Super 8's "King of the World" is one of my favorite long-lost '90s songs. [more inside]
Pretty excited about this one. This was a weird kinda experimental duet I wrote a long time ago and I'm finally starting to mess around with it for reals. It features my lovely and talented friend Pat. As per usual, I could always use some advice. Tricky stuff starts around 1:07. [more inside]
For the request raffle, a cover of The Rolling Stones' Paint it Black in the surf rock guitar style of Dick Dale. [more inside]
This song was inspired by our singer's video chats with her long distance beau. It is on the new Red On Strike album Her Own Little World, now available for download on Bandcamp. [more inside]
upbeat indie pop song for when the days begin to blend together. Submitted for the MMM Challenge, as I've had a demo of this forever without ever really finishing the song. It needs a better title. [more inside]
A little riff-based instrumental rock track that I've had kicking around. [more inside]
My best effort to turn a Neil Young song I've always disliked into a big blustery rock thing. [more inside]
Sometimes Christmas cheer comes in bottles and baggies.
A quick surf-punk blast thru the Ukrainian folk song which was neutered into Carol of the Bells. For the challenge, obviously! [more inside]
I wasn't at all happy with the first version of this challenge track that I posted. So I redid it, and now it makes me feel all sunshiney inside. [more inside]
I am re-posting this at the suggestion of another user, this time with lyrics included. This and others are available here. Looking at Wiches Some say they're having a pretty good time And they're working on quitting this town. Everything's working out fine for me. You should see the way I get around. Like a dry drunk Down at the mall. Looking at watches, He feels something crawl Out of a memory He has of a girl. Looking at witches, Down at the mall. And ain't we got friends that are long ago gone and that's all that we want them to be? Nothing but nothing And nothing alone Could make them mean nothing to me. Sometimes in winter you get to go home. You get to dress darkly. You hang up the phone. You walk home from Pittsburgh With one thing in mind. Sometimes in winter, you leave things behind. And we miss when you sing Those old country songs. We get them for free around here, but we don't keep them long. Because we can't keep them long.
VU & Nico challenge - I'm Waiting for the
Man Caterpillar [more inside]
I basically put the words to Hallelujah to an acoustic chill rock guitar thing. and this happened. [more inside]
Although the song says the distinction is irrelevant, this is definitely the BROKEN hallelujah. [more inside]
June Challenge entry. With sincere apologies to Mr Cohen and fans of the song. [more inside]
A song about a common situation - you know, when you go out on a date and your girl gets kidnapped by a giant robot bug. [more inside]
I bought an old box of Fruit Brute on eBay last week and it had one of those paper records attached to it. The song was so rad, I had to digitize it to share with MeFi. [more inside]
We know that rock about rock rarely rocks. And we know that rock about rock about rock rocks. But how about covers of rock about rock about rock? [more inside]
Somehow I got it in my head that the challenge theme was "too many notes" instead of "lots of notes". So I wrote and recorded this song and felt like an idiot when I came here to upload it. Enjoy. [more inside]
Just in time for the "bridge" music challenge, the Micah Berry Band finished the five-song Traveling Soul EP featuring this track (where this bridge figures prominently). That's Micah Berry on guitars and vocals, Matt Hulcher on bass, Scott Williams on drums and me on piano. Micah's Myspace is over here.
When Uncle J and I heard the new challenge theme was "snake", we both immediately thought of an old goof song of ours from years ago. We decided it deserved to be rerecorded...
A song about tubing, written (and sung) by a good friend of mine. It's not new, but this gave me an excuse to dig up an old record that rarely gets heard. Enjoy!
Another Geese song. I wrote this for my wife, who was meeting her father for the first time at age 36. Hope you like it!