4th song for my rpm project
3rd song on the rpm album
A slice of 13.
another song in the rpm album
Defense and confession wrapped in to one song. Let your freak flag fly.
The last RPM Challenge song I can bear to subject you to. I seem to have been in a little bit of a mood when I "sang" this one, 'cause I really camped that lyric up.
Lyrics [with handy reference links!] and more information inside.
Another track from my RPM Challenge Effort. I was apparently channeling my poor man's Tom Waits that night. My impoverished, destitute, homeless alcoholic's Tom Waits.
another vampire deer recording for the rpm challenge
A song about pretending that David Bowie is singing a song about how something else is writing his songs, including this one. Approximately. From my RPM 07 album Manifests.
from the vampire deer rpm challenge album
Another selection from my RPM Challenge album. There were a couple lyrics I really wished I was a better musician when writing and this is one of them. My methodology did not encourage a melodic interface between the lyrics and the music.
This is off of the RPM Challenge album I sent in yesterday. It takes its title and a bit of its chorus from a Metafilter comment. Per snsranch's request, it includes more of me singing (or at least trying to).
Here's a song from the RPM '07 CD that I just popped into the mail today. In the end I was able to get 8 presentable tunes together within the space of the month. Whew!
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.
Something from my RPM Challenge album. Due to the methodology of its production, (read details here) all the songs on the album are pretty rough, but I'm going to post a few of the more successful experiments. The songs on this album are all about one of my favorite topics, the end of the world.
This is probably one of the few times you'll get to hear me "sing" on MeFi. This is another song I wrote for the rpmchallenge, singing, programming it, and playing toy piano on it... I think it's also the first song I ever wrote in 3/4 time.
Another song I did for the RPM Challenge. In my single-handed attempt to bring video samples back into music, this one uses a sample from an instructional film called "duck and cover"
A short song I made last night for the rpmchallenge using a music box I had and a beat slicer.
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.
In a slow count of 5, here's some kind of convergence of Burma and the blues, or thereabouts. "scissors cut paper / paper blows away / stone smashes scissors / and so it goes / another day / but it's all downhill from here / at least that's what sisyphus said /ah you're fucked six ways from sunday / with the blues wrapped round your head"
rambling RPM Challenge song.
A song I did for that RPM thing, the first kinda finished one. 9 more to go.
A goofy little 8-bit song I wrote today for the RPM Challenge.
A simulation of stereotypy.
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.