A pragmatic carol for hungover sinners. Oh come let us eat breakast.
Influenced in all honesty by freya_lamb and wilco. And coffee shops. And random bars on 'punk' night with the acoustic Brittney spears covers that no one pays attention to. And the noise. Oh ~ it's half some jens lekman. Also dedicated to tired, exhausted folks with good things going for them.
A rough structural demo of one of the songs I've written this month. Catchy, upbeat reflection on the simpler, softer times of my highschool musical upbringing. Imagine this with a dozen people clapping and singing along. And maybe an awesome guitar solo. I've still got three weeks, after all.
Working draft of an ode to those green-aproned mistresses of the coffee shop.