Just what the world needs: another cover of a hit pop song by a white guy with his guitar. [more inside]
An arrangement of the classic song for banjo and a little bit of toy piano. [more inside]
This is a cover (gah, feels like all I can do lately) of "My Roots are Strong and Deep" by the Microphones. Features my friend Taylor Bridges on heavily distorted banjo, and recorded in this wonderful, cement stairwell back at the school I used to attend. Anyone know of good, secluded, reverby spots in Portland, OR? The sort where people generally won't walk by, but if they do they won't snicker?
Cover of the Dock Boggs song, on banjo naturally. [more inside]
A largely pointless endeavor, a rendition of Hallelujah with quick fingerpicking and banjos (what's new?).
This is the soundtrack to a movie about Leonard Cohen going on a rafting trip in rural Appalachia. [more inside]
My attempt to exorcise some high school nostalgia. The lyrics are as dumb as they always were, but now there's banjo and mandolin! [more inside]
A revision of my earlier version of this cover, since I had a night to burn at school. Bigger, a bit less background noise, a little more banjo.
The lazy cracker, banjo-infused version of the Jeffersons theme song. [more inside]
Quick 'n' dirty cover of Mississippi John Hurt's old song played on my resonator guitar. Levels are a bit off, volume jumps up and down a little... but here it is anyway. [more inside]
cover of the song by Maurice Williams & the Zodiacs. Fingerstyle guitar, vocals, banjo. Created for the 2008 Songfight! Gift of Music sidefight.
Adaptation (more or less) of an Ogden Nash poem of the same name. Essentially an apology from an aging man who spends his time boring people with the same stories.
A cover of my very favorite Randy Newman song, which is also maybe the saddest song I know.
This is a cover of The Backstreet Boys' Shape of my Heart, done with only banjo and voice. I recorded it for a weekly covers contest that a few friends and I came up with. I'm less than excited about the production, but oh well...
Thanks to two class cancellations due to ice storms in the Capital, I was able to arrange and record this Valentine's day treat. Imagine Huey Lewis, baritone, with a banjo.
Let's call it EMOldtimey. Or, really, let's not. It's not a damned clean rendition, but with this old heartbreaker you don't have to be. My pre-verbal niece was purported to love it, and that's good enough for me.