Published: Sat, 22 Apr 2017 17:53:35 -0800
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Sat, 22 Apr 2017 17:53:35 -0800A basically complete track from a planned upcoming album (which will also include Where No One Has Gone Before), partly to get feedback and partly just to light a fire under my ass to keep working on the damn thing and maybe finish it this year. As indicated by the title, it's the second (of 3) songs planned for the album titled "One More About Face." Lyrics:
What's one more about face I found grace You don't need to doubt me I'm straight laced Who would I be without you There's no way I'll stop believing in you now Oooh I know you been wrong before And we can never be sure What life has in store for us But ooh I know your mind is glorious It'll take much more to destroy my trust Than one more about face I haven't tried to hide my doubts But when I see your side I know that I'll find out How to be the type of guy you confide in One with that true devotion, gets emotion Real Poseidon, wield a trident A three prong song to pull the coast into the dry corners of my psyche I might be ready to have the cool wave baptize me And hold your right hand despite me being what I am: a kite with no immediate flight plan I been a real comedian my whole life span But now I'm serious about retrieving you from the fry pan So come on in the water with me Unless you wanted to see how hot it can be I believe that you could handle this autonomously But if you take this about face at your own pace I'll be as patient as I gotta be That's my word And you can rest assured I'm'a take every move that you make in stride I'll be along for that entire ride
Wed, 19 Apr 2017 22:54:45 -0800Kind of a dirtier, dronier, shoutier version of this demo I did a while back. I ended up bookending them on the album I did last year, called Lemonade. Yeah, I know.
Mon, 17 Apr 2017 21:40:42 -0800"Maybe I could be the one they adore—that could be my reputation." I had The Wallflowers' "Sleepwalker" in my head earlier and decided to learn the chords and record it. Today is day 107 of this year, and thus far I've recorded and sent into the ether 96 songs, give or take some margin of error. The goal has been to record myself singing an average of a song a day this year (previously), so I'm playing a bit of catch-up this week.
"Let me in, let me drown or learn how to swim—just don't leave me at the window. I could be the one to be your next best friend... You may need someone to hold you."I recorded this, per l'usuale, with the Vintage Modified Telecaster Thinline, the Super Champ XD, and GarageBand. I actually remembered to record in stereo this time, and it's a bit more lush as a result.
"Sleepwalker, take this knife—you may see someone tonight. You'd be the one that saves my life when I'm dead asleep dreamin'..."Just about everything in this song means something to me going way back, so there you go.
"I'm in your movie and everyone looks sad... But I can hear you, your voice, on the laugh track. But you never saw my best scene, the one where I sleep—sleepwalk into your dreams."As of this year, I've been playing guitar for 20 years, and I'm more at ease than ever—and I care less than ever about it being perfect. This is my version of that experiment where half of a pottery class threw the largest volume of pots possible over the course of the semester and half focused on creating one single perfect pot. (The half of the class that threw the largest volume arguably won, if one can be said to win an experiment, as the overall quality of their artwork was much better by the end of the semester, if I recall correctly.)
"Cupid, don't draw back your bow—Sam Cooke didn't know what I know."Or I guess you could call this an elaborate form of karaoke. 'Cept I actually played. Enjoy!
Sun, 16 Apr 2017 20:51:44 -0800"Something inside me's changed—I was so much younger yesterday." I learned and recorded this cover of Hailee Steinfeld's "Starving" in a half hour one afternoon last month. Today is day 106 of this year, and thus far I've recorded and sent into the void 94 covers of songs, though most didn't make their way here. I was a little bit ahead of my goal back in March, but then I kinda lost my muse, if you will, and now I'm a little bit behind where I wanted to be. The goal has been to record myself singing an average of a song a day this year (previously and previously, per the Do the Thing That Scares You challenge). I recorded this, per l'usuale, with the ol' Vintage Modified Telecaster Thinline, the Super Champ XD, and GarageBand. A friend had shared Steinfeld's acoustic version of this song, and in a half hour I'd worked out the correct four chords and recorded this fast and loose version. Some tabs out there for this have more than four chords; I found that just the four seem to do the trick. The repetitiveness of it just makes me laugh. But singing it made me glow. This song is hot. Trivia: I think this is basically the same chord progression as the beginning of Hanson's "Man From Milwaukee"—or at least that's what it brought to mind for me. "You know just how to make my heart beat faster. Emotional earthquake—bring on disaster." The beginning of April was indeed a bit of a disaster for me emotionally, but that's all the more reason to keep doing this. Thanks for listening to my continued nonsense, guys.
Sun, 16 Apr 2017 19:22:08 -0800Another night and I can pick up where I left off today Another drink and I will sleep right, and the dreams will stay away I thought about what I should do now but I'd rather stay in and keep out from the cold ...you know I'd rather be alone murmurs...
Sun, 16 Apr 2017 17:23:14 -0800My high school band, Avatar. We wrote this in 1979 when we were 17, recorded at a one-off reunion in 1986. Before I became immersed in Punk/New Wave in the ealy 80's, I was a putative progger. Ron had actually written the lyrics, melody & verse/chorus when we met. That day, I added the bridge & the turnaround back into the verse & arranged it a bit -- we were an instant fit. Kids being kids, we accidentally moved to Florida, moved back to Austin 10 months later, then broke up for reasons still poorly understood, in 1982, leaving behind little if any record of those 3 years. I always thought that this coulda been a radio song. Ron was in town for a few days in '86, so I booked a day at Congress House, & we tossed a couple songs down on 16 track that we could remember. The music is live, & the vocals are 1 take with one mic. Scott Rankin the drummer sings lead. Mark Hallman basically said "you guys can sing. Just get in a circle around here & let's do this." I always loved the way he inspired confidence in artists at his studio. This is the same Ron on guitar that is now the Ron on keyboards in Carbon 7. He's a goddam genius.
Sun, 09 Apr 2017 21:49:59 -0800Old recording on a four track with shitty mics. Attempt at being experimental many years ago. Surah was from a very old recording. Created after many early mornings in Ahmedabad.
Sun, 09 Apr 2017 15:33:17 -0800last song in my rpm album, 10 pounds of blues in a 5 pound bag didn't get the ring, didn't get the red red rose well, i asked how this thing worked and nobody knows didn't get the soulmate, couldn't keep the ring i'm just going to plead guilty cause i don't know anything this song it goes in circles and believe me so do i well, why don't i stop digging? it's just something i gotta try i tried to sell out but no one wanted to buy well, i got no wings, so i got no reason to fly didn't get the ring and i don't really care i've seen the people who've gotten it and all i can do is stare
Sat, 08 Apr 2017 15:24:41 -0800Games with arpeggiators. Would probably make a good background bit for a podcast about mysterious goings on in an abandoned synthesizer factory.
Sat, 08 Apr 2017 14:42:44 -0800this is no 7 of my rpm album - what happened to no 6? - i don't know how to count beyond 4 oh lord i wish i was a firefly i'd burn this world with cold fire before i die fair warning, the ocean's full of skulls the sky is full of razors and every long death dulls oh lord i ain't nothing not even dust who's the fool that said fireflys never rust
Fri, 07 Apr 2017 20:34:57 -0800written in january while staring at the banks of the mighty lake ontario
Thu, 06 Apr 2017 19:26:38 -0800instrumental guitar rock. A bit of messy improv guitar on the quiet parts...
Wed, 05 Apr 2017 17:06:04 -0800An old recording from the cassette 4 track days, newly rediscovered. Pretty poor recording which I have tried to clean up as much as possible here. Inspired by that smile on the face of your first love, before everything went to- Hi! As always, many thanks for giving it a listen.
Wed, 05 Apr 2017 14:26:44 -08006th song of my rpm album - kind of creepy ... used to see you in the summer, when the season was winding down used to see you in the summer, when the season was winding down always wondered where you went to when you left this town it's a hard winter in grand haven especially when you're poor it's a hard winter in grand haven especially when you're poor the wind blows right off the lake and blows right through your door i set fire to your cottage, but i took out the beer i set fire to your cottage, but i took out the beer and i've got a couple rifles for when the cops get here
Wed, 05 Apr 2017 08:50:09 -0800This is meant to evoke being chased at night in a 1970s city. It alternates between piano and synths and each section is slightly different trying to evoke the joy of getting away, the fear of being sighted and the terror of being caught.
Mon, 03 Apr 2017 22:42:12 -0800All rock instrumental...no vocals... No sure where I was going with this. I think it needs vocals and I'd love to collaborate with a vocalist...
Sun, 02 Apr 2017 07:24:40 -0800another SSTO bus shelter cover. sort of an unholy hybrid between the classical version and the Marphys'-rendition. not happy with the failed push-register on that one chorus, but mostly happy with the rest of it. or, just glad I didn't break down in tears on the last verse.
Fri, 31 Mar 2017 17:39:57 -08005th song - this is a strange ancestor of the well known gallows pole or gallus pole song that has lots of variants - i ran across this one in various versions and this is how it turned out unless someone can make you whole you will lose your trembling soul unless someone can make you whole you will lose your trembling soul you gave up your golden ball and from this life you must fall unless someone can make you whole you will lose your trembling soul unless someone can make you whole you will lose your trembling soul your mother has no golden ball and says she's come to see you fall unless someone can make you whole you will lose your trembling soul unless someone can make you whole you will lose your trembling soul your father has no golden ball and says he's come to see you fall your boyfriend has the ball in hand and says he'll take you from this land your boyfriend has the ball in hand and says he'll take you from this land i threw the ball up in the sky and now, fair child, you must die not a happy ending - but a lot of the variants do not end well ...
Fri, 31 Mar 2017 07:29:05 -0800'schlaflied' cover, not entirely displeased. this is a SSTO bus-shelter rendition of Die Ärzte / Farin Urlaub's "lullaby." this used to put my niece immediately to sleep when she was 3, similarly my nephew when he was around the same age. but once they got older and started to understand/enjoy some of the words, yeah, not so much, they now enjoy the theme too much to ever fall asleep. some odd breaks and false-starts in this, but mostly happy with it. there may be a better version sometime soon.
Fri, 31 Mar 2017 06:12:41 -0800This is a really rough early home studio demo of a song in development for my new recording project, The Wishing Well Divers' "Tragicomic Americana." Ironically, just as I've been working on this song, which thematically concerns stigmitization and marginalization, and well, being face down on the floor, I had a health scare last night that left me literally face down on the bathroom floor for a half hour. I've got no job, health insurance, family support, or cash cushion right now, so this song has taken on new personal meanings for me just since I started recording it a couple of days ago, with new worries about health problems and their potential to make it harder to find work and insurance. LYRICS You blamed me for the rain Like I make it fall You gave me no umbrella Then drove me off Into the fierce storm That surrounds us all Now you're never gonna See me again No, you're never gonna See me again You shook me to my knees Pushed me to the ground You shoved it in my face Until I choked it down But I'm lying face down On the Killing Floor now So you're never gonna See me again No you're never gonna See me again
Thu, 30 Mar 2017 16:19:00 -0800another song in my rpm album purple moon moving through a dead raven sky world got warm, world got warm and dry sparrows lost and now i'm feeling lost too if life's a lie, does that mean death is true? seems like we got the screwed up planet blues a few fools win and the rest of us all lose
Thu, 30 Mar 2017 15:05:33 -0800This was running through my head in the shower this morning. Instead of forgetting it like I usually do, I actually sat down and wrote it.
Thu, 30 Mar 2017 06:46:59 -0800circa 2010, original writing. this will make zero sense to anyone since we wrote it about our ex-landlord/friend. 7ft.-Crackhead on gittaar, both of us on vocals, me on horrible-percussion-assortment.
Mon, 27 Mar 2017 07:58:35 -0800An upbeat ditty about falling in love, blah blah blah. Cobbled together during my currently-on-hiatus 52 weeks project. Inspired by Holiday-era Magnetic Fields. Lyrics: When I'm around you, nothing's as hard as it should be. You grant me powers. I'm standing on top of the world. I'm glad I found you; no one's ever been this good to me. The universe is ours, as long as you are my girl. You're so dangerous in your sweet and funny way. You've got me thinking everything's gonna be OK. You're so dangerous! I'm on a bender and you're the drug that I'm taking. You get me high and I don't want to come down. I'm a repeat offender and your love's got me shaking. (Ooh!) I touch the sky whenever you're around. You're so dangerous (like a trampoline on fire.) A perfect mix of all the things that I desire. You're so dangerous! You're so dangerous, na-na-na.
Sun, 26 Mar 2017 15:10:02 -0800song 3 of my rpm album, 10 pounds of blues in a 5 pound bag all i know is my baby's not coming home left her by the station - she said she had to roam she was talking in her sleep but she wasn't talking to me i think she's scared of something but she won't just let it be got up in the morning don't know what kind of life i have but then i just don't know what kind of life i had