A small libation from The Gin Palace* [more inside]
Another new demo song from my new band, Bring A Guillotine. A little more laid back than the previous track uploaded. Enjoy!
As I was noodling around with these chords, beautiful summer has arrived here in Seattle. I couldn’t help but look out the window of our little music room at the gorgeous weather, flowers, blue skies, and people having fun on the water and asking myself, what am I doing inside on such a lovely day? And the answer is, writing a song about how I love the summer months as long as I’m safely ensconced indoors and out of the sun. It’s not my fault that I’m borderline translucent and in danger of melting in summer sun like a chocolate bar on the backseat of a car in July. But keep in mind, those of us who prefer it inside, aren’t necessarily anti-summer. We love watching it from the safety of air-conditioned shade. [more inside]
I've been meaning to upload this for ages - it's an old one from my band, Institut Polaire
oh, you know
I don’t know crap about this topic but it hasn’t stopped me from having my interest piqued. Specifically, I’m talking about brain chemistry. Both the mechanics of it and the way we manipulate what those mechanics do these days are super interesting. Even more amazing to me is how people’s emotions (usually negative emotions) can be a simple result of a chemical imbalance in their brain. Wow. I realize the drugs we have today are both amazing relative to nothing and very blunt instruments relative to what we’ll have down the road. And while I haven’t tried any of them, I sometimes wonder what people did before they existed. Mostly suffered I suppose. :| [more inside]
The hippies' lament.... [more inside]
Aaahhh, the ravages of time............. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything. [more inside]
How shaved ice saved my life (or not) [more inside]
This is the first demo from my new collaborative project, tentatively caed 'Bring A Guillotine'. Some NSFW lyrics. All comments appreciated!
over the violence, maaan
Slightly absurd to try to describe music in words - have a listen and let me know what you think.
Should speak for itself I guess. Perennial tale of wronged love, worm turning, vengeance etc. [more inside]
Folksie fun-times with my band, Borachio. (I'm on drums.) We did this in my guest room, separately, so it's only so decent, but hopefully you'll see what we're going for.
I don't have a description.
Cover I did hastily yesterday afternoon of The House of Love's beautiful song "In A Room". [more inside]
Ever get drunk and watch daytime tv and then get kinda pissed off? This is an oldy, but I've been playing it with my band lately, so I revamped it and remixed it. [more inside]
Just another folk-rock song about Jorge Luis Borges. [more inside]
Doo doo doo, doo doo doo, la la la, la la la la. The new hit single from Steve Goldberg and the Arch Enemies. A chamber-pop meditation on time, aging, and death. [more inside]
Layers of soft guitar distortion with pseudo-indian instruments thrown in, under a falsetto vocal over a deeper background vocal going through a guitar amp. I'm kind of proud of the lyrics, which are about staying true. [more inside]
Another track from my last-minute RPM Challenge entry, "The Very Best of Spaz Rock - Volume I: Monsters of Spaz." Kind of a laid back, funky/clunky little number with soothing moments. [more inside]
This started as a weird tune with pseudo-Indian wailing/cat meowing vocals, guitar feedback, and a one-note sitar solo. It still has those elements, but the track ended up being an almost radio-friendly, catchy (?) pop-rock thing. [more inside]
Another demo I put together over the weekend. It's about that place we all go to escape the grind (no, not MetaFilter). [more inside]
Back in either middle school or high school, in music class, I wrote my very first melody with a classmate named Mathias Knutzen. The assignment was to take a text from one of our books and create a song with it. We chose Robert Frost's poem and came up with this pseudo-jazzy tune. I always liked it, so I kept the "digital chord sheet" around and played it from time to time. More than 15 years later, here now is a brand new recorded version -- complete with brushed drums and falsetto background vocals. [more inside]
A quick demo I recorded last Thurs/Fri. Slow building, pretty layered guitar & tom tom-driven indie-jazz type stuff. [more inside]
Post-traumatic stress syndrome is a bitch. Pre-traumatic stress syndrome? Well, that can just wreak havoc on your marriage. Let's just hope this song is a relic from those bad old '08 days. (It's proggy-punk-grunge, if you're looking fer a genre) [more inside]
A bitter rock song first written and recorded not long after my last band's original lineup fell apart. That band's ugly break-up (partly triggered by the failure of our band mates' marriage) coincided with both my mom's cancer recurring in terminal form and my wife's losing her job of four years because we stayed in Germany with my mom too long. So we had plenty of pent up bitterness to spare. We performed this song live as Pocket Novel Mystery after re-forming briefly with a new line-up, but when this recording was made, it was just me and my wife, Lori. [more inside]
"Why did you come to me only to run from me when I tried to protect you? Why did you turn on me when I tried to warn you there were wolves outside your door with rows of jagged teeth and a taste for red meat? I guess that's how it goes when you're only flesh and bone." Get-up-and-dance, old school electro-pop. [more inside]
(Note: NSFW-ish if f*** and a****** are a problem where you work.) For the bulk of the years of growing up that I actually remember, what I would consider the “formative” years, I lived in Brookline, Massachusetts. (Not to be confused with the super irritating Brookline, New Hampshire that would show up in school closing announcements only to leave me extra disappointed.) During and after college I didn’t think much of my high school years at Brookline High School. And in fact, I ended up losing touch with every friend I made there. But thanks to the internets I have reconnected with many of them, some very recently. It’s been super positive, and it’s stirred up all these great memories of my time in Brookline. That’s what this song is about. These three incidents in particular: [more inside]
I tend to take a lot of pictures. I found out early on in my photo-taking tenure that the more pictures I took, the more likely that some of them would come out nicely. Of course, I’m always the one behind the camera. As a parent, I also have wondered just how much of the time I spend with my kids they will remember (if any). My father recently asked me if I remembered how we used to watch Star Trek together. I honestly couldn’t remember. He was crushed. It occurred to me that many years down the road when my kids look at our family pictures they won’t see me in any of them because I was the one behind the camera. Something tells me that this detail will be lost on them as they repeat the cycle and tell me they don’t remember me being there. ;) [more inside]
I've spent the past couple of months trying to improve my production skillz with my limited resources. This is the first song to come out of it all (probably because it's the simplest) with more on the way hopefully! [more inside]
Rerecorded version of "'Til We're Dead" from my forthcoming EP. [more inside]
hey home recording kids: i'm trying to get this song ready for my lady's birthday. could use some help with the mix. I need advice by monday nite. going for cute. what's working / failing? what needs polish? [more inside]
A rough mix of the title track from my just-recorded EP under the name Green Sees.
Kinda country plus the Cure. the song's about Einstein and Uri Geller and serotonin re-uptake inhibitors, and the shady little place they all meet. [more inside]
Awhile ago I spent way too much time reading a thread on the always excellent Marginal Revolution blog discussing possible tactics for dealing with sudden and unwelcome time-travel to 1000 A.D. Clearly the thread needed to be put to music. (OK, it was clear to me at least.) That was so much fun that I thought it might be fun to do it again. And Tyler over at Marginal Revolution was nice enough to participate for another round. Then Tyler announced the topic - “Are Books Overwritten?” Ruh ro. [more inside]
An old New Blind National's song from when we were listening to a lot of Spoon. [more inside]
It seemed time for an uncomplicated pop song (not that any of my songs are super complex in the first place). But in this nice little package you get everything you’re looking for in a standard radio-friendly pop song (does anyone listen to the radio anymore?)... [more inside]
Jazzy power-punk ballad for those long summer bike rides. I think I meant for this to be soft and sparse, but you know how I do. Could use some help with a new name for this. [more inside]
A few months ago I decided I wanted to try and do a cover. Based on the result, it was clearly a bad idea. I probably should have been discouraged but instead, after months of therapy, I decided to try again. The victim this time was one of my favorite artists - Jonathan Coulton and his excellent song SkyMall. [more inside]
A short, lyrically strange new song partly based on a dream. [more inside]
Written back at the turn of the millennium (oh the good old days) this song is about our old friend Victor. He’s an ethnic Chinese, Australian born doctor who abandoned medicine (and Sydney) to embrace the “structured” world of computer programming and the United States. Once you understand the laws that govern Victor’s existence you can compile him quite reliably. [more inside]
Wrote this a few years ago. An introspective song about a place to be introspective. [more inside]
Song about an unreasonably angry stewardess. Everyone's written one of these. [more inside]
I was walking around in the garment district at night on valentine's day years ago, and spotted a beautiful woman walking alone across the street. Despite being glamorously dressed up, she looked like she had lost all faith in men. She was carrying a heart-shaped balloon and huge flowers. This song is sort of about that. [more inside]
If you don’t know what “Rule 34″ is, just pull out your trusty Urban Dictionary and look it up. Go ahead, I’ll wait. [more inside]
Polygamy (or more accurately - group marriage) gone awry. [more inside]
Another demo for our album that is in production. Sung by my friend and drummer Neil who has recently found his voice. A song of regret and the often crushing weight of unconditional love. [more inside]
A song written for my oldest nephew (he's the giggling in the beginning and the talking at the end). His nickname is the monk, not little sprout. [more inside]