Come with Robert Shields on an expedition to the grocery store. Marvel at the landmarks they pass on the way back home. And note the odometer mileage as they pass said landmarks.
This time, Robert Shields sleeps, urinates several times, reads the 1990 Census Bureau stats, cooks breakfast, looks over the household finances and reads the local paper. [more inside]
Join the Reverend Shields as he looks over the day's paper, tips his barber 50¢ via check, takes a nap, and fiddles with his hearing aids at dinner with the Richters. [more inside]
Robert Shields, a retired minister of Dayton, Washington kept a diary from 1972 until 1997, logging every five minutes of his life. Over the next few days I will be posting all nine tracks from my adaptation of his entries from the spring of 1994. [more inside]
A spoken word song written about a girl, friendship, hurt, love, betrayal, growing older, gaining understanding and eventually forgiveness. And perhaps above all else, it's about hope. [more inside]
Satan? Is that you? [more inside]
An introspective take on a song that’s a lot more relaxed than it probably should be, given the subject matter. [more inside]
Returning to the well of material I wrote almost a decade ago. [more inside]
If you didn't care for our treatment of Femme Fatale (via askmeaboutloom), may we interest you in something more, possibly femme, or, I don't know, fatale? [more inside]
Indie rock gone improv and conehead [more inside]
Dark psychedelia from deep within the Karst topography of the Missouri Ozarks . . . [more inside]
The sad thing is the sheer quantity of people I know who really are this way. [more inside]
King Crimson cover
If you like New Jersey, don't hit play. [more inside]
Taken from Stephen King's short story collection, Skeleton Crew.
I had this dream, woke a wrote his poem. A spoken word piece. The cat in the background was my cat going nuts while I was recording. She hates it when I play this track. It freaks her out. [more inside]
On one level, it's about the struggle between good and evil. On all levels, it doesn't really make sense. [more inside]
A spoken word piece I did sometime back. I used a tascam audio interface, my edirol pcr-30 keyboard, my mics, Garageband 2 and a lot of bit crunching. [more inside]
Reading from the Tao Te Ching, sections XLVII, XLVIII and XXXVI. [more inside]
Reading from the Tao Te Ching, sections XXXI and XIV.
A special rendition of an old favorite. [more inside]
Spoken word w/ geetar for this months challenge. [more inside]
Part two of a two-part spoken word tale of terror, telling the horrifying story of some unexpected survivors of a plague battling the undead in the basement of the Guthrie Theater in downtown Minneapolis. [more inside]
Part one of a two-part spoken word tale of terror, telling the horrifying story of some unexpected survivors of a plague battling the undead in the basement of the Guthrie Theater in downtown Minneapolis. Part two tomorrow.
A spoken word piece inspired by ColdChef's post about a Slidell boy who lost his arm battling a monstrous alligator. [more inside]
Samples come from an interviewee recalling experiences from the great depression.
When I saw that the challenge was about "water", I thought about my friend Carl. Spoken word + very mellow bass.
This is what happens when you give me a microphone. Worse Than Pop was founded on the principle that if you record an album every week for the rest of your life, eventually, something you record will be noteworthy. I haven't actually gotten to that point yet.
It's okay - I was a student when I wrote this. And yeah, I suppose it's spoken word.
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