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That's Easy For You To Say
My submission to the "a song sung in a language you don't speak" challenge. [more inside]
8 More Miles to Louisville
More "americana" from that woodshed in Sweden. Recorded on a battered radio/cassette player in 1984(?) so its low fi. We called ourselves The Early Puritans on the occasions we actually got paid for a gig. [more inside]
a demo. [more inside]
Just driving to get away, relatively boring lofi live to tape.
Bury Your Tracks
A more ambitious song I've been working on for a while. Would really, really love any feedback. [more inside]
Rockin version. [more inside]
We Almost Lost Detroit
A living room rendition. [more inside]
The Last Time I Saw Moscow
A very lo-fi one-take recording by The Grandma Sylvias. Acoustic guitar and vocals only; all apparent distortion is coming from knobs turned very high. [more inside]
This is a song a friend of mine named Audrey Johnston wrote that I think is pretty. [more inside]
So, Why Not?
More 4-track clearance. This time, it's a happy, bouncy ditty from 1993: two guitars, some whistling and happily mumbled lyrics. Recorded probably with Fleetwood Mac's Tusk on the brain, with all knobs turned up to eleven. [more inside]
I fell in Love with the Bearded Girl
More from my 4-track dump onto the PC. Lyrics written very loosely and improvised on the spot; it is about a 6-year old falling in love with the bearded lady midget at the fair, and running away. The song has an anxious, circus-gone-wrong aura to it. It was recorded on 1/26/94 in my bedroom, in the middle of the night so that my roommates wouldn't hear it.
Cumbia. [more inside]
Sissy Mean Jeans
Android is the new Gay... [more inside]
It's a song about playing make believe games, and pretending that everything's going to be alright, when really it's all gone to shit. It's also somewhat of a sea shanty.
More Songs About Oven Mitts
This is a song about a decommissioned Killbot, forced to work in a kitchen baking and whatnot. He is pretty angry about it. [more inside]
Another song by the Goddamn Handclaps. [more inside]
A friend of mine had a terrible crush on her podiatrist, so I wrote a song about it. [more inside]
yours not mine
one of the first songs i wrote [more inside]
It's Been So Cold Since We Left Earth
Space-y, shoe gaze-y little number I put together some time back. Left pretty much everything up to chance and was very pleasantly surprised with all the different sounds that came out. [more inside]
King of the Road
Tape really does sound better. And good mics, preamps, compressors, consoles... [more inside]
Oh, I made this just to annoy y'all.
Tryptophantastic (2007 edit)
A happy happy holiday fuzzy buzzy song. Play at loudish volume. [more inside]
I Love Tea Parties on the Ceiling
An old song based on this scene from Mary Poppins that I told melissa may I'd post a long time ago. [more inside]
Recording for a day, mixing for a week. Time to let it go. Thanks, mefi.
Fare you well, you fortunate star On your journey out of the dark. [more inside]
Your Guess is as Good as Mine
Another one from the musical chest.
love is great
vintage me, but the more songs posted here the better, right?
Rehearsals : three tunes that we (a big band) were to play on stage in a small jazz festival in Millau, Aveyron, southern France.
Great Big Kiss Off
An early song by The Action Items, which was usually just me, but on this song also includes dainty dave on the drums. Posted in response to the song that is hopefully still immediately preceding this one.
late night meeting with a street musician, near saint anne, in Montpellier. Lots of things to say, many songs in his bag, mostly sharing the same chords (!?). Nice feeling.
Here Lies a Lonely Man
Under an archway, cross a cobblestone floor through an old wooden door. There's an apartment, and someone lives there, but does anyone care?
Two short and very meditative improvisations from some time ago.
Taking a stroll somewhere in France. Sonic snapshots : Purchasing food. Driving. Walking in the street. Listening quietly. Playing the guitar.
Tracatacata tun tun
A little something my girl and I put together.
old french song
hi, what about a trip to southern France, with an occitan traditional sung by a choir ?
Hi, This is not what you can call a song : rather a collection of recordings pasted together. As in the Real Book, some standards are included. But this track also includes sounds taken from the real world, like a street scene, or rehearsals. It is a deliberate effort to try to match apparently unrelated recordings, from different sources. The Real Book, paradoxically, features charts for some idealistic land. Here, I wanted to use sounds both from the inside (music) and from the outside (raw field recordings) to see how ironically they are related and to provide some contrast. What you're about to hear : a saxophone playing Don Quichotte, a late night Dulcinea, two versions of a standard, and guitar comments.
Dazzling Caracas. Forever in present tense.
lo fi vamp
hi. This is actually my first attempt at improvising over a vamp. It was recorded with a 500 mhz computer and a webcam. First track recorded first, then played through the speakers so as to allow me to improvise over it, and then the whole recaptured by the webcam again. Hence the muddy sonics. The computer had trouble to play and record at the same time : results in clicks. On the whole.. I like it. Listen to my next post to compare with a cleaner version. Sometimes the rawer the better.
Before I Met You
Guitars, guitars, and a phase shifter from The Forget.
Tanto Como Debería
Another not-in-English one.
The Hard Way
From the Monumental Box Tribute, a Guided by Voices cover project by Postal Blowfish comprising 5 CDs of Robert Pollard's earliest work.
Knives Come Out (God Damn Radio)
This is the part where we start to fall apart (watch your goddamn radio).
Las garras del destino
I'm always unsure about posting the songs in languages other than English here, so I'll post this one with the question, would you listen to the song even if you don't understand the lyrics?
Bueyes y palmares
A quick snippet, to keep you entertained while a proper song is ready. This one was recorded for a TV program here, some time ago.
21st century Brazilian Forró.
The Real Moon Song
My pal Jeff 'Hotlicks' Gulley and I recorded this tune one afternoon. 'Hotlicks' called it a day and left but the song just didn't sound finished so I hit record and started singing. This is what we were left with.
Man or Astroaletz
Someone asked for more rockabilly. This is a song written by some friends, Los Esquizitos, performed and recorded here by us, with a drum track laid by their drummer.
Another song about a girl. Her name was Loretta. By Esther.
The Greatest Days
These are the greatest days, and this is optimism rock from The Forget.
It's Like Your Heart's the Color Yellow
This is a song from the concept band Heroes that Hurt. My roommate writes the lyrics, in which he explores the futility of super-love. Then we all get together and set them to music. This one is about the Green Lantern.