New recording. Older song. [more inside]
Nostalgia x 2. Recorded in the mid-'90's as nostalgia for the '80's. [more inside]
Yes, that one. [more inside]
is turning 8 today and I can't believe it. [more inside]
At our local supermarket there's a really happy guy that wrangles the shopping carts. He's really, really tall and kind of looks like Lurch. He is always smiling and so into his work that I always wonder what's going on in his head. He's my superhero. [more inside]
This is about the dumbest piece of dumbness ever. I was goofing around on my 7 and 9 year old daughters' keyboard and noticed the "Clav" setting. Ha! I discovered that if I put it through the Crybaby Wah pedal and then through the tube amp that it actually DIDN'T SOUND AT ALL like Songs in the Key of Life-era Stevie Wonder. Instead it sounded like me acting stupid and then I sang some high-assed background vocals like a fucking idiot and did my whitest ever white-guy impersonation at the beginning. But it makes me laugh and it's my kids' favourite, go figure.
We are moving in 2 weeks and a while ago we "fluffed" our house to make it look pretty so we could sell it and that entailed removing any trace of human habitation. As a result, all our stuff has been packed away for weeks and I've been going insane in our neatly arranged, showy house in which no one could possibly live a normal life.
A jokey, sloppy kind of thing recorded in 2005 for a web project that never got off the ground. As in many of my songs, I seem to be suffering from some type of sinus issue here. Perhaps the flipside of buriednexttoyou's awesome Arboretum from last year, this song tries to be positive about the milestones, the things you can do once nineteen, in Ontario, Canada. Yes, I know the Paul Hardcastle tune. why am I posting this?
Recorded quick, titled in a hurry. Kind of sappy with an out-of-tune piano.
Sort of a flipside to Sleepover. Same childhood.
A demo from about six years ago. In Canada, the norm is that we don't tend toward the big rah-rah kind of Patriotism that our neighbours to the south are prone to. Ours is a polite, reserved, (Canadian), skeptical patriotism. There's an F-word in this one, if that sort of thing worries you.
A slice of 13.
I had this vague melody a year or so ago, and at the time it was starting to become a song about riding my bike at night, drunk. I stuck it on the backburner until after I saw that Johnny Cash bio-pic, where they sing that June Carter duet "Time's a Wastin'" together, (which they never did in real life.) So then I got this idea to write a nice country duet like that, but instead of it being all happy and fresh-new-relationship-let's-consummate-it kinda thing, I wanted it to be about people that hated each other intensely. People that were sick and tired of seeing each other everyday for years and years. Then, for an added twist, I forced my lovely wife to sing the harmony part. We actually do like each other, though.
A second pretty much complete song for the RPM Challenge. Fancy ears will be able to pick out my attempt at learning to play the Cuatro that was hand-delivered to my front door from the awesome and amazing Micayetoca in Venezuela.
A song I did for that RPM thing, the first kinda finished one. 9 more to go.
CollaborationFilter: I had this song I could never considered finished because it sounded dreadful in my voice. Then I discovered Metafilter Music and here I discovered chococat. Like pretty much everyone else who heard his music, I was blown away. And so I asked him if he would help me out with the song. Cool guy he is, he did. And this is the result.
I think this'll be my last music post for a while, until I get my shit together, as it were. Thought I'd round it off at a nice even 10. And, I thought it fitting to post this super-old song, ('98 or '99), which was my first attempt at "multitrack hard disk recording," with one Sure SM58 mic, some crappy Mac software on an old biege G3, handclaps and a LittleTikes™ toy piano. I used what I had. Way back when, I posted it on sites like the old mp3.com and it got some nice feedback which felt awesome and immediate and kind of weird and new. After a while I got sort of jaded with all the online music site stuff because it was clearly becoming the "So You Think You Can Dance" of the Internet, at the time. Posting stuff recently to music.metafilter has rekindled a lot of that fun, immediate kind of vibe for me, so I thought this was a good way to complete the circle. At the time I called this "a happy song about sad people," which I guess it is. It was written after leaving a shitty job. It sounds kind of corny and twee now, and the recording quality is pretty shite, but it was sincere at the time. Cheers everyone. In preview this seems like way too much information. Oh well.
Another discarded demo that would otherwise never have seen the light of day. It's too long, the drum machine is just a placeholder, the guitars are sloppy (DEMO!) and the lyrics are sort of goofy. Those aren't excuses, they are reasons. It was kind of thrown onto the scrapheap. But why would I post it? Because I'm addicted to this now. This one's about a nervous breakdown.
the 'story of my life,' reduced into 2 verses. the tabla is a loop. i don't know anyone in my neighbourhood who plays tabla. wish i did.
Some stuff that happened. A mild case of OCD. A neighbourhood mom played the violin.
Written last year for the sole purpose of having an easy, super-poppy song to learn to play the crappy used drum kit I had just bought in Kensington Market. This song wanted to go in a Beatle-y direction, but sadly I think it came out sounding more like The Oneders. It is what it is.
I stayed up way too late recording this song the night before my daughter's fifth birthday party last year. When all her friends came over for the party, we had them all sing the chorus part and then each of them got to sing the lead part solo. Then we feverishly burned a bunch of discs and each kid got a CD of their performance in their loot bag. Neighbourhood moms are still coming up to me and singing this, which I'm intitially flattered about but then notice the look on their faces which says that they've heard it over and over and over and over...
In Toronto, around February/March, being at home with kids 24/7 can make an embittered ex-film student feel sorry for himself.
I was a boom operator for a while. Working in "the industry" killed, burned and shit on any happy pipe dreams I had of actually being creative and making my own films. Funny how that happens. Kind of sad 'n' whiny.
As you stood there with your helmet off, I remembered getting hit with frozen tennis balls (because they always forced me to play goal.) kind of a song about being scared...of a violent helmetted guy. really a demo, but when i tried to do it 'for real' it sucked. so i like this one despite the faults.
Someone is reliable but grouchy. Something very bad might have happened. I got my neighbour to play the accordian.