A rocker. Guitar recorded—of all places—on my porch, vox in my bathroom. Lead part is my Jazzmaster through a Vox AC15. Lyrics about the fine line between humility and humiliation.
The Byrds meet Gary Glitter at a party hosted by Teenage Fanclub. [more inside]
Someone suggested I re-record this with a heavier treatment. So I threw the kitchen sink at it. Guitars, guitars, more guitars, a cello section, some HEAVY guitars, harmonies and a bonus weather forecast. Don't let the quiet beginning fool you. [more inside]
Amped up version of a song I posted a few days ago. Gnarly guitars, Hammond organ, sweet harmonies, in a Television / Big Star / Matthew Sweet frame of mind. [more inside]