A very old song about love.
bouncy, hyperbolic night-out song, wherein I muse on the merits of Jack Daniels as it pertains to dental hygiene. (not really) [more inside]
Woke up this morning with a sore throat and my voice about an octave lower than usual so I figured it was time to record a cover of Roger Miller's despicable novelty hit that was #1 on the country charts the day I was born. Despicable because it's a song written from the perspective of a complete cunt. So I brought some self loathing to the table, along with the sore throat and my complete inability to play blues guitar.
Uke-driven boozer's lament. One of the demos I recorded yesterday for my album-in-a-month. [more inside]
Part 2 of the drunken covers story rampage (part 1 was pretty angsty), in which our hero borrows from the Flaming Lips as he muses on how to incorporate violence into his law-breaking.
2 guys drink more than they should while listening to Merle Haggard, decide to assault Judas Priest. [more inside]
Some more crazy cumbia I´ve made on the gameboy while traveling in Peru. [more inside]
A song about a former roommate. [more inside]
Yes, that wasn't an idle threat. For your listening pleasure, I present to you Dio's "Holy Diver" on ukulele, electric ukulele, drums, and far too many vocal tracks. [more inside]
I know this song has been uploaded right at the very end (if not shortly beyond) of the MeFi Music Challenge, but I went through a number of songs in the long debate to find a MeFite's song to cover, eventually landing on the one that most frequently gets stuck in my head. That song is Colonel Roger (is a Soldier from the Future) by chiefbluefeather. [more inside]
This is a first try at a song I'm working on for my friend, poet Peter Golub. There's a reference to this article, a sad cliché...
But it was quick and it was painless.
This is a much better version of a song I submitted a while back. Many of the chorus-related mistakes mentioned in the comments have been fixed, and I have added a few vocal layers, along with some horns. It's really quite probably the best song I've ever put together.
This isn't a particularly good song, so I recommend you don't listen if you like music. Which you do. Pay no attention to all my shitty lyrics peppering your music page, now, if you please.
Recorded on New years eve, 2002. 2 incredibly talented musical friends of mine accompanied by 5 marginally talented bafoons attemping to make music out of anything and everything. Included in this track is a 1980's casio keyboard, accordian, kazoo, banjo, beer bottles, bass, clapping, and lots of booze. Lots of booze. I think its kind of catchy.
I made this little song last night. The lyrics, albeit very simple, have been stuck in my head for some time. And they reminded me of Captain Fred Stone and Flyball drifting silently through the cosmos. I guess this would have to be before Flyball hooked up with Moofa, the cat from mars, and had kittens. And a warning: the first time through the chorus is a bit rough.
The weekend before last found me hanging out with my special lady friend in the historic district of New Bedford, MA. Now, New Bedford is really a rather depressing place, being one of the eastern cities that has outlived its major industry, but one lovely thing we did get to see was the Seamen's Bethel, the church in which Moby Dick's famous Father Mapple sermon was delivered. Oh, and I promise never to attempt to rap again. (And it's NSFW)
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.
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.
If I can teach myself how to use AutoCad by Wednesday, I will be employed. If not, the search must continue.
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.
So, anyway, this song is based on a quote in this article. Twas made in the past hour and a half, upon the inspiration of cortex's breaking-news-story related songs. And it's short as hell. Which is somewhat oxymoronical, depending on your viewpoint of such things.
Have the robots become sentient? What will all the robots think when they watch us humans go through our daily lives? Will they know I was very drunk, alone in my band's creepy practice space? Will they still like me?
by Felonious Bosch -- “Never got drunk, as you can see, I'm (hic) perfectly sober...”
This is my former band, Heat Lorraine. I'm lead guitar on this track. We had broken up already when we played this show. There was a lot of resentment floating around. We'd all had a few drinks before we went on, but our lead singer (and rhythm guitarist) Brian was drinking with a vengence.
Low quality stomping country music recorded drunk and presented here in it's straight-from-the-desk unmixed format. Came out pretty good. Nice rattly drums.