Someday my agent is going to ask me how it is I have time to compose, record, and post these terrible musical pieces when I have contractual fiction obligations, and when that day comes I am fleeing to Mexico with my entourage. Which is what I call my cats.
Mock them while ye can:
Song544
Song552
Song556
Song555
Song554
Song562
Song564
If anyone wants to hire me to play their wedding, I take payment in top shelf liquor.
The usual disclaimer: 1. I admit these are not great music; 2. I claim copyright anyway, so there; 3. No, I cannot do anything about the general quality of the mix, as I am incompetent.