This is a sort of a memoir of the early romantic life of the Japanese gods Izanagi and Izanami, based on my almost complete ignorance of the subject.
Came to me at work the other day for some reason. It got a little theatrical as I was recording, and somewhere in there I started channeling Danny Elfman. Hope you enjoy. Lyrics inside.
Fellow wants to cross a bridge, but it floats up into the sky. Woman comes along but she turns into smoke. Fellow throws a fistfull of dirt in the air, gets a new idea, goes and does some other stuff. Then there's a happy ending. Written for the "bridge" challenge, but I reckon you knew that already. Guitar by Ken Kawashima, who can also be heard here and here. Lyrics inside.
This is one that I put together thinking about the time I was working down in Jupiter, Florida. I was sitting on the fender system of a bridge fishing, watching the pelicans diving in the water doing some fishing of their own. They were so close to me that I could feel the breeze as they passed by me. Watching them and the sail boats in the inlet inspired me with this instrumental. This song I recorded about a year ago and thought that it might fit into the "bridge" music challenge.
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.
My first one in for the mefimusicchallenge! I won't get a chance to play with this before the end of the month so I'm going to post it as is, I think there's a lot more that can be done with it (aside from generally cleaning it up a bit) but I'd love to hear what you guys think!
Another song on the new keyboard. Basically, the loop is four bridge ('fill') rhythms from the keyboard's analog drum kit, so I figure it's a good enough musical joke to submit it for 'bridge'. Anyway. it's kinda made up as I go (as before, live looping with my baby, and it's louder than my last one and attempts to be less sleepy. Critique welcomed, as always.
watching the river flow, I stumble upon some memories - more vivid than others.