Friday, March 23, 2007

Hello From Datong

I have finally arrived to Datong, China in the Shanxi Province (pronounced Shawn-shee).

Currently I am writing from the eighth floor of the Hongqi Hotel which is no less than a few hundred feet from the railroad station where I arrived late yesterday afternoon on a rail journey that lasted about seven hours from Beijing.

We were supposed to leave at 7:40am from Beijing, but were forced to head to a local shopping centre with our translator and camera guy to find an audio XLR cable that was, well, not packed in the bag. Luckily we found one in the mall which had more electronic stores -- actually booths, than any place I had ever been to. It was pretty much like 80 different Radio Shacks, Best Buys and other stores all packed under one roof.

Beijing was gritty and large, sprawling and defined by large swaths of concrete road which had about three hundred feet of roadway from one side of the street to the other. As for pedestrian and car rules here? There aren't any!

When the light turns green and pedestrians can get the "right of way" to walk, hundreds of cars; a crush of busses, vans, and tiny taxis bursts their way into your path and you become a virtrual game of frogger, wallking three feet stopping as a bus barely brushes past you and then moving forward again careful to constantly move your head left and right to avoid another car!

I didnt have long to spend there, after we bought the supplies for our camera equipment, we headed to the train station and journeyed outside of Beijing. Right now I am currently in Datong, China which is one of the three largest coal-producing regions in all of China. The area here is actually more sunny than the hazy-pollution (a mix of haze and dust from far-away dust storms and the constant presence of construction in the city) that clings to Beijing. The sun is a tiny little orb of light that barely peeks through the clouds there and reminds me more of what Tikrit feels like. But here in Datong, that sort of has gone away.

The city is here quite large but it does not see a lot of foreigners such as myself, being that it is so far off the beaten path. The biggest tourist point here is famous grottoes, where hundreds of caves and carved walls are remanants of 1500 years of Buddhist. This morning my camera crew will head 10 miles west of Datong to the Yungang Grottoes, where more than 51,000 statues of varying sizes have been discovered and somewhat left to their original condition.

Last night we ate a meal at a traditional noodle house which was small and packed. Smoke drifted to the ceiling and the people were friendly. We became sort of an exciting aside to the diners and more so to the cooks. We sat right next to a partition that housed part of the kitchen and three young cooks with tall french pastry hats smiled and were absorbed in our presence. They playfully constructed flowers for me by carving the skins off of turnips and securing them tightly with tooth picks. Behind the cooks was a giant cooking press and a table to press floor into tiny pancakes which created tasty looking pancakes.

I ordered noodle soup and a tasty plate of garlic cloves grilled together with a variety of mushrooms. It tasted smokey and very delicious.

We also went to a local hair salon, where our translator, Michael got a haircut -- one of the best tricks to getting a feel for the local culture and what is happening in a given place. The pictures of him are at the tiny salon. While he got his hair cut, we watched China Television, some live music concert in a warmer climate was being played.

Next stop last night we went to a cramped bar near downtown and had a Corona while we took in the local scene and planned our steps for this morning.

There is certainly more that I have forgotten, but at the very least, I can attach pictures of my journey so far and hope that I will encounter internet access again soon.



Thursday, February 08, 2007

New Post!

Hello friends & family ~

It has been awhile...well, over a year since I posted here. And I am still ready to post more updates.

I have been busy at Berkeley's Graduate School of Journalism and recently one of my television news stories was picked up by, at the following link;

The story is called 'Boy Scouts Tackle the USS Hornet'

I hope you enjoy it and I promise that I will post at least on a weekly basis.



Wednesday, May 10, 2006

Revelations on J School

Ruminations on Journalism School
Taylor Pipes

When I packed my car to move across the country in the dreary winter of 2003, I had a plethora of fanciful visions about beginning my career as a journalist. My degree freshly received should have been my ticket to a job in a gritty, fast-paced newsroom, right? I could not have been more wrong.

It has been nearly three years since I relocated to California from Wisconsin and while San Francisco is known as a mecca for writers, both past and present, it has yet to yield a decent full-time job for my career. That is why the decision to go back to school has been such an easy one. The only difficult part of this process has been deciding which part of the country to base the next part of my academic career.
Courtyard at Berkeley Graduate School of Journalism

But in all the debates over Journalism School, more commonly known as "J School," has been whether or not to even go in the first place. In all my conversations with professors, industry

professionals and friends, the debate always seemed to center around the fact that I didn't have to go back to school. It is common knowledge that a B.A. in journalism is good enough to land you in a newsroom. Although the process of scaling the industry ladder still exists, a major positive aspect of going to J School is the ability to meet contacts in the profession and to open more doors.

Using that lineage of thinking I made the decision to apply to J School, but the list of schools seemed lofty and unattainable. The schools on my list were Stanford, Berkeley, Wisconsin and Columbia. I dropped Stanford early because their program focused more on policy and research when I preferred to be actually writing and practicing journalism. The decision came down to Berkeley and Columbia and for the last month I have wrestled with what was not the 'right' choice, rather what was the best choice for my career. Many friends I spoke with convinced me that if I attended Berkeley over Columbia, I would be turning down a world of opportunities that are only available with an Ivy League education.

For awhile I scoured the internet message boards, met with other prospective students at both schools and thought long and hard about the choices laid before me. While no one in my entire family has had the prospects of attending a "great" school like Columbia, I suddenly was starting to fixate on rankings and prestige rather than my career.

When I tried contacting active Columbia students I barely got responses. When I did hear back, the ones I got were confusing and never really offered a ton of insight. One student responded back telling me that I should not be laboring over such a decision and that in retrospect, my decision was meaningless because there were far more important things going on in the world. While there certainly are far more daunting issues in the world going on, my life and career are important and I don't take major decisions based on my future lightly.

At a Columbia accepted students dinner held on the upper floor of the Bank of America Building, I joined other kids like myself. There were also alumni of the Columbia J School and that perhaps offered my initial insights into the school. Most of them seemed successful but some seemed to be in an echelon completely above what I was used to. One women's husband had a popped collar with a sweater draped over his shoulders and brown loafers. I could almost imagine him challenging me to a game of tennis on a court surrounded by brick walls, lofty mansions and ivy walls.

One other graduate I spoke to is still buried in debt. To date, the tuition from the school has risen to over $35,000 a year. In comparison, Berkeley's yearly tuition is a mere $4,000. You do the math. But the math to me said that unlike other professional schools such as medical and law school, the dividends of salary does not equate. A graduate of a J School does not make more money than their B.A. counterparts. Also, professors and students were overwhelmingly available during an entire four-day open house with alumni and newly admitted students.

In fact, in most instances the majority of the J School graduates often get jobs at the bottom rungs of the industry. It is the connections in the schools that allows some to skyrocket above the rest. Valuable connections as in any field, can catapult a career high above the rest and that is why I chose Berkeley. I also hope to do the documentary program at Berkeley's J School, which has an incredible track record. In the last five years some students have won Academy Awards and their films have traveled the World to prestigious film festivals like Sundance and Cannes.

Studying in the beautiful weather at Berkeley

Speakers that have attended the school in the past few years have been lured by Dean Orville Schell, who has helped with the rise of prestige and respectability of the program through the last ten years. Those include Dan Rather, Tom Brokaw, Bill Clinton and the Dali Lama. Pretty incredible people that get to spend time with students exploring their crafts together.

The one regret I had while at my undergrad days in Wisconsin was the lack of college travel. At Berkeley all of the students are almost expected to put time traveling across the world. This past spring break, the North Gate School of Journalism resembled more of an airport hub than a school with the stories I heard from professors about where students were jetting to next. All across the globe from Europe, Latin America and Asia, Berkeley's students were doing journalism in interesting places. Alternatively, at Columbia when I asked Robert MacDonald, the Dean of Admissions about travel opportunities, I was told that students get to travel...all over New York and her suburbs. While that sounds exciting, I want to get a grasp of journalism across the globe, not just in one of the largest cities in America. They have a foreign reporting course, but they don't ever leave the country. What is the point in teaching foreign reporting concepts when you are not even expected, nonetheless even slightly pushed to travel? That is akin to teaching broadcast journalism without expecting a student to pick up a camera.

The other plus about Berkeley is that rather than spitting students out in a whirlwind ten-month program, Berkeley allows students to dabble in all forms of journalism over a two-year period. Journalism just is not the same as it was when gritty and leathered journalists spent years working their way up from copyboy to editor. Grizzled newsroom veterans used to spend entire careers working through their career in one organization. Now job security in any industry just does not exist, let alone journalism. But with the advances of internet reporting in blogging and podcasts, journalists are suddenly expected to carry a wealth of skills ranging from reporting for radio, television, internet and newspaper.

Personally, I think that journalists should at least be expected to get an advanced degree -- the industry is one that props up the very ideals of democracy. But the way journalists handle the news today is not respected and is highly biased. We expect doctors, lawyers and business leaders to learn beyond their undergraduate years and I expect the J School to instill skills that just were not accessible to me in Wisconsin.

Overall, it has been nearly a week since I had to formally declare my intent to enroll in Berkeley's program. Columbia, much like a relationship with an attractive woman that ended way too soon, has come to an end. While I will truly never know what would be if I attended that lofty institution, I feel equally excited to attend Berkeley. It truly is one of the best schools in the World. Consistently ranked as the best public school in the country and one of the top 5 best universities in the World, I am definitely going to have doors open and opportunities that I would never imagine had I not gone to school. The campus is beautiful, the class has less than 50 people per year (compared to over 200 students per year at Columbia), and the professors in all departments are heads of their field. Not to mention I am still living in heart of one of the most beautiful places in the world; a three hour drive to amazing skiing, a stone's throw to the Pacific Ocean, San Francisco seven miles away, and the backdrop of the campus formed by the rolling green Berkeley Hills.

In all my research I found few personal stories of choosing between the right J School and hopefully this will help someone ahead of me. I also hope my blog serves as a tool to future J Schoolers and also a way to relive my experiences for friends and family.

J School, here I come!


Thursday, March 23, 2006

It Has Been Too Long

Family & friends ~

It seems that I often get mired in life and before I know it, a month or more has passed since I have posted on this site. I have to better watch the days quickly sailing by to prevent that from happening.

Life is going well here on the West Coast. Tomorrow I jet off to Boston to see a great friend, Nate Z. and then work for a week near New York City.

In any event, I also am writing for a new website,, which features free or low-cost drinking opportunities in San Francisco. There are many great art and band events that come through SF and sometimes free drinks are served. That is the basis of the website.


Friday, January 06, 2006

My Top Albums of 2005

For me, 2005 has been the best year in music of my entire life. I have found so many amazing new bands and want to share them with as many people as I can. So, this list is by no means an entire compilation of what I have listened to this year -- in fact, it is just the start. But the bands listed here are the best of the best. Some of them are newcomers that you may not have heard of, while others are mainstays who came out with decent albums this year. In any event, I hope you enjoy them.


10. Bright Eyes, "I'm Wide Awake, It's Morning"Song to listen: "Road To Joy"Nebraska boy goes to big city, writes music, gets wasted a lot and pens two new albums that create a massive stir and connect with what many think is the new "Dylan." All connections to famous folk icons aside, his style of unique voicing and alt-country stylings coupled with his experiences singing back up for Emmylou Harris really make this album a fantastic edition to your shelves. Check out Maria Taylor and others on the Saddle Creek label and you will be surprised what you hear.

9. Sigur Ros, "Tak"What else can be said about this Icelandic band? Their music is created in an entirely different/made-up language. After taking quite a hiatus, this most recent effort shows that Sigur Ros was not just a momentary success, yet their music still has a vast impact on their fans and the new album will surely create a whole new found popularity.

8. Sun Kil Moon, "Tiny Cities"Song to listen: "Exit Does Not Exist" and "Tiny Cities Made of Ashes"Seeing Mark Kozelek or one of his concerts in person is a religious experience. Whether he is playing solo, which he frequently does prior to a tour in support of a new release, or if he is fully backed by two guitars and a string section, the music is an unbelievable experience. This album is head-scratching at first for novice Kozelek fans, but it pays homage to Indie mainstay, Modest Mouse and strips down songs from their catalog to their most pure and simple form. Where previously one may not have understood the lyrics or aim, Kozelek takes them to a previously unattainable place and creates an entirely new dimension where shimmering acoustic rock molds with country to form an allegorical and strikingly beautiful album.

7. Matt Pond PA, Several Arrows LaterSong to listen: "Halloween"Matt Pond PA is a chamber pop group based in Brooklyn, NY. This is their fifth album in as many years. It's emotional and melodic with strong hooks and a fine balance between angst and beauty.

6. Stars, "Set Yourself On Fire"Song to listen: "Your Ex-lover is Dead" (tied with Ageless Beauty)Yet another Canadian band that has made giant strides in the music industry, especially south in the United States. They have been listed as one of the best albums this year by Rolling Stones and a recent opening slot for Death Cab has firmly entrenched a whole new sea of fans in the US.

5. Iron & Wine with/ Calexico, "In the Reins"Song to Listen: "He Lays in the Reins"When Iron & Wine and the songs of Jim Beam created a stir in the folk movement a few years ago, many latched on for the exciting ride. His lyrics are amazing and beautiful comprised of touching guitar riffs. Last year's album, "Our Endless Numbered Days" made Iron & Wine players in the burgeoning scene followed by an appearance in the Garden State soundtrack cemented their abilities. Now they combine their efforts with Arizona icons, Calexico for a memorable album that combines the quiet folksy tunes created by Beam with the uptempo alt-country and latin beats of Calexico. If you have a chance to see them on tour, it is highly advised. On their San Francisco stop, an encore of "Wild Horses" saw Mark Kozelek (Sun Kil Moon & Red House Painters) join the nearly eleven members on stage for an amazing end of a great concert.

4. Death Cab For Cutie, "Plans"When I heard Death Cab was coming out with a new album, I was a treaded on a bit of trepidation wondering what would be in store lyrically and musically. After being treated with well-created albums in the past four years, I felt like their time was coming to and end, mostly due to their surprising popularity and appearance on the teen love-fest OC. I felt for sure that had sealed their fate, and in fact, it has slowly built an entirely new fanbase that most hardcore Death Cab fans from years past would have never imagined...Ever. Nonetheless, Plans was also a delicious treat that has kept the same sounds lyrical genius of Death Cab relatively intact and in greater form than ever before. What sold me on Plans and remaining a diehard fan was seeing them live in concert at the Warfield in San Francisco. While teen girls sitting behind me constantly sang only to the new songs and bragged about their OC appearances, Death Cab forged on and continued to play a dynamic setlist of songs from many of their earlier works. Death Cab is not going anywhere soon and I actually am excited to see what lies next for their second mainstream label release.

3. Great Lake Swimmers, "Bodies & Minds"I stumbled upon this group opening for Feist in New York City at the famed Knitting Factory. The crowd was jammed into a section of the theatre that barely fit 200 and the sound emanating from the stage blew me away. After a bit of research into this Canadian newcomer, I found they are making quite the wave in the sadcore genre. While the music they create is nothing that we have not seen before, the production element and the lyrics that lie within their latest album thrust them to become one of my most treasured CDs of the year. Their first album was recorded in an abandoned grain silo while this disc was produced and recorded at St. Theresa's church in Long Beach Ontario. One of the most goosebump inducing songs I have heard all year is track three, "When it Flows" which displays beautiful lyrics and the lush rise of violins and cellos to back lead singer Tony Dekker's endearing and shy/reserved sounding voice.

2. Imogen Heap, "Speak For Yourself"For those not sure who this unusual name belongs to, just listen to the melodic sounds that punctuated the Garden State soundtrack from last year. Once the duality of Frou Frou, she has since spent the past year locked in her London home to create from scratch her newest single CD. Much like her Frou Frou song, "Let Go" which entranced an entirely new stateside audience, her current album features sweeping electronic textures and the best track has got to be, "Hide & Seek" which in is simplistic in its appearance. Heap sings a capella through a vocoder (voice processor) and creates multiple tracks of the same lyrics that make quite the catching song.

1. Sufjan Stevens, "Illinois"There are various reasons why Sufjan Stevens captures the number one spot for me this year. The concept of creating a CD about each state of the Union seems to be a flashy idea, but if there is any indication of what lies next solely based on the first two, than I am sold. The Illinois album richly connects a variety of musical themes and almost becomes a yearbook of derivatives from music past. Combining both his meaningful and well-resarched lyrics and his sensitive voice create an album that is sure to be enjoyed by many types of music lovers.

Tuesday, December 06, 2005

Thanksgiving Skiing in Oregon, The California Delta and More Bands to Listen

As the days continually fall harkening the arrival of Christmas, I still have yet to tell of my Thanksgiving adventures and write a new post since mid-November.

First, before I expound on my Thanksgiving trip, there was a weekend when I explored some relatively little known regions and backroads of the Delta. The Delta is about forty minutes from the San Francisco region, entry of which can be accessed driving through Antioch or exiting off of Highway 4.

For those who have never ventured here, it is like visiting a completely different area and justifies how lucky San Franciscans are to live an a region where so many styles of geography can easily be accessed.

The delta is comprised of a series of freshwater islands that are separated by a system of levees. While large ships use the channels to navigate inland to Sacramento and its little known shipping ports, the citizens of the remote Delta region towns of Isleton, Locke and Rio Vista enjoy a geographic anonymity which permits a laissez-faire existence of boating, fishing and camping. Tiny taverns that dot the one lane levee roads serve as pit stops for fishers and boaters alike and harken back to a small town charm that has yet to be truly discovered.

The town of Locke is relatively unchanged since the days when steamers would chug up and down the water channels in the days of the Gold Rush era. In fact, Locke was built in 1915 by Chinese settlers and was one of the largest Chinese villages east of San Francisco. Many of the small towns in this region showcase tiny gambling parlors that are still open to this day. These cardrooms are similar to those like the Oaks Card Club in Emeryville.

Recreation is plentiful in this area where families can rent house boats and slowly follow the currents for an entire weekend, while other younger visitors choose to celebrate with a party and young people from the city. Still others choose to fish the over 1,000 miles of navigable waterways.

When I visited with my friend Rebecca a few weeks ago, I was thrust into an entirely different approach to time and had to wait to cross two river crossings via ferry to reach the other islands and continue on my trek. While the night skies slowly darkened and the sun set to the west behind us, a tiny water ferry connected to a wire that yanks it from one side to the other reached shore and I drove onto the vessel. It takes anywhere from 5-10 minutes to cross these rivers depending on how long the wait is to drive aboard. When I arrived in both instances, I was the only car and the pilot of the ferry came out of his office to slowly puff a cigarette in the chilly air.

It certainly was a great escape from the rigors of life in San Francisco.

This past Thanksgiving I decided to drive up to visit my friend, Andrew Gorman who had just moved with his friend Julie from Wisconsin. He lives close to Mt. Bachelor, one of the larger ski resorts in Oregon. Over 70 ski runs serviced by high-speed lifts are tucked into the chutes and canyons of Bachelor Butte and provide many thousands of acres of skiable terrain.

Many of the runs I experienced were more than a mile long and I would ski for at least five or ten minutes without passing another soul. I often stopped to rest and to take in the sunny skies and snow-covered pine trees that were commonplace at the lower elevations of the mountain. At higher levels, a torrent of wind and snow whirled about and icy slopes greeted skiers fresh off the lifts. It was quite an experience to ski from blizzard-like conditions to the sunny skies at the bottom, and it sure was a lot warmer.

Bend was a great little town. The strangest part of the trip was the Oregon law that prohibits anyone from pumping their own gas. This strange law to those visiting for the first time from nearby Northern California is odd at first, but after awhile it is especially nice to have someone else pump gas for you. The existence of this law is due in part to Oregon's economy, one of the worst in the nation. This law allows service stations to hire attendants whose sole job is to pump gasoline and wash windows, bolstering the service industry and the state employment.

During my four-day long visit to Bend, I also got to relax my muscles in a very nice Turkish bath located at the McMenamin complex - an entire downtown city block under the same ownership that boasts a tavern, hotel, hostel, Turkish bath and movie house. I thought it was an amazing array of things to do, especially for a small town. While the economy in Oregon seems to be at low levels compared to the rest of the country, small towns such as Bend appear to be experiencing a resurgence due to local ski culture and tourists who wish to play in the snow. Bend was a town founded under logging and many saw mills located there thrived until recently. Rigorous laws halting logging and radical environmentalists have no doubt created a turn in the industry and most likely helped contribute to the loss of jobs and the place Oregon maintains in the nation's economy. Now, Bend is turning to skiing and the outdoors coupled with tourism to bolster jobs and establish its place in Central Oregon as a formidable destination. Ski homes and new hotels are being constructed and the hipness of the city's taverns are definitely helping to attract apres-skiers. Many of the bars I went into seemed quite hip and edgy featuring brick walls, martinis and a trendy crowd of young professionals and post-college kids drinking together. It was a fun time.

My trip to Oregon was beautiful and quite fun. Driving up on Wednesday before Thanksgiving, I was able to drive around Crater Lake, which had just experienced a fresh snowfall. The one lane forest highway was surrounded by tall evergreens and above that, the moon shone brightly on mountain tops. Even though it was close to 3am when I reached Bend, my zig-zagging through the high desert mountains was one of the most beautiful road trips I have taken in a long time.

Andrew, I hope to be back up to visit you soon! Before I call it a post, I want to reflect on some bands you need to check out.

Explosions in the Sky -- Instrumental music, but in the most amazing methods possible. This music is amazing, reflective and beautiful. Slowly building guitar chords build simultaneously with drums to create almost a mountainous sound of music. This Austin, Texas band does not disappoint because their music is all-encompassing of being romantic, melodic, powerful, loud and tragic all at the same time. Where others have treaded in music sans vocals, Explosions reigns supreme. I have yet to experience them live, but I hear those concerts are unbelievably passionate and amazing forms of music, unlike many others.

Sun Kil Moon - Mark Kozelek has previously been known in San Francisco based Red House Painters, but now takes his musical styling to Sun Kil Moon, another SF outfit. Their latest album retools a variety of Modest Mouse covers to their simplest, most beautiful forms. Many Modest Mouse fans may miss the meanings or lyrics, and Kozelek allows the stripped down form to almost give the songs a completely new identity and new value to their previous forms.

Until Next Time....

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

Death Cab Live @ Warfield

Commensurate with the downtown San Francisco concertgoing experience is winding your way through throngs of homeless on Market Street and wondering if your car windows will still be intact when you return. Thankfully that was the case last night and I could focus solely on hearing a great concert from Death Cab For Cutie.

The last time I got to see this band was at the Miramar Theatre, a tiny little place that holds possibly less than four or five hundred souls and where after seeing them you felt connected to a band and part of a select few who all knew how great this music truly was. That was over four years ago on the East Side of Milwaukee. Shortly before that I was exposed to their music by hearing the sounds of "A Movie Script Ending" blaring from my roommates stereo as the house was being cleaned. Everytime I hear that song I am transported back to that sunny autumnal afternoon and I can smell a hint of pledge and see the sun pouring through the front windows and reflecting onto the wood floors. I fell in love with that song and the rest of the "Photo Album."

Which brings me to last night and the yapping girls who would not shut the hell up sitting behind us at the Warfield. When the soaring chords of Death Cab weren't rising to the heights of the theater to the delight of the most hardcore fans, the girls could be heard discussing what song they heard on the "OC" the sinfully delightful show for tweens and high schoolers alike that is also masquerading as a flashy vehicle for pushing previously unknown and great music to the masses. I don't know if it was a good thing for shows like the "OC" to help push along a great band like Death Cab who has given us an overall beautiful record like "Plans" or if it would be delightful to still have them signed to Barsuk Records and keep me smiling when I drive down the road, windows down singing old tunes that wide-eyed passerby would hear as they stopped at a traffic light.

Gibbard was asked in an interview about the relevance of watching the shows his music has appeared on and he answered; "I watch 'Six Feet Under,' but that's about it. I mean, 'The O.C.' is a fine enough show, but I never feel inclined to watch it, I guess."

In any event, Death Cab is here and their star is rising, even though I wish I had to savor them all to myself, which of course is quite selfish. It is an interesting perspective to remember, much like the elegiac lamentations of a lost love or a crumbling relationship, the older albums and then welcome their new "Plans" and realize it is quite a good album.

Last night when I heard the initial and all to familiar chords of "Movie Script Ending" I bobbed my head and danced in my seat and smiled because I was able to share in the experience of hearing some great songs that brought back so many memories. It shows that the mixed crowd of newbies and true fans was held in check and hasn't defected. The newbies got their few songs and Death Cab delighted the hardcore fans with tunes dating back to their first record, actually a demo 4-track tape.

Hopefully like a budding new love, this relationship will continue to grow. So far from what I have seen, I have the facts and well, I am voting Yes!

Setlist from Warfield; November 14, 2005:

Marching Bands of Manhattan
We Laugh Indoors
The New Year
Title and Registration
Soul Meets Body
Summer Skin
Different Names for the Same Thing
Company Calls
Company Calls epilogue
What Sarah Said
Movie Script Ending
Brothers on a Hotel Bed
Crooked Teeth
Pictures in Exhibition?
Sound of Settling
I Will Follow You in to the Dark (acoustic solo)
Prove my Hypothesis