The first completed song out of the 10 I'm supposed to have done by the end of the month for the RPM Challenge. Don't think I'm going to make it at this rate. [more inside]
Third track on my RPM album.
The final movement of my first (and, so far, only) composition, a multi-movement improvisational piece for acoustic vs. electronic instruments, based on the 1997 rematch set of chess games between Garry Kasparov and the computer, Deep Blue. [more inside]
I've pinpointed the reason our economy is in shambles. It wasn't the subprime mortgage crisis. It wasn't Bernie Madoff. It wasn't even the president. The moment our global economy collapsed was when Bob Barker retired as game show host. [more inside]
A slice of 13.
I had this vague melody a year or so ago, and at the time it was starting to become a song about riding my bike at night, drunk. I stuck it on the backburner until after I saw that Johnny Cash bio-pic, where they sing that June Carter duet "Time's a Wastin'" together, (which they never did in real life.) So then I got this idea to write a nice country duet like that, but instead of it being all happy and fresh-new-relationship-let's-consummate-it kinda thing, I wanted it to be about people that hated each other intensely. People that were sick and tired of seeing each other everyday for years and years. Then, for an added twist, I forced my lovely wife to sing the harmony part. We actually do like each other, though.
One of the nearly-finished songs for my almost-done RPM 07 album. Navelgazing lyrics, lush instrumentation.
A second pretty much complete song for the RPM Challenge. Fancy ears will be able to pick out my attempt at learning to play the Cuatro that was hand-delivered to my front door from the awesome and amazing Micayetoca in Venezuela.
A song I did for that RPM thing, the first kinda finished one. 9 more to go.
A rough structural demo of one of the songs I've written this month. Catchy, upbeat reflection on the simpler, softer times of my highschool musical upbringing. Imagine this with a dozen people clapping and singing along. And maybe an awesome guitar solo. I've still got three weeks, after all.