Home demo for a future studio recording. An atmospheric tune about driving at night through small-town Canada. Lyrics below the fold. [more inside]
Home demo for a future studio recording. A contemplative tune about a man working on the DEW Line in 1950s Canada, writing a letter home to his estranged wife. Lyrics below the fold. (Pardon the tentative lead vox, as this one's a tiny bit above my normal range and it's brand-new.) [more inside]
A catchy tune about two guys who take a twin engine plane out for a joyride and crash into the Great Salt Lake. Proper title TBD. [more inside]
Performed by the OK L.A. MeFi Action Band: speicus, mandymanwasregistered, scody, holyrood, klangklangston, weston, carsonb, and The World Famous [more inside]
"Waves of Waves" explores the sounds which constantly and invisibly lap at our feet, as observed from one particular vantage point on the Westside of Los Angeles. The piece reveals the simultaneously fragile and expansive nature of territories and communities. [more inside]
A song about Los Angeles' notorious weekly sex newspaper. [more inside]
Based on a chopped and sliced sample of a heart beating, in this track Millimeters of Mercury (my "stage name") pulls his shields of extreme Auto-Tune down slightly to let you get a little more close and personal.
song about drugs & cops &tc [more inside]
An instrumental song by my band Clark 8 remixed using Jason Forrest's star6 iPhone app. Rock meets breakcore and everybody gets glitched up. [more inside]
A song about burning out in an adopted city. Title loosely inspired by graffiti. [more inside]
Two chords and a lot of bad memories. [more inside]
A song about the porn scene in LA. [more inside]
A song about Los Angeles's notorious free girlie newspaper. [more inside]
A song about leaving Los Angeles. Some cussing. [more inside]
A song about watching the LA Riots from the rooftop of a Hollwyood apartment. [more inside]
Another in my series of autobiographical songs based on my experiences in Los Angeles in the early 90s, this one based on a fellow I used to do some writing projects with. Every line of this song is true. [more inside]
Another in my series of autobiographical songs about my experiences in Los Angeles in the early 90s, this based on my obsessive movie watching habits back then. [more inside]
Fare you well, you fortunate star On your journey out of the dark. [more inside]
Another one from the musical chest.
Under an archway, cross a cobblestone floor through an old wooden door. There's an apartment, and someone lives there, but does anyone care?
Guitars, guitars, and a phase shifter from The Forget.
From the Monumental Box Tribute, a Guided by Voices cover project by Postal Blowfish comprising 5 CDs of Robert Pollard's earliest work.
This is the part where we start to fall apart (watch your goddamn radio).
These are the greatest days, and this is optimism rock from The Forget.
I'm working on a collection of songs of various genres for a concept album about life in a ruined West Coast city sometime in the future. This song is a demo track of a melodic industrial / rock tune about an oppressed group lashing out.
This is a song by The Forget about a fireworks factory blowing up and killing a bunch of people. Not that we're into that sort of thing.