17,18,19. With all the turmoil, depression, anxiety and utter dark despair I experienced in college I somehow kept up appearances on being an artist who produced something even if it never saw the light of day and heard only by me. More so than anything done in college artistically these tracks is what I would choose over it all to have done and most importantly have saved. I say all this because it’s a minor miracle these tracks were recorded at all much less found many years later. My life as an artist and wannabe musician simply is not complete without these 3 tracks. It got so hot in Redlands Ca; my dorm room was an oven. I got out of my dorm room and sneaked into the Redlands University keyboard lab to record what you hear here. It was almost like I was preparing myself this whole time to do something like this. Redlands had a robust music school. But I came into school as an Art Major with an emphasis in photography. I did however take one recording class. So since I was technically in a music class I could walk the same halls as the legitimate music school students. In a separate building there was a miraculous room filled with digital keyboards. I recall peering inside through the small window on the door like I was a kid looking in a grand baseball park for the first time. The door was always locked. In this room there was like 30 of them all for a class of dedicated music school nerds. I broke in there somehow a few times when there were no classes and played those digital pianos when I could and made up the songs you hear here. To pull off the recording it had to be all live and fast and recorded on my boombox on tape. You might hear clicks, that is me pushing buttons on the equipment since there was no line-out on the keyboard. I had to be aware of that and not hit keys or buttons too hard since the boombox picked up everything. I had to work quickly. I was not allowed in this lab since I was not taking that class. One time a teacher caught me while I was doing a repetitive refrain (was practicing and not recording). The teacher ran in the room and practically yelled at me madly “What are you playing!?”. I was perplexed at first, as I knew he was a music teacher. He told me to stop it and it was too loud. I saw that my song annoyed him and I knew then I was doing something right. I didn't want approval from a classically trained teacher nerd. Track “No One Is There” was named because I was alone at the time in this big room filled with digital keyboards but also because the key line reminds me of the song “Send In The Clowns” and while looking up this song recently I saw the lyric “No One Is There” . All 3 tracks presented as is and recorded live, untouched except de-noised, circa 1995.