The Great Big Mulp + snsranch + collaboration = Hell Yea!
The new album is more or less finished, so I thought I'd offer you guys another sneak peek. A shoot-from-the-hip rock song - Let's drink to the things that died too soon.
Most of my songs are sparse. This one is not! It's got "a lot of sound," and some bite. Does it kick buttocks? You decide.
One of my bands, The Man So Cool, did some recording a couple weeks ago for a demo disc. We're still working on final vocals and proper mixes, but this is a pretty good rough mix of one of the songs. Links to the other three songs can be gotten over yonder.
This song is for an old friend, a guy named Todd. He came up with this revenge scheme, see, and that's what this song is. It kind of collapses at the end. I'd fix it, but I find it sorta cute. Baffling lyrics within.
I just noticed the music section here and decided to toss this up for a little feedback. It's the first cut I did with a new trio, and we're still trying to decide what direction we should take: get crazy composing for the studio, or write simpler stuff that can actually be performed by three people. So far the studio stuff seems to hold up better.
Y'know, I'm the sort that tends to attract those crazy people, the ones on the bus, as the sort to whom their life stories should be told. This song is about some of the things that go on in my brain whilst they are telling me said stories. I mean, every once in a while. Usually they're quite coherent. And, on occasion, I am that crazy person on the bus.
Well, last week I had stepped out for a cigarette and witnessed a snippet of a conversation between a man and his daughter. They were both riding their bicycles down the sidewalk through the plazain which I work, and my guess would place the daughter at about 9 or 10 years old. As they rode past me, I heard the man say to the girl, "I just want to feed the ducks, and you keep pulling me away." And that's pretty much the basis for this song. It gets kinda awesome about halfway through. I mean, I think so, anyway.
A productive nights flailing realized this tightly sloppy thing that says "bramph".
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