My Music

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Yamaha MO-X8, Cubase 9Elements,
EastWest Composer Cloud Software. 


This is a list of the music that I have posted on SoundCloud. I sincerely thank everyone who has taken the time to listen to my music. I hope you enjoy!

Thursday Morning Improv, Sunday Night Notes II

Thursday Night Improv & Sunday Notes(original score)

Choose Life, For the French

The Voices In My Head

What Was Heard, The Weight of Knowing

Pale Blue Dot, With Apologies to Mr. Sagan

A Life Celebrated. Dedicated to my dear friend, Mark Chambers

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