Dee Jayne Walker.

The Moons of Rigel 6. A track from my 2003 Album Expansion modification. The video uses clips which are as far as I am aware copyright free. Unless someone got something wrong.

Click here to read  All Parts I awoke to alien sounds of hammering from the garden, but thought hurrying to the railway station to by the paper was too much effort. I Decided to slip into the daily routine of life, working eating sleeping, serenly as all mankind has for thousands of years. There was no real reason my life should change, just because there was a UFO in my garden. But in my garden the hammering and stirring went on as it had all night. I was worrying what interest this might attract from the neighbours. Not least Jamie, who had insatiable curiosity. It seemed the professor didn't sleep, especially when he had something to work on. I ate breakfast, and made myself a cup of strong coffee, before walking over to the UFO sipping as I went. The area under the spaceship with my flattened beans in it, was looking overgrown, the light was reaching it through the ships cloaking device, so it was all growing, it was just restricted in which directions it could grow. To m...

OK so not the best sound quality, but then Dylan tends to work under most circumstances. Sorry about the waffle intro.

Another track from my 2003 album of electronic music, 'Expansion Modification'. Still working on providing interesting images. The clips in this video are all 'Stock Footage' available on http://www.beachfrontbroll.com an interesting collection of moving images. Winds in the mind.

Another track from my Vaults. Trying to add some interesting visuals using stock footage. Better than Just a still anyhow.

My cover version of Wish You Were Here By Pink Floyd. With some help from my daughters camera work.  

Not the best sound quality, but somehow that feeds into my 'Old Blues man' pretentions.

Having posted I piece I wrote for my youngest daughter a few days ago, I should probably post the one I wrote for my eldest daughter. Romana. 

Something I wrote for my youngest daughter Willow. Sorry about the intro dialogue, a little too much waffle.

Click here to read Part 1. I kind of expected an 'adventure' to begin almost immediately,  but despite his alien appearance Snixat, was for all practical purposes, a stoned hippy. And one fond of music. The Internet and YouTube particularly, proved to be a revelation for him. Especially the availability of sixties music, and he was working his way through almost every acts available catalogue. I was glad he had found YouTube before my album collection. I didn't have any confidence the CD's would survive the experience, let alone the vinyl. 9 days after I first knocked myself out, I entered the UFO through the disconcerting door in empty air. The garden is overlooked but there was line of sight of the doorway from only one window,  three doors up. Every other window was blocked by a tree, a fence, or my garden shed. I had hung our a sheet on the washing line to block the last remaining opportunity of seeing me dissappear into thin air. On this morning Snixat was ex...

Another track from my vaults. Again, I have no idea what it might mean it just sounded cool. And for some reason I named the whole album after this track.

Click here to read  All Parts It landed in my garden. Although I didn't realize it was there at first. I just noticed from my window, that the beans I was growing and we're nearly ready to pick had been completely flattened. I had put my boots and gardening jacket on, gone out, picked up my spade and grumpily started to walk down and see if there was anything I could salvage. Cursing 11 year old Jamie from 3 doors up, because he was usually the one responsible for any trouble in our neighborhood. Then I walked into it.  And knocked myself clean out. When I woke up, it was a scene from a genuine alien abduction. Which I didn't believe in, so the next 10 minutes involved a good deal of conflict in, and reassessment of, my world view. I was on a  bed, a tube up my nose, something strapped to my arm. And a strange tall, grey skinned figure with a somewhat bulbous head, teardrop shaped, Jet Black shiny eyes, tiny upturned nose, narrow chin, and disconcertingly tiny mouth...

Body Distortion Control. I have no Idea what it means it just sounded good so I used it. From my Vaults.

Driving Through the Desert. Another one from the Vaults.

An old electronic 'e-jay' track of mine, which I rather like, enjoy.

My version of Black Mountain Side by Jimy Page:  Page's arrangement was inspired by a traditional Irish folk song called " Down by Blackwaterside " and  Bert Jansch 's version of that song, on the album  Jack Orion

The poem isn't mine I understand it to be 'anon' but have also seen it attributed to a 'Gary Larson' with some artwork attached (not the above) though he may have been the artist. The above artwork is my own. My baby’s left my lilypad.  My legs have been deep fried. I munch on flies. And when I die, they’ll stick me in formaldehyde. Oh, I’ve got the greens baby. Oh, I’ve got the greens, I got the greens real bad.

And this one I wrote for my younger daughter Willow.

This blog was originally intended to promote my music as much as prose and poetry. I wrote this for my eldest daughter.