Another track from my first solo album. Like a great many of these lyrics, it began as a joke, albeit a sardonic one. President Trump had done something else horrifying and I said, out loud to mrs. eustacescrubb, "he was right. I AM tired of winning!" [more inside]
My high school days, come back to haunt me. I was such a metalhead back then, and not a very good producer so don't bank too much on sound quality. [more inside]
What I did for 25.12.16, echoing Simon and Garfunkel.
A song concerning the September 15, 1963 bombing of the 16th Street Baptist Church in my hometown of Birmingham, Alabama. I made a video of historic photo images to accompany the song, which may be viewed here.
This is a rough mix of a nearly finished tune. Wanted to unleash it a bit early. [more inside]
Choral work in support of marriage equality, with text taken from a speech by a Republican WWII vet. Performed by the Simon Carrington Chamber Singers 2010. [more inside]
Here's a precocious ditty dating back to the late '80s. I must have been 16 or 17 when I wrote it. I was under the influence of Sting and Swing Out Sister at the time, and I was also starting to learn about classical music. [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]
No one likes to kiss someone w/ smelly breath
Randy Newman had it right
On this 2nd anniversary of hurricane Katrina, I thought I'd post this song, which I wrote and recorded in the days following the disaster. In 2005, when I first posted it to my own web site, I received some comments from folks who were pretty incensed by it. I'd never had such visceral negative reactions to a song. Should you be interested, you can read some of those comments and my replies here. I also just posted a live version (from a gig earlier this month) to YouTube. [lyrics inside]
I told myself I couldn't sleep until I created and uploaded this. Here is an abstract audio interpretation of my vague, apathetic feelings towards the current political regime. Listen to the end & Look for more to come.
A song for Franky, his wife who shops at Whole Foods, and their kids who live on YouTube. Above that, a song for George himself. I wrote this back behind enemy lines. The beat was made upon my return and it was recorded the next day.
Out of several tunes in various states of completion for the RPM project, this is the most presentable. In use for this track are: voice, talking drum, bells (metal and wooden), guiro, synth bass and organ. Every so often I write a song which is overtly political (a protest song, for want of a better term), and this is one of them.
Here's an unfortunately prescient political power-pop tune I penned in '02, as recorded by Detroit's own rock foursome LISBOA at our (then) modest home studio in our first collective foray into DIY recording. RIFYL: The New Pornographers and dudes/lady-dudes in that vein. Honky tonk piano (emphasis on the "honky"), a Hammond, some e-Bow, a little vibraphone, and a few too many "nah-nah-nah-nahs," but whaddya gonna do, right? Hope you dig it, friends.
Wrote this few months before the Iraq invasion, as it became obvious what was about to happen. America's favorite restaurant.
Our tribute to telemarketing and other forms of surveillance.