Liner Notes: Reviews: 21 Tracks of spicy, Sphenisciformesic insanity, from the NIN-tinted crunch of the opening track (the controversial "EKF Sleep Repeat" - don't let the kids hear this one, folks) to the existential ambient sprawls of "Boulder," "Stark & Strain," & "Stain & Swallow" layered alongside a dozen tracks of wickedly original segues and styles ranging from Robert Rich to Rush, Tomorrow's Man has knocked one out of the igloo...." "...while there is not an obvious theme to the album, many of the titles, effects, and lyrics (there are only five non-instrumental songs) loosely hold together the strange, disturbing story of Peppery Penguin that sneaks itself here and there into the liners. Strange stuff, harsh, beautiful, warped, and stunning -- just wait'll you hear the 21-minute closer dedicated to cunnilingus."

Liner Notes: Tomorrow's Man • Sleep Music Written for and inspired by the Dustin Alexander Film ©2005 Magic Angry Mouse Music Firstly, my thanks to Astra Kim for once again drawing me at her whim into something with such complexity and emotion as I could never have conceived. Secondly, of course, a bold "Cheers" to Dustin Alexander's sidelong neurons for said aforementioned complexity and emotion; without him, I'd have had loads more sleep since my inception to the project. IRONY? ALWAYS. The music. The music. Electronics. Samples. Sounds warped and waffled, coated in warm syrup, electrified by lightning until they cried like babes, then dipped in beer batter and plunged into the deep fryer. (Such is the sound of aural agony.) It began loud...it started with the 'Lost' pieces, walls of sound that were written to collapse in on the listener's safety while our dear Ms. Oberhauser battled her viridical foes. As the story’s aura began vibrating alongside my own, I, and the music, became more insular and darkly predictive, turning quiet and staring when a blow was to strike. But this was not the blunt, obvious lull before a dizzy, torn boxer falls to a knockout; no, this soundtrack - with its samples and sounds, guitars and singing bowls and violins and haunted harmonicas and magnets clanging across my vibrantstark moonlit lake at insomniac hours - became the sonic metaphor for the look on the cat Jonesy's face in the movie "Alien" as the beast crept down from above then eviscerated Harry Dean Stanton. So, here we are, standing here with something creeping silently around this space. While it builds a hunger the music plays, these sounds of my brains channeled via Dustin Alexander's singular madness, and writing their surreal sonic diary as they are being burned into aluminum, true as any epitaph. Cheers, Tomorrow’s Man, October 29, 2005

Liner Notes: "Man and Moon" was recorded as a tonic for those nights when the sun was rising faster than I was falling; when I only had one hour to sleep, barely a nap, but I needed it to be as deep as possible. "Man and Moon," a lulling, morphing series of arpeggios, uses the addition of brainwave synchronization over the length of the 60-minute installment to take the listener from a wakeful state, all the way to REM sleep - the sleep that rebuilds you for the coming day - then back out again to full wakefulness, all in 60 minutes. I know it works for me; I hope it help gives my fellow listeners some often elusive rest that they crave. NOTE: "Man and Moon" is most effective when listened to at relatively low volume, in stereo headphones, preferably with noise reduction turned on while 37,000 feet above the ground. However, it still works quite well in the darkness of your bedroom otherwise.

Liner Notes: All titles by Tomorrow's Man. Her Waterfall is dedicated to Valerie Clark. 1. Her Waterfall 2. Composedly Regiments (Tomorrow's Man w/ Brainbook) 3. Last Day 4. Zeroing In 5. In September Fall 6. Densities IV (• Inspired by "Densities III" by Brian Eno) 7. Man and Moon (Brainbook remix) (Tomorrow's Man w/ Brainbook) (• Reconstruction of the 60-minute meditation piece "Man and Moon") 8. In the Violet Room (Tomorrow's Man w/ Brainbook) 9. "snoggin." • Dedicated to M. Miranda.

Liner Notes: Ten years is a long time to keep the demons in. The writing on this album began in November 1999, and has become larger and more complex than anything else I've attempted along the way. Since this is as good as any other forum these days to disseminate liner notes, I would like to thank about a skillionty people. I can't think of any order that makes sense, so here's this. Thanks to: Hank Kuczynski, who told me from an early age that I'm both too bald and not bald enough to be a rock star; and who might hit me if I don't put him first; Mike Hairston, who has forever provided me with amazing support and invaluable critical insight about my musical progress; Brett Holinbeck, who has done the same for my mental progress; Rahel Holinbeck, for putting up with Brett and me when we're together; Thanks to the rest of my Madison Major Arcana: Kat Davis, the Emperess; Steve Davis, the Emperor; Sloan Davis, the Star; Nate Marx, the Magician; Ryel Estes, the High Priestess; Lisa Bell, the Sun; Ned Kirby, the Hierophant; and Al Ritchie, the Tall Dude with the Hair; Thanks to Tara McMullen, for founding my poetic memory; and to Marianne Lachance and Louis Simard, who I still miss every day they grace distant France with their vitality; Thanks to Valerie Clark, for being a little bit of every reason I've learned anything in my life; Thanks to Astra Kim, for remaining my destiny; and to Dustin Sklavos, for being my slavedriving muse and most recently acquired best friend. Also, thanks to the rest of the Skeleton Crew gang, including the lovely and wonderful BJ Mortimer and the wonderful and lovely Laura Osburn; And thanks to so many others for so many reasons: Kim Marx (and Mouse) for thunderstorms and bacon; Kevin Nelson, for being my unofficial hero; Chantale Arsenault, the Visionary Goddess, for a glimpse at Pandora's box; Amy Ketchum, for being the angel behind our Nocturnal Requiem (and I pray many more to come); Carmen, Jeff, and Amy, for being creative and precocious (keep on rockin', kids); Apollo Marquez for my first chance to read in Madison in 2000 (so the rest since then is all his fault); Chris Korte for Vielspassvotze; Dean Peters for his slim fit jeans; Jessica (Red) Ingalls for being the first but not last inspiration for the scary middle of this album; Kala Snowflower because she is always; and my family back home for keeping the ocean there waiting for me, hopefully with a side of manicotti and ricotta pie. And most importantly, thanks to my lovely wife, Sarai Lenore, for her ongoing support, unbelievable patience, and amazing enchiladas. If I've left anyone out I apologize. Thank you all.

Liner Notes: The first single from the forthcoming 2009 Tomorrow's Man album, Toxicocktail, "Gotta Go" is a strong industrial/funk dance track in the vein of "Into the Void" by Nine Inch Nails. The full CD5 release includes the single version (gunshot change edit), along with the album version of "E" and a remix of "Dying & the Trees" from the forthcoming Tomorrow's Man album Sleepless: Soundtrack to the Dustin Sklavos film. Cover photography by Tabitha Cichy/TNT Photo (Seattle); design by Tomorrow's Man.

Liner Notes: Another in my ongrowing arsenal of songs about my favorite thing in the world, cunnilingus. (Note: It's not exactly work safe...but then again, there ain't no cussin' or nuthin', neither.) Lyrics: Go on down, go on back again; Shake her 'round, shake her up and then... Make her come -- once is nice; y'know what's fun? Make her twice. Go on down, bring her back again. We slish and we slide up and down our ride, We lick and we lap just like a kitten-kat And we ring her bell once But her buzzer's still there, why not ring it ring it ring it ring it ring it It's a lateral lunge with your tongue Take the plunge It's a flavor so unique it can only be savored Make her quiver, make her squeak As you drink up her peak Go on down, go on back again; Shake her 'round, shake her up and then... Make her come -- once is nice; y'know what's fun? Make her twice. Go on down, bring her back again. We slish and we slide up and down our ride, We lick and we lap just like a kitten-kat And we ring her bell once But her buzzer's still there, why not ring it ring it ring it ring it ring it Go on down, go on back again; Shake her 'round, shake her up and then... Make her come -- once is nice; y'know what's fun? Make her twice. Go on down, bring her up again.