This is the probably most commercial thing I've ever written -- still not sure how I feel about it -- but it was completely accidental. I just had this little 3-3-2 piano riff going and started putting a bassline under it, and the whole thing kind of fell out. I resisted it for months because it seemed so obvious but eventually gave in. Drums are 1-take 3-mics from my drummer but I think they work pretty well. The interesting thing is that the 1-bar piano riff continues through as an ostinato through the whole thing, never changing. I guess it's Coldplay's version of Marvin Gaye's SEXUAL HEALING, or something. A bit of U2 in there too somewhere in the scritch scratch guitar that comes in in the second verse. [more inside]
I wrote this in 2004 after the photo's came out of the prisoners being tortured and photographed like prize big game kills at Abu Ghraib in Iraq, though it might have a double meaning. I enjoyed keeping it really simple, with an old drum machine, my Fender Jazz bass, and synthesizers like my digital Moog and Mellotron and Korg. I like making synthetic moods like mono moog moaning. (say that three times...) [more inside]
What happens when Farfisas, mellotrons, synthesizers, and the muddled sounds of a party get to play in the same room. A 60/40 combination of warm bendy melodies and sharp electronic determinism.
piano, double bass, a rhodes piano and a mellotron wander around a bit. [more inside]
This is a kind of electro-acoustic-surf cover of a song that's been covered to death. The version I know was Bobby Vinton's. [more inside]
I've spent the past couple of months trying to improve my production skillz with my limited resources. This is the first song to come out of it all (probably because it's the simplest) with more on the way hopefully! [more inside]
Rerecorded version of "'Til We're Dead" from my forthcoming EP. [more inside]
My submission to the spy challenge. [more inside]
I wrote and recorded this today - it's basically a stream-of-consciousness account of one of the stranger and more entertaining parties I've attended.
Given that there are many Jeff Buckley tributes already out there, and that I wasn't really that familiar with his work until not too long ago, I thought I would write an homage to someone I didn't really know - and plagiarize some of the existing tributes in the very first line.
It's not an awful life / with not an awful lot to do / but I think an awful lot / of you.