A brief, ridiculous tune about space travel.
This is a song about what a serial murderer might feel like after he's been at it for so long he can hardly stand it anymore. [more inside]
This is a song I wrote while working in a sandwich shop in Providence, RI in 1997. I was contemplating a move to California once I'd saved enough money. The chorus is borrowed from an old band-mate, Joe Healey. [more inside]
Not a breakup song, but a relationship-on-hold song. [more inside]
Here's a song about those times when picking a random direction and hitting the road seems like best idea ever. [more inside]
We'll Drive This Car ('Til Hell Is Shooting Out the Stars) - Selected Letters We just played our last show ever this Friday night (a house party at Kenyon College in Ohio - we're all former or current students there) and I wanted to post one of our best songs to commemorate a great year. I miss them already. Selected Letters is: Ira Ochs on the bass guitar Joe Donohue on the guitar Alex Murphy on the drums Evan Axelbaum on the saxophone Riley Witte on the oboe Jeremy Sher (that's me!) on the violin