Challenge: Do what scares you? I'm scared of death and the concept of eternity. While I'm NOT about to DO that, I could write a song distilling my fears about said subject matter, yes? Yes. OK, it's a deal, then.
There's a saying that aging is like sailing into an asteroid field, where the asteroids get thicker and thicker until one hits you. This is a song about that. One take everything. Video.
I wrote a weird song about dying alone and getting eaten by my cats.
So this months challenge theme was uncool... so i remixed / grungified a song that was played by Funerary Violinists... [more inside]
Another improv track riffing off of the previous Bearded Dragon. This was the last time the Slimelords/the Next ever played together. We broke up shortly after some pictures of us were taken together that same night.
In the very first hour of the brand new year of 2010, I was on a stage in Tokyo, part of Mike Watt's yearly "We Jam Econo" event, singing about death. Video of this same performance can be seen at YouTube or Vimeo. [more inside]
A version of a traditional shanty song, recorded mono with a guitar. [more inside]
By the Maggie Thatcher Experience. I'm re-submitting as I got a message saying it was pulled last time because it looked like an advert (lots of html links) - No links this time. Hope it's now ok. I am a newbie. please be gentle with me. Yours, The Maggie Thatcher Experience [more inside]
"An autobiography is an obituary in serial form with the last installment missing." Quentin Crisp [more inside]
A song about getting old. [more inside]
Part of my Old Songs series, a circuslike melody from 2004 telling of little criminals. [more inside]
I've decided to make lo-fi recordings of old songs I wrote in my 20s and early 30s. Many of these songs are between 15 and 20 years old and have not been preformed since they were written. [more inside]
Sailor Martin, my pierced and tattooed ventriloquist dummy, attempts, and fails at, recording a song for children about pretty birds and fuzzy rabbits. [more inside]
A "drifty" and atmospheric song about life and death and love, complete with harp. [more inside]
A song about dying [more inside]
Out of sheer curiousity I set a sound activated recorder on the flank of a road-killed deer on the Monida pass - directly in between Idaho and Montana on I-15. I was fully engaged in my summer work of road construction, the year was 1999. I saw a murder of crows assembled, making plans to have this poor deceased deer for dinner. I was curious to hear if crows spoke differently between themselves from the regular crowspeak between us and them. Though this may not be 'music', I found it to be one of the most surreal and interesting things I'd put to tape. The sounds of slow-motion bullets you hear are heavy trucks passing. The crows speak for themselves.
Here's my version of this most haunting of American folk songs. It's very stripped-down: just voice, drone, a bass drum and a shekere. In the time-honored folk tradition, I've made a few minor lyrics changes here and there, and the melody I'm using is different from the Dock Boggs or Stanley Brothers versions of the tune. Anyway, it's one of my very favorite traditional songs. Hope you enjoy.
Somewhere I read about how you can effectively kill populations of people by just doing your job in a big corporation, and not questioning the decisions above and below you. It was termed the "slow cowardly death" of the people affected. After reading MeFi for what feels like years, I finally became a member, so I thought I'd share something. I recorded this last year to test out my home studio, and have something to play at funerals.
Written and performed at my request by Andrew over at Songs to Wear Pants to dot com.
It is told that Buddha, going out to look on life, was greatly daunted by death. "They all eat one another!" he cried, and called it evil. This process I examined, changed the verb, said, "They all feed one another," and called it good.