I wrote and recorded this last summer about my asshole boss. Minor structural changes have been made since then, but the idea is there. [more inside]
The proverbial seeds of this song were planted when I visited Savannah, Georgia at the beginning of the month and found myself captivated by the ubiquitous plant life named in the title. Later, when I was working on lyrics and couldn't think of a second verse, my bandmate Mel reminded me of a dream my friend Kathy had in which I killed a guy and hid him behind a couch. The end result may be disproportionately creepy, but I rather like it. [more inside]
I have rerecorded this one two or three times since I wrote it in fall of '05. I've never really been able to sing it the way I really want to, which would sound a little like a mix of Brandi Carlile, KT Tunstall, and Janis Joplin (my voice just wasn't made that way). This is the closest I've ever gotten. Hohner-Gruhn guitar, Audio-Technica mic, and GarageBand.
This was the perfect one-take song; it came together like magic and I didn't even have clipping problems when I mixed it. If only they could all be so cooperative. Hohner-Gruhn guitar, Audio-Technica microphone, and GarageBand.
This month, I'm recording the "first draft" of an album that will later be redone in a studio, all professional-like. Tonight I was in an intensely, painfully lonely state, so I decided to record the most intensely, painfully lonely song I've ever written. Hohner-Gruhn guitar, Audio-Technica microphone, and GarageBand.