A song about struggling with mental health, written and recorded in my bedroom this weekend. Some explicit lyrics.
Just wrote this today, very much informed by our current situation. Lyrics in the bridge borrowed/stolen wholesale from Joy Division's "Transmission." Recorded on my bathroom floor into my Tascam DR100's built-in mics. Who will he answer to?
Restless and pissed off over the covid-19 situation, and powerless to do much about it, I set up a mic (and a camera) on my porch after I put my kid to bed and recorded this song I wrote about civil disobedience. You got the stones for crime. It's about time.
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]
Only took me fifteen years to finish this song. Story inside. [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]
This is a recording from Ground Zero in Troy, NY. I played a solo show for about 50ish people and a stuffed pony.