You can feel the beat rising, incrementally, step by step. Melody, chorus, melody, chorus... The air clears. It's that part in the song that builds and builds to it's highest point and then [more inside]
Wrote and recorded this a couple of years ago. This is where I left it, a couple of notches or more away from perfect... but it's got some good things about it, including a really messed up (in a good way) guitar solo. [more inside]
Only three tracks left until we've finally finished the full album of OK Computer. The idea here is pretty simple--since we've made basically every other track super creepy, it was time to make the creepiest track on the album something completely different. Presenting rock and/or roll. [more inside]
the fourth song effort in my album month efforts. an excellent example of my need to stop making dense songs and fill out that thirty minutes.
Everyone needs a theme song to play when they enter a thread. Here's mine. Super ADHD massive drums, cuts, and effects that explodes into hard house. [more inside]
Submission for this month's "record a track before you put on your pants in the morning" challenge. I sat down in my underwear at 7:35am to put together a song about what might have happened if I had sat down without my underwear. [more inside]
An incomplete mix of a song I'm working on about a bear who joined the Polish Army (the subject should sound familiar). [more inside]
Is this Metal? Inspired by this MeFi post about Metal and this MeFi post about Metal as a catalyst for world peace, I set out to write and record this instrumental over the weekend. Rough edges are OK in Metal, right? You should probably turn this up as loud as it will go.
I posted a solo version of this song here before, but this time around my new band the Smoke Benders shakes 'em on down. From our second gig, at the tiny Bar Isshee, Shibuya, Tokyo, January, 20, 2011. Video here.
a little piano piece that I recorded in the lull before going out on a Friday
I had a few hours to myself this morning and wrote this song. [more inside]
When I'm in a prolonged songwriting funk - which I am now - it can sometime take a cover of a favorite tune to snap me out of it. Let's hope this does. [more inside]
This is an angry, broody, dark, but pretty song. I'm proud of it, I think it's one of my best! Includes a pretty sweet xaphoon (!) solo by yours truly, plus background vocals by my wife. [more inside]
A tune about an odd man who used to roam around my neighborhood as a kid. He wore a crown sometimes. Featuring chococat on drums. [more inside]
Greasy rock song about falling asleep in passenger seats. I could use some help with this. Ok, this is my first attempt at recording with real drums. While I'm happy to finally post something featuring my insanely talented little brother, Mike, I'm sorry to say that the drum recording I started out with was awful and I'm not sure I've made it any better. If anyone has some insight as to what can be fixed and how, or some tips on cheap/lo-fi/hopelessly inept home drum recording, I'd love to hear them. [more inside]
No, seriously. Just for fun, I decided to do this cover song to test out some drum stuff. Thought I'd share this while I work on some new songs...
Originally planned as a mix between 70's J.M. Jarre and Steve Reich. Turns out to be more like Giorgio Moroder teaming with Tangerine Dream, on a bad day. [more inside]
Dark sounds for an old barn. [more inside]
we wrote this song at our space a week or so ago. [more inside]
Two chords: Em and G. But don't worry. You're not part of the Zombie Bot Army. Because Frog and Toad are. And they're staying up all night drinking and having snacks at a bar with PB. [more inside]
Finally -- a MeFiMusic Challenge I can do! Or rather have done. I actually posted this song before, but I've since gone back and cleaned up the EQ and gated some of the noise from the vocal. The two chords used are D and E.
The first finished recording for my band's new album. [more inside]
Just another folk-rock song about Jorge Luis Borges. [more inside]
Doo doo doo, doo doo doo, la la la, la la la la. The new hit single from Steve Goldberg and the Arch Enemies. A chamber-pop meditation on time, aging, and death. [more inside]
This started as a weird tune with pseudo-Indian wailing/cat meowing vocals, guitar feedback, and a one-note sitar solo. It still has those elements, but the track ended up being an almost radio-friendly, catchy (?) pop-rock thing. [more inside]
Back in either middle school or high school, in music class, I wrote my very first melody with a classmate named Mathias Knutzen. The assignment was to take a text from one of our books and create a song with it. We chose Robert Frost's poem and came up with this pseudo-jazzy tune. I always liked it, so I kept the "digital chord sheet" around and played it from time to time. More than 15 years later, here now is a brand new recorded version -- complete with brushed drums and falsetto background vocals. [more inside]
Free Jazz. Five trumpets, five drums. [more inside]
A song about how humans fool pests to kill them, from the pest's point of view. Made today in 2 hours. [more inside]
Strings, drums, two chords and lyrics vaguely inspired by the '80s TV show "The Equalizer". Also, big rip-off of Craig Armstrong.
A cheery song off my new album Out of It.
A short, lyrically strange new song partly based on a dream. [more inside]
I was walking around in the garment district at night on valentine's day years ago, and spotted a beautiful woman walking alone across the street. Despite being glamorously dressed up, she looked like she had lost all faith in men. She was carrying a heart-shaped balloon and huge flowers. This song is sort of about that. [more inside]
I unearthed the very first song I wrote in 1986 and flinched at all the clueless chord progressions my 14-year-old self used. But I could sense some potential behind a few of the ideas. So I reworked it extensively and brought out more of the subliminal inspiration that went into: mid-'80s Heart. [more inside]
A characterization of a rich womanizing pimpy kind of guy. [more inside]
This is some kind of punk, and my girls, (wife and her best friend) did the vocals. This is fun! Enjoy!
What if Wolverine decided to become a carpenter? [more inside]
A short poem spoken with keyboard, percussion, and guitar Darkness falls in the middle of the day, We look to the sky and lord we pray, Darkness grows near, And all those who are dear, Floods the lands with tears, Not a moment to soon, For all men are destin for doom, Come cross over, All are welcome
Rehearsals : three tunes that we (a big band) were to play on stage in a small jazz festival in Millau, Aveyron, southern France.
The Great Big Mulp + snsranch + collaboration = Hell Yea!
The new album is more or less finished, so I thought I'd offer you guys another sneak peek. A shoot-from-the-hip rock song - Let's drink to the things that died too soon.
A song I recorded several years ago. I thought I would someday go back and fix the numerous rythmic imperfections and scratchy guitar but have since lost the make file, changed recording software and generally made my peace. Beware of turntable.
Most of my songs are sparse. This one is not! It's got "a lot of sound," and some bite. Does it kick buttocks? You decide.
One of my bands, The Man So Cool, did some recording a couple weeks ago for a demo disc. We're still working on final vocals and proper mixes, but this is a pretty good rough mix of one of the songs. Links to the other three songs can be gotten over yonder.
This song is for an old friend, a guy named Todd. He came up with this revenge scheme, see, and that's what this song is. It kind of collapses at the end. I'd fix it, but I find it sorta cute. Baffling lyrics within.
I just noticed the music section here and decided to toss this up for a little feedback. It's the first cut I did with a new trio, and we're still trying to decide what direction we should take: get crazy composing for the studio, or write simpler stuff that can actually be performed by three people. So far the studio stuff seems to hold up better.
Y'know, I'm the sort that tends to attract those crazy people, the ones on the bus, as the sort to whom their life stories should be told. This song is about some of the things that go on in my brain whilst they are telling me said stories. I mean, every once in a while. Usually they're quite coherent. And, on occasion, I am that crazy person on the bus.
Well, last week I had stepped out for a cigarette and witnessed a snippet of a conversation between a man and his daughter. They were both riding their bicycles down the sidewalk through the plazain which I work, and my guess would place the daughter at about 9 or 10 years old. As they rode past me, I heard the man say to the girl, "I just want to feed the ducks, and you keep pulling me away." And that's pretty much the basis for this song. It gets kinda awesome about halfway through. I mean, I think so, anyway.
A productive nights flailing realized this tightly sloppy thing that says "bramph".