In which my Prefab Sprout obsession results in a nakedly sappy love song speculating about the origins and end of the universe. [more inside]
A sweet little recording of the old favorite of Fats Waller's that I put together today. Warning: contains crooning.
It took Duke Ellington fifteen minutes to write this song, but it only took me four and a half to tear it apart. [more inside]
New recording. Older song. [more inside]
A slice of 13.
This month, I'm recording the "first draft" of an album that will later be redone in a studio, all professional-like. Tonight I was in an intensely, painfully lonely state, so I decided to record the most intensely, painfully lonely song I've ever written. Hohner-Gruhn guitar, Audio-Technica microphone, and GarageBand.
Hey all, this being my first post, I'll go ahead and explain the situation, for the sake of future songs. I write the music in FL and my friend Dave from back home in TX does the vocals in this yet unnamed project. We're still trying to acquire a sound, so we're knocking simple stuff out of our system first. This song is our (poorly mixed) cliche love song, only about a MySpace stalker. The amount of cheese should make you smile.