A short song with some talking. Two tracks of ukulele, a drum loop, one canned organ blast, distortion. It's 8 degrees outside and the song reflects that. Recorded by The Grandma Sylvias, January 2010.
This is the song that the set of subsets of the natural numbers would write if it had a difficult adolescence and listened to a lot of early R.E.M. [more inside]
A new song about my bad tendency to just pack up and leave without warning. [more inside]
Another new song, recording in the lowest-fidelity I can manage. This time a country blues song about scary things. [more inside]
Another in my "Old Songs" series, where I record lo-fi versions of songs I wrote quite a while ago. This one came from sometime about 1996, and, as far as I can tell, it was composed in a fit of Brechtian depression after listening to an evening of Yiddish art songs. [more inside]