A song about struggling with mental health, written and recorded in my bedroom this weekend. Some explicit lyrics.
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.
Just wrote this today, very much informed by our current situation. Lyrics in the bridge borrowed/stolen wholesale from Joy Division's "Transmission." Recorded on my bathroom floor into my Tascam DR100's built-in mics. Who will he answer to?
Restless and pissed off over the covid-19 situation, and powerless to do much about it, I set up a mic (and a camera) on my porch after I put my kid to bed and recorded this song I wrote about civil disobedience. You got the stones for crime. It's about time.
I tend not to write love songs, but here's a quick little love song I wrote about sharing music with your crush. Also up on BC and YT should you need to text a link to anyone