Just a little song from my weird little indie folk heart. Actually reworking something old and the first thing I've recorded in a while, since I was pretty tired from the whole process of putting out my first EP in January. Also...stuff?...has been happening to my voice because I am trans and recently started testosterone therapy, I really notice the change in how my voice feels and I certainly hope others can hear it too!
Played as prelude to a church service. Recorded on a Tascam DR-05. [more inside]
A Phil Collins cover! [more inside]
My submission for the "A change would do you good" challenge. Cover/translation of La Maman des Poissons by Boby Lapointe. [more inside]
Short, rocking song I wrote about an idiot who's in over his head. It's built around a guitar part that was stuck in my head and a surf drum beat. [more inside]
Covering a favourite song with my friends in Calgary. We have a new pop band together called Husky Tower. I'm on guitar. We recorded this live off the floor during a rehearsal, so apologies for the mistakes and whatnot. [more inside]
A poppy, uptempo song about how modern technology abets the struggle with an overwhelming desire not to miss out on being constantly aware of how awful everything is. [more inside]
Midtempo bleeps and squarewave ditty
Post-rock instrumental, guitars, programmed drums, keys and arpeggiator.
this is basically an excuse for a 7 minute guitar solo [more inside]
who let the dogs out? - more ambient stuff
single take of me singing into 3 delay pedals
don't ask me where gandymede is - it was a dream - not a nice one either it's not that other place you're thinking of [more inside]
nothing like elvis, i guess [more inside]
it's like raggedy ann only gother [more inside]
just an expression of a certain side of me ... [more inside]
This is a sad, grim, angry dirge that I wrote out of frustration at my complicity in systemic injustice. 100% Ableton Live software instruments, aside from the percussion in the final chorus, which is a Nord Drum 3P, which is AMAZING btw. [more inside]
Based on a true story. Written and performed by Tim Long. [more inside]
not my autobiography, but it's still symbolic [more inside]
blame doesn't work that often [more inside]
new rpm album - stone the moon [more inside]
Me and my Swedish guitar player friend Gus are working on a jazz guitar/bass duo project. In this rehearsal recording we play one of the easiest jazz songs ever written and still somehow manage to fuck it up (NFSW, some swear words at the beginning). Also, the furnace is running for pretty much the whole take. Sorry about that.
Imagine an anthemic indie punk song written by Ric Ocasic
A simple pop song for synth, drum machine and vocoder. Featuring another cheeky sequence from the Prophet-6! [more inside]
Loud, obnoxious, a bit chiptune-y. A fun palate cleanser in preparation for the upcoming challenge.
A bit of a departure. This is a bit of living noodling with a drum machine and a couple of tracks laid down with an OP-1. There's no real tune here, just an atmosphere. Something that's probably impossible to recreate, so enjoy.
We have a Prophet-6 at work right now and I just found out that the sequencer is polyphonic. Programmed a chordy little loop and messed around with it a bit while grabbing it on my H2. Hope you enjoy the pure, unaccompanied sound of this gorgeous synthesizer!
Song about the creeping realization of depression while in a beautiful place. Features guitar, horns, electric guitar, percussion. [more inside]
Slowly mutating melody with some clicks, bass, and wobbly lead.
A more completed version of the song I posted a couple of weeks ago
A noisy version of the piece where every instrument is played through at least two overdrive pedals. [more inside]
vocodin' [more inside]
Instrumental piece I recorded for the Short, "These Few Hours".
A work in progress, think drop nineteens mixed with modern indie pop
Song written with my old band, Big Ghost, about unseasonable New England weather. Bit of an oldy but goody, I threw together this recording to send to my old bandmates on the east coast as I live in sin in California. Hope you enjoy. If you can, please help me with toning down the harshness while keeping the excited sound. [more inside]
Ramon Fernandez, tell me, if you know, Why, when the singing ended and we turned Toward the town, tell why the glassy lights, The lights in the fishing boats at anchor there, As night descended, tilting in the air, Mastered the night and portioned out the sea, Fixing emblazoned zones and fiery poles, Arranging, deepening, enchanting night. Oh! Blessed rage for order, pale Ramon, The maker’s rage to order words of the sea, Words of the fragrant portals, dimly-starred, And of ourselves and of our origins, In ghostlier demarcations, keener sounds. - Wallace Stevens