT: The fact that no one cares much about my musical compositions just drives me to post them more frequently, because you are not my supervisor.

FACT: All this negative energy just makes me stronger.

FACT: I stopped evolving as a musical artist somewhere in 2009.

Here are more songs from yours truly, which is what I do when I’m writer’s-blocked. Actually, switching to a different mode of creative expression is kind of helpful for writing, b/c it lets me clear my head and shunt all the plot worries to the subconscious while I bang this. sick. beat. (Really hoping Taylor Swift sues me over that – fingers crossed for free publicity.)

Here, songs:

Song679
Song681
Song683
Song686
Song688
Song689
Song690

You’re welcome.

The usual disclaimer: 1. I admit these are not great music; 2. I claim copyright anyway, so there; 3. No, I cannot do anything about the general quality of the mix, as I am incompetent.

The fact that my guitar playing is like 34th on Jeff’s List of Mighty Skills and that some of the skills listed, like #13, Comprehending the Plots of Long-Running Prestige Television Dramas, aren’t all that impressive, doesn’t mean you shouldn’t listen to these compositions, which are heartfelt expressions of whatever scales and chord progressions I could make my hands form at that particular moment.

Here, songs:

Song644
Song651
Song653
Song655
Song656
Song659

You’re welcome.

The usual disclaimer: 1. I admit these are not great music; 2. I claim copyright anyway, so there; 3. No, I cannot do anything about the general quality of the mix, as I am incompetent.

It’s entirely possible that no one in the universe wants to hear my little compositions, but who cares. If I listened to that little voice of doubt when it concerns my own creative genius, we’d all be dead now, because it’s generally the same little voice concerned with my moral performance. Hear these songs or the world ends, is basically our only choices here.

Here, songs:

Song636
Song638
Song637
Song639
Song641
Song642

You’re welcome.

The usual disclaimer: 1. I admit these are not great music; 2. I claim copyright anyway, so there; 3. No, I cannot do anything about the general quality of the mix, as I am incompetent.

Stare into the abyss that is my music, and the abyss will rock your world. Or possibly just stare back at you.

Here, songs:

Song595
Song596
Song597
Song598
Song600
Song604

Why do I do this to you? More importantly, why do I do it to myself? I dunno. I got the music in me, I suppose.

The usual disclaimer: 1. I admit these are not great music; 2. I claim copyright anyway, so there; 3. No, I cannot do anything about the general quality of the mix, as I am incompetent.

Despite several organized protests and at least one assassination attempt, I keep on truckin’ with the awful guitar compositions. Here are more of them! BECAUSE I AM THE MAD GUITARIST WHAT BOMBS AT MIDNIGHT! Literally, my friends. Literally.

Here, songs:

Song581
Song585
Song588
Song590
Song592

Someday music historians will call these songs the beginning of something. Most likely the decline of Western Civilization. But I’ll take it, because I am a small, petty man.

The usual disclaimer: 1. I admit these are not great music; 2. I claim copyright anyway, so there; 3. No, I cannot do anything about the general quality of the mix, as I am incompetent.

Amateur guitarists of the world, unite! If we all keep posting our ridiculous homemade recordings, we can legitimately claim that “everyone is doing it” and no one will be able to mock us ever again! Or something.

Here, songs:

Song565
Song568
Song572
Song572b
Song576
Song579

If anyone wants to know how to play these amazing songs, too bad; I forget them almost as fast as I record them.

The usual disclaimer: 1. I admit these are not great music; 2. I claim copyright anyway, so there; 3. No, I cannot do anything about the general quality of the mix, as I am incompetent.

Someday my agent is going to ask me how it is I have time to compose, record, and post these terrible musical pieces when I have contractual fiction obligations, and when that day comes I am fleeing to Mexico with my entourage. Which is what I call my cats.

Mock them while ye can:

Song544
Song552
Song556
Song555
Song554
Song562
Song564

If anyone wants to hire me to play their wedding, I take payment in top shelf liquor.

The usual disclaimer: 1. I admit these are not great music; 2. I claim copyright anyway, so there; 3. No, I cannot do anything about the general quality of the mix, as I am incompetent.