One of the nearly-finished songs for my almost-done RPM 07 album. Navelgazing lyrics, lush instrumentation.
Slow-building kiss-off material, recorded in 2006.
An ode to some of the more vibrant personas and memorable events in Metafilter history -- and an homage to the classic tune by The Nails. Lyrics with tremendous amounts of annotation inside.
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.
Let's call it EMOldtimey. Or, really, let's not. It's not a damned clean rendition, but with this old heartbreaker you don't have to be. My pre-verbal niece was purported to love it, and that's good enough for me.
Absolutely ridiculous synth-and-spoken-word composition I recorded to cut my teeth on Reason.
Running with the unofficial Christmas Comes Early themea one-off from 2004, perfect for a mythical antichristmas album.
Working draft of an ode to those green-aproned mistresses of the coffee shop.
Satan has bad days too.
The nice thing about a musical website like AT is that when you apologize for a lame failure to update, you can do it in song.
A lofi, live, solo acoustic cover of the fantastic Yankee Hotel Foxtrot track, recorded a few years back. Music has been way too slow the last couple days, dammit.
Heavily manipulated wall of vocal harmony, runover, stabbed, and buried in a shallow grave.
I, too, recorded this song! It came out a little bit weird, which is probably appropriate.
The dance craze that's sweeping the nation! Lyrics by languagehat.
A song about songwriting.
Pop rock recap of the recent AOL search snafu.
Creepy, moody synthballad about geopolitical nuclear politics, circa March 2006.
Pithy titles and me: not talking right now. A catchy little pop tune about domestic surveilance.
By god, it's a bluegrass song! Thought of it because of this superlative Williams interpretation.
Guitar instrumental from several years ago—improvised riff on Dr. Who, a theme from Final Fantasy 1 for the NES, and Pink Floyd's "One of these Days".
An acoustic rough draft—the first thing I recorded after I bought my first condesor mic. Pretty, improvised.
Electropop with shades of Postal Service. Diplomacy in action, a-thankyaverymuch.
Fresh this evening. No good news today, for tomorrow's issue of The Aural Times. Because the news sucks lately.
A short, pretty, desperate conversation about need and rejection. Plus arpeggios!
Singing and guitar and clapping and beerbottle flute and self-reflection. I posted this to the old music.metafilter.com back in 2003.
This is the first song I ever wrote. I was fifteen. I've come a long way, baby.
Cover of a gorgeous Wilco song. This is an extremely spartan interpretation. You may need to turn your volume up.
A little groove thing about the H5N1-positive German cat from awhile back. Beats via Sheep Beats; newsclips via Google Video; questionable vocals via my larynx.
My little brother turned 23 this year, and I'm a cheapskate. Solution: record a song! Can be used for people named "Alice" and also in a pinch "Alan".
Moody rock narrative about lust and desperation and a broken girl.
Jangly, wistful guitarpop as requested.
Of dead puppies and retribution. Originally written for The Aural Times.