There were originally 23 metaphors but it was 8 too many. [more inside]
The same song I posted a couple of weeks ago, but this time with live everything, including Hammond, drums, and Rhodes. No sims or samples involved... all recorded in the (very reverberant) Quonset hut. Mostly done as an exercise, turned out to be interesting I think. [more inside]
I wrote the music for this last summer, and I eventually intend to re-record it with lyrics once I finish them but for now I'm putting it up here as an instrumental and looking for feedback from the MeFi community.
I've always wanted to write a blue-eyed Northern Soul stomper. And it appears now I have, kinda. Grab some Lucozade and a towel and we'll have a MeFi meetup down at the Wigan Casino. [more inside]
Chococat asked about a stripped version of this song I posted a few days ago. I tried and failed. [more inside]
One night when I was about twenty I dreamed about looking into a mirror and seeing my father's face staring back. It freaked me out, deeply, because I had made a conscious effort not to be like him. So this is a song about that. [more inside]
I remixed this song I posted a few days ago taking into account some of the feedback and I like it a whole lot better now! [more inside]
OK, this is a shitty mix, I freely admit, but I need to draw a line under it for the moment. Features an underwhelming banjo solo -- in fact the only thing I can play on the banjo as yet -- and a bunch of notes I really can't hit, but I still like it for the way it kicks off at about 1'45, and in particular the lift at 2'20. It's a hell of a lot of fun to play live too. [more inside]
Back on the horse! Here's a song I wrote and recorded tonight. The idea was a laid-back, french café sort of sounding tune. It's about interstellar exploration. [more inside]
One-take before-pants demo of a cynical little song that's been buzzing round in my head recently. Video here. [more inside]
A bit of mellow but bight piano-based pop in 6/8, ostensibly about getting out of your head and into your life. [more inside]
For some reason I entered the New Year feeling despondent, so I wrote this to cheer myself up. So I suppose it's a resolution. [more inside]
Are we there yet? [more inside]
On February 11th, 1963, the poet Sylvia Plath committed suicide. This is the song the elderly painter, Mr Thomas, who lived in the flat below hers, did not write about the event. An odd little ballad in 7/8. [more inside]
Entry for this week's Songfight. Set the time signature to 15/8 and janglepop to maximum! [more inside]
Epic 60s janglepop meets Northern Soul, final version of the tune I've been evolving here and on The Music Incubator. All based on a little piano riff, and therefore my August challenge entry too. [more inside]
Shorter, sweeter mix of this responding to some of the suggestions on the last one. Lost the first intro, cleaned up the drums, changed the harmonies slightly, brought up the melody guitars, and dropped in a blazing little guitar solo, even if I do say so myself! It's under three minutes now -- give it a listen! Now just have to figure out the B-side...
Balls out late 70s powerpop version of the song I posted an acoustic demo of yesterday. [more inside]
I pushed the vocal track a couple of dB on this track I posted yesterday as several people suggested. See what you think. [more inside]
So Aimee Mann and Bruce Springsteen are in a bar discussing the greatness that is Living on a Prayer, but what they haven't noticed is that Toto are at the next table, and Sonic Youth just walked in the back... [more inside]
Feisty powerpop version of the a capella song I posted for the challenge. Man, this was another freakin' difficult song to mix, not least because it was the first one I did on my Yamaha HS50m monitors which Chococat recommended.You know when you go to the bathroom in the middle of the night in a hotel and accidentally turn on the overhead fluorescents and catch yourself stark naked in the most unflattering, pore-revealing detail and sort of gasp in horror? These speakers are like that. You fight them every inch of the way, not trying to get the song sounding good, but just to stop it sound so goddamn bad. [more inside]
The only good thing about having a sore throat is that for a brief window of time I can hit some low notes. I was too sick today to concentrate on any real work but this was lying around half-finished so I took it another quarter of the way. Despite the title, this is not a murder ballad but a song about the day I realized Ms. unSane might (eventually) become Mrs unSane. Features a totally fake Hawaiian guitar, one of the rare moments where my surf playing has spilled over into one of my songs. [more inside]
Just sneaking this one under the wire for the Hallowe'en challenge. A thrown-together palate cleanser from the recent power pop -- a piece of Eastern European-flavored surf about the scariest thing I can think of. I actually gave myself the shivers when I was putting together the ending so it's probably worth sticking around for that. [more inside]
Today's espresso-driven shot of melodrama power-pop. Originally written around 1995, I think I finally nailed how it was supposed to sound. [more inside]
Sometimes songs come easy and sometimes they come hard. Everything about this one was hard. The final, sweated over, version of a song I posted a rough demo of a few weeks ago. Hopefully the results are worth it! [more inside]
At long last, the remix of Y&SF with new vocals and Major Dundee's guitar work incorporated. [more inside]
A bit of 80s style guitar-rock goodness. I wanted to wait with sharing this until the mix had actually been completed, but the sound guy is taking his sweet time, so here it is. [more inside]
A rough mix of a song in progress. Constructive criticism sought! [more inside]
Back to the 4-track cassette box. This was a breakthrough song for me. [more inside]
The Byrds meet Gary Glitter at a party hosted by Teenage Fanclub. [more inside]
Only took me fifteen years to finish this song. Story inside. [more inside]
Someone suggested I re-record this with a heavier treatment. So I threw the kitchen sink at it. Guitars, guitars, more guitars, a cello section, some HEAVY guitars, harmonies and a bonus weather forecast. Don't let the quiet beginning fool you. [more inside]
Amped up version of a song I posted a few days ago. Gnarly guitars, Hammond organ, sweet harmonies, in a Television / Big Star / Matthew Sweet frame of mind. [more inside]
Another semi-autobiographical 1995 slice of cheerful melancholia. But a pretty guitar riff and one of my favorite choruses to sing, even if I never really could hit the last note. There's an electric version of this with more of a Big Star / Matthew Sweet feel, but darned if I can find it and anyway I like this one. [more inside]
Me, a 4-track, a guitar, some cigarettes and some booze. Probably the most autobiographical thing I've ever written. That I'll cop too, anyway. And one of my favorites too. [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]
This is a recording from Ground Zero in Troy, NY. I played a solo show for about 50ish people and a stuffed pony.
Part 2 of my extended musical apology to mathowie. I have to earn my return.
Kind of rough. We just mic the room and record while we play. No mixing or anything. I play the bass.
A Van Winkle side project, Kurt Kostokos on guitar and drums, and Dave Appelbaum on keyboards. Definately of an exploratory sonic nature...
Me on keyboards with Van Winkle (bass, drums, electric guitar)