Liner Notes: WHILE WE WERE SITTING AROUND WONDERING ABOUT FUN THINGS TO DO, WE WENT TO MY WEB SITE AND STARTED GOOFING AROUND WITH EXCERPTS FROM MY NOVEL ON JUSTINSCANLON.COM WHICH COVERS THE HISTORY OF NIHILISM AND THE ART OF SELF IMPLOSION. EVERY NOW AND THEN YOU'LL HERE CHOKING SOUNDS. SOME OF THOSE ARE LAUGHTER. THE OTHERS? WE REALLY DIDN'T NEED THAT PRODUCER ANYWAY

Liner Notes: The simple things in life. The pleasure of a glorious defining moment when you realize you feel a deep love that is returned. An experience so rare and profound that one sees one’s lifetime planned in the eye of the mind. And then there are the more frequent simple things that we provide ourselves so that whatever the cause of our death, it will not be boredom. Pride so we may ignore our weaknesses and feel mighty. Lust, so we may reproduce and immortalize our character flaws in the echoes of our progeny. Envy, lest we ever feel gratitude for our own gift of life in human form. Indolence, lest we develop the dangerous pursuit of knowledge for its own sake. Ravening greed lest the machines that replicate bright and shiny gee-gaws fall short of their production quotas. And certainly in the land where food is called fast, and fasting is pathological, may gluttony maintain its buffoon presence. And now let the diamond of anger shine in preceding six fold setting, because it alone of all these interesting simple things, feels no shame. Therefore, let it continue most rightly to rule them all. Being more of a broke poet and retail veteran than skilled studio musician, I need to give special thanks to Dominic Barone. He has volunteered countless hours of his time wearing many hats: engineer, producer, master musician and musical composer who performs bass, guitar and drums on many of the tracks. Rest assured the ones that are not so good are the ones I played on. See, I ran out of money before Dominic was able to apply his virtuosity and articulated musical vision to this writer’s “scratch tracks.” I can only hope that the music/poetical work as it stands will not disappoint you. Finally I have beg forgiveness of the superb photographer, Danny Mollohan, for doing a bit of a butcher job on one of his works of art in order to generate the album cover. He is great. Do not forget his name. Look for his work. You will be glad of the experience when you find it.

Liner Notes: Jazzical. Well, that’s how Vince at Guitar Center describes this material. It’s as good a term as any I can think of. I’m not really a classical guitarist, but a lot of folks have done me the honor of referring to my work in that manner. However, I fear that does an injustice to the elite of the classical guitar world, who have devoted so much more in time and talent to their vocation, and who have reaped so much to my benefit. And in a way it does an injustice to my background, which is much more indebted to both jazz and delta blues. But Bluclassjazzdelical sounds like the march of a batallion breaking step while crossing a bridge, so Jazzical it will be. Thanks Vincent. And thanks again, Guitar Center. The classically inclined among you will recognize some of the chestnuts embedded herein.

Liner Notes: Speaking of the unspeakable, is speak of the things we all already know, but normally purge from our thoughts. Young people in the flower of their adulthood, and bursting with whatever talent or lack of it they may have, are dying in wars that can only sap the strength of the victors and morally qualify the propagandized vanity of the losers. Nobody knows why they keep dying in the twenty first century, and we with the luxury to be able to think about it are saying nothing of substance. What does it mean about our assumptions? If we assume there is no soul inherent to these jewels in creation’s tiaras, then we safely watch their suffering on the TV like Greek Gods of old, to divert us from our boredom. However, what does it mean to each of us if we assume that they, presumably like us, have souls? And what does it mean of they look at us and see us as soulless? So Speaking of the unspeakable, where did the truth go?

Liner Notes: THESE ARE BASICALLY REAL BOOK CHARTS. I'VE TWISTED THEM AROUND ALMOST BEYOND RECOGNITION TO GREAT EXTENT. I HAVE USE THESE TO ANSWER STUDENT QUESTIONS REGARDING HORIZONTAL VERSUS VERTICAL APPROACHES TO SUBSTITUTIONS. THEY ARE NOT "HOT" OR HEAVILY "MASTERED" TRACKS, BUT THEY ARE MORE THAN SUFFICIENT TO MAKE THE MUSICAL POINTS, AND ARE WELL WITHIN COMMERCIAL STANDARDS. PROSPERITY WOULD MAKE RE-MIXING POSSIBLE, BUT THEN WHERE WOULD I FIND THE TIME TO KEEP MOVING FORWARD? THERE WILL BE A BUNCH OF THESE KIND OF RECORDINGS. i LOVE THEM AND HOPE BY SHARING THEM YOU WILL EXPERIENCE PLEASURE AND INSPIRATION. I MAKE NO APOLOGIES TO AUDIOPHILES. THE REAL ONES WILL UNDERSTAND THE EXIGENCIES OF MY POSITION, AND THE BREVITY OF MY REMAINING TIME. IT'S NOT THAT I'M DYING TOMORROW OR ANYTHING SO REOMANTIC, IT IS SIMPLY I HAVE A LOT OF THIS TO GO, AND AM STILL SCRATCHING THE SURFACE.

Liner Notes: Improvisations by a low budget crew. Background music for exploring minds.

Liner Notes: Like Volume One, this is unedited material. In some sort of way Buddy's right about this approach. It is more than merely honest, it is ruthless. And I like that. I'm pricing it accordingly. Economical to make, economical to buy. I want to give special credit to Shelley Robin Spivack, Esq, for generously allowing us to distort and vitiate her brilliant photograph, Bridge of the Women. You can find more of her genious if you visit: http://www.justinscanlon.com/Shelley_Spivack/ Paste it into your browser. You'll see for yourself. And finally, thank you so much for your sustaining support. As you know, all of this has been a collaborative ongoing labor of love. It's no lie that I do this out of love for you, and without you I am worse than less than nothing.

Liner Notes: More of the Classcal miniatures. As requested by some of my students. Thanks for caring!