Published: Wed, 22 Feb 2017 21:25:07 -0800
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Wed, 22 Feb 2017 21:25:07 -0800Demo of a punk song about my kid. Threw this together tonight with the same recording setup I've described before. I'm currently recording demos and doing some tracking for an EP I'm working on, and I'm still deciding whether this hangs together enough to go ahead and start actually tracking it or whether to swap it out with another similar song that I wrote years ago and is done as far as the songwriting goes. I think this one has potential to be better. I like the call and response ending. But yeah, it's a punk song about the uncertain feelings of being a dad.
Wed, 22 Feb 2017 11:11:38 -0800just havin a play
Thu, 16 Feb 2017 22:09:07 -0800A little more accessible than my last. Aqua lake zone ascending
Tue, 14 Feb 2017 23:38:27 -0800Voices, echoes, splices
Tue, 14 Feb 2017 09:24:36 -0800Trying to write some retro sounding music. The Warriors, Escape from L.A. / 80's future-action-thriller sounding stuff. Can you dig it?
Tue, 14 Feb 2017 02:39:31 -0800My wife and I are in a noisy surf punk band. We're called Skin Bugs. This is a track from our latest demo. Recorded on a Tascam 244 with guitars and tube amps. Mixed down in garageband. Then stuffed into a tube and sent over the internetz to your earballs.
Mon, 13 Feb 2017 19:33:14 -0800I decided to work up a Bach Bourrée (BWV 996) as a belated "do what scares you" challenge, since I don't usually try to play classical music. Soon after I learned it, I couldn't stop myself from messing with the groove, adding touches of swing and Cuban rhythms. I know I'm not by any means the first to do this (shout out to the Modern Jazz Quartet for doing it right back in the 1960s). That said, it's a really fun exercise.
Mon, 13 Feb 2017 14:24:43 -0800This is a working rough mix of a song I originally posted a rough acoustic guitar demo of here on MeFi music a couple months back... This version gives the tune the full band treatment, and is part of a larger full-length project, "Tragicomic Americana," I'm working on with a new group called The Wishing Well Divers. The lyric is about the constant economic and social pressure in the U.S. to move to pursue economic opportunity, what I call the American Economic Diaspora, although that's probably a bit of a misnomer, since it's happening mainly within national borders. LYRICS: You get so tired of losing people you love Easy come easy go there's another one gone Sometimes it feels like that's all that you know Like the story of your life is getting left behind while others go Your mom and dad were the first ones to blow your whole scene while they went off Searching for their souls Guess they never found what they were Looking for Because they never came back for you Just kept following those tracks on through Going nowhere Some left to chase after fortunes and gold And more than a few died without getting very old Some wanted love, some wanted death, Some wanted hope The only point on which they all agreed Is that there's always somewhere else to be Going nowhere
Fri, 10 Feb 2017 08:13:14 -0800Although I was never the most supplicant Pastor's Kid, I'm still having some itinerant PK feels after missing my parents last service before retiring because I'm currently living in the Holy Land. Here it can be so tempting to ascribe meaning to everything. A bird flying over the wall, A dead dog in the olive grove. He turned water into wine, But He could never be mine. I can see all the sights, Hear the pilgrims cry like babes. I can stand where He stood, Look out on the same views. I can drink from His well, I can sit in my parent's pews. But I can't turn water into wine, can I still be someone's mine?
Tue, 07 Feb 2017 22:03:21 -0800Strident acoustic guitar rhythm and some vocal harmonies. I recorded the first half of the chorus randomly on my phone a few weeks ago, decided it was worth fleshing out. I attempted bass and extra guitar parts, ended up backing off.
Tue, 07 Feb 2017 16:26:16 -0800So this is another song, audio is taken directly from the youtube video here. This is a live performance, did a session in the lighting hire and install company I work for over the weekend. This video forms part of a competition entry for our band. The song is relatively old - been playing it for around a year, and arguably variations on the bass line for the best part of 10. This is me on bass and singing, my brother on guitar, who is also on Metafilter, (he can comment if he wants to) and Magnus playing the silent anchor on synth, drums, audio interface etc etc. Also thanks to Brendan, Emma, Emily, Dav, Christina, Anna for the space, support, set up, lending of kit, lighting desk operation, live video hand shots, strobe control, shooting us (uncomfortable ladders for them, uncomfortable close-ups for us) - we called in a lot of favours! Anyway, Petrichor: With your cheeks after tears, You got pavements after rain, Whether floods or sadness, Can't wait for the change... For a change.... etc With your five fingers closed, A map of Michigan, The great lakes, the glove state, where your knuckles are. With your five fingers spread you've got King's Cross going East, York Way, Pentonville, then the city. For a change, etc And we might as well stay the same... Loud noises.
Mon, 06 Feb 2017 15:44:39 -0800I wrote this instrumental fingerstyle song half a life ago, but I wanted to try out the electric piano and drum set that I bought recently, so I pulled it out of the vault. I played a gig of fingerstyle guitar songs once with my friend Brian on drums, so I decided to use that instrumentation here.
Sun, 05 Feb 2017 18:55:46 -0800I got an urge to do a slower, gospel inspired cover of this song written by Nick Lowe (probably best known for the version popularized by Elvis Costello) and my friend helped me make it happen today in a quick fit of studio fun.
Sat, 04 Feb 2017 21:39:31 -0800Mournful sludge/doom/noise rock. This is the first heavy tune I've composed in quite a few years, and I suppose it's my attempt to rationalize the current state of world affairs through a Neurosis-esque filter.
Sat, 04 Feb 2017 19:34:14 -0800Another living room recording, this time live on a single mic. A lesser-known Roger Miller tune interpolated with Stone's Rag, featuring some important lessons about Corwin Bolt & the Wingnuts' second-favorite barnyard animal.
Sat, 04 Feb 2017 17:32:21 -0800A circular melody evolves
Wed, 01 Feb 2017 07:55:44 -0800A fast and dirty lofi cover of a beautiful song originally by Crooked Fingers that's meant a lot of different things to me at different times in life. Before the album this tune appeared on was officially released, I helped press some short run CDs for the promo demos that Merge records was shopping around, so I got to hear the song before it was publicly available and fell in love. I remember feeling so cool and lucky that I got an early preview of the songs, this one in particular blew me away. At one point much later, seeing this song performed live with my exwife played a key role in saving our marriage when it was briefly on the rocks. In the current social/cultural/political climate in the U.S., it feels like the sentiment has a broader resonance, like the kind of love the song's really about looking for now might be a more universal kind of love and compassion than even romantic love, though the song still holds up as one of the loveliest, most emotionally authentic and accessible defenses of romantic feeling I've heard in a long time, too.
Mon, 30 Jan 2017 22:49:44 -0800Written by Gram Parsons and originally recorded by the Flying Burrito Brothers in 1969. It's one of our favorites and is just as relevant today as ever so here we (Corwin Bolt & the Wingnuts) are. Recorded in my living room as isolated individual takes of the whole song, which ended up being a way easier process than I expected. Mixed in REAPER, mastered with LANDR, produced in resistance. The song itself probably deserves a FPP — I don't know all of the references in the lyrics, but a lot of it has to do with Gram Parsons' relationship with his manager and his at this point outright hatred of the industry side of the music industry. People have told me that the third verse is about Jesus, but I have it on good wikithority that he wrote it about Bobby Kennedy.
Mon, 23 Jan 2017 22:29:06 -0800A song we played when I was in The In Out circa 1994-1996, but I don't know if they ever recorded it after I departed. So I decided to cover it twenty years later. Just clearing more unfinished projects off my plate... I started recording this in March 2016.
Mon, 23 Jan 2017 19:34:59 -0800Piano, guitars and drum Instrumental, some unresolved tension. I see it as a soundtrack to a climactic scene where a secret is unveiled, maybe a dead body. Telecaster + LaunchKey Mini in GarageBand. The crowd noise is from here: https://www.freesound.org/people/YleArkisto/sounds/322056/ In A minor, the people's (minor) scale. 60 BPM.
Sun, 22 Jan 2017 16:25:12 -0800...you do what you can, though! goddamnit! I started recording this in Late December, as 2016 was coming to a close. I picked it back up last night and finished it today. As I finished it, the external drive with all my music on it started acting haywire. This song puts that into perspective, though – things could be much, much worse. ORIGINAL SONG
Sat, 21 Jan 2017 08:17:14 -0800Yesterday I sat down behind the old Roland VR drum kit I passed down to my son at Christmas this year to adjust the hardware and give the set up a test run. I recorded a quick video of myself improvising a little groove, but later in the evening, I couldn't help myself and came back to the recording and used a free multitracking app on my phone to record some ridiculous overdubs. The sound quality is awful, of course, but this was a lot of fun to make and really helped me keep my spirits up yesterday on coronation day. LYRICS If peeling onions makes you cry You'd better stay out of the kitchens Where I dine Peeling off one layer at a time, I see you naked and you pretend Not to mind Oh, everybody knows I've been Down and out for so long I can't sin
Wed, 18 Jan 2017 21:00:07 -0800I made a really janky demo of a dumb pop punk song I wrote years ago and then a friend of mine laid down drums for it I recorded guitar by plugging my garbage heap 15 watt Fender amp directly into my Tascam DR-100 via the amp's headphone jack. With guitar going into the left channel of the Tascam, in the right channel I had this ancient Yamaha keyboard playing its "Disco" beat because I still have not taken the time to learn how to program a drum machine in less that like a million hours. I dumped that over to Audition and then huddled in the backseat of my car with the Tascam, a shotgun mic strapped to the headrest, and my laptop for playback to record vocals (I live in a small house and my wife and kid were both asleep. Luckily, I live in a pretty quiet neighborhood). Two pairs of headphones wrapped around my head. Sent all that mess over to my friend Gus who's the singer in this really great band and he recorded the drums in his band room. Eventually I'm planning on re-recording everything but the drums. I'd really like to get a whole bunch of people in a room to record the gang vocals at the end. But for now, I'm pretty stoked about this silly song I think I recorded on my phone like three years ago.
Tue, 17 Jan 2017 18:34:50 -0800Something fairly new. This is two of us playing live, me on bass and singing, and synth and drum machine from Magnus. This is something from a project we've been working on for a little more than a year. Various people have played with us. This recording is just the two of us, and recorded one take and live. We've since expanded again and included a guitar and keep on writing and playing. More to follow... Lyrics for this: Hard to stop the treble carrying, Over fences sounds insincere, Speaker cone that moved and flickered with high-hats and violins. Hard to stop the light from spilling, Projected image of filaments, Piezo mic moves the prism, Parquet dancefloor we'll forget. Hard to stop the unforgiving, Hard to ever leave this town, Second gear's acceleration, Engine's whine will do for now. Until we've all.... etc etc. Repeat to fade.
Mon, 16 Jan 2017 22:02:49 -0800Uh, yeah, that way, float on the track like a Segway