Pieces of Me is an instrumental song written for the acoustic guitar and arranged aside an array of subtle electronic ambience. Following Vagrant Story on Logos, it opens up into the journey of my self expression. I had always envisioned that I would most like to express this journey as an intimate acoustic album. Pieces of Me takes the sad and dreary opening of VS and carries the listener into some of the more abstract thoughts expressed later in the album. It's somber tone and repetitive guitar motif, hovering over very  subtle minor pad progressions, is meant to induce a state of wonder and possibly (since I like to visualize my scenes) create the backdrop of someone looking out into the stars. This person to the listener is an unknown, there is no reason given why they look, or what they look at, they are only seen as someone looking, for some reason, away into the stars. This meaninglessness that recurs in my ideation, is a strong symbolism that I stick to. My creativity is often expressed through short visualizations of this type, and I am left to paint them from the emotions I receive when I witness them. These "pieces of me" are then made into musical arrangements in hopes that my listener might see the pin-point hole of intuition, at some level, that I looked through when I wrote it.

Soul for Sale is probably the first of many meaningless emotional pieces on Logos; It conveys a very still sense of what beauty is to me. When I use the word meaningless, I mean something very hard to convey to you in writing and something which might make absolutely no sense to you if I were to try (as I am now). I really tried to constrain myself to conventional songwriting techniques in Logos. The song structure and progression of Soul for Sale is a simple result of this method: There are recurring elements, which most of my other work prior to it did not contain.

The acoustic guitar and large Mexican bass sit side by side painting a loungy scene with a window where your point of view witnesses the outside light from a hazy and self-induced opiate state. From inside the desire to be happy, I look out at what is real through burning eyes from a place that sucks me in. This medicated lounge of tranquility only lasts for some time before my soul is ready to be handed over to hell to feel something real, not just ideal. This song is sadness and longing expressed differently than my other songs. While most of the works on the album are of this intent, each capture only a minute stomach churner (as I like to call them). Each butterfly in my stomach can be represented by a song ... metaphorically speaking.

Say Nothing starts off with a very eastern guitar riff that is supported by an off-beat stressed tribal drum line. It is the first song after Vagrant Story that includes lyrics. Of course the lyrics for my songs, just as the way I describe them here, can often be misinterpreted. I blame myself for this since I am inadequately versed when it comes to artistic expression in English. As abstract as this song might be, the same conventional song writing used on most of the Logos tracks was used when I came up with the melody and counter harmony structure of this song.

The title and lyrics suggest a very isolationist viewpoint that makes it sound like I am eager to have no involvement with society or whoever it is I am talking to. This is partly true, this song does portray my hatred of the "in" crowd, not because I covet what they have, but moreso the self hatred from the realization that it is not "me" to begin with and not worth the effort to be a part of it. The conflict arises, then, with myself - not with the outside world. The title, Say Nothing, aptly (in my mind) describes the conundrum I face of being still and quiet, but ever conscious of my inability to identify with something, and its conflict with another aspect of me that wishes it could identify with this something.

More simply, I am at odds with who I have become: this person who wants to open up to others, but can't from the many years I was alone and different. Whether it is the outlandish focus of my youth on occult philosophy and eastern religion that has driven me away or an over reacting self-conscience - I am to this day feeling the vibrations that imitate emotional pain when I  actually try and even when I don't. It is a losing battle from which I can't speak or win a case against my Self. That is Say Nothing in a nutshell.

So, taking an illusory break from the angst of Say Nothing, in comes track #5: Falling Apart at the Seams. It is as solemn and somber as they come. It seems to be little more than a dreary instrumental piece with no focus or resolve. Intermittent female vocals throw the listener off and I can imagine how many people have listened to and taken nothing from it. It is actually more of a pre-cursor to the next track on Logos: Opium Stairway. It is at times light-hearted and simple when the main chorus part comes in, but it quickly fades back into some dreamy sense of giving up. Again the same acoustic guitar and Mexican bass stand side by side, belting out a very soft set of dreams that are later accompanied by sparse piano parts that accent this dreaminess. This mellow dreaminess in my work usually indicates a very dark and oppositional expression. You can almost always assume that my more beautiful and soothing works often indicate a very dark and depraved feeling of either hopelessness or sadness; That is just how it usually goes with me.

It does try to paint what is happy and beautiful in this world (the ideal one), but it does so from an envious mind. It is the problematic wall I face when I try to convey these kinds of projects. While I can envision them well, it is always at the expense of my emotional stability. The song just trails off into a merry little sunset of what most listeners would assume as a happy ending or attainment point. This view is quickly disturbed when the following track starts playing. The juxtaposition of these two songs is not mere coincidence. I intended them to be seamless in both arrangement, atmosphere, and direction. The culminating point is Opium Stairway.