I'm sorry that I've met you, but it's really not my fault.
Album's finished, yo. What better reason to give you another outtake? B-movies is available from CD Baby (North America) and the B-movies web shop (elsewhere); or get cheap, legal MP3s from Amie Street.
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.
The new album is more or less finished, so I thought I'd offer you guys another sneak peek. A shoot-from-the-hip rock song - Let's drink to the things that died too soon.
No, really, do.
A portrait of my old neighbourhood in The Hague, where I lived until it was up for demolition and subsequent gentrification.
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.
On the trappings of being a songwriter, and the fleeting nature of things. Ripping pages from the poets you admire.
It's not an awful life / with not an awful lot to do / but I think an awful lot / of you.
We're just blowing our own horns. We're just growing our own horns.