This is a little song I put together for my mom's birthday a few days ago. Unfortunately, tuning was an issue, especially with all the untunables -- the toy piano, old keyboard w/dying batteries, and dollar store recorder. Well, I think it's still kinda fun, regardless.
Submitted to SongFight (under pseudonym Minty Handy) for the about-to-be-posted fight "So Weird", and felt like posting it here as well. The musical journey from "where's my uke and what's this week's title?" to "oh crap, gotta pick up the kids, one more take and I'll submit it" took about an hour.
This is an older song, comprised about six years ago. It is an angsty song, concocted in response to the second lesbian with whom I was madly enamored declining and telling me I was "beatific". It is a poppy song, and I wouldn't post it were it not, in my opinion, catchy. I'm well over the emotions, but the song is still kinda cute.
I had promised Sarah I would write her a song. Granted, that was while we were dating. We're not anymore. But I did promise, and she is a superly awesome person, wholly deserving of a song. The chorus comes from a facecloth we found in a dollar store, and it's words, three of which being nonexistent, can be found within the bowels of this music post.
A cover of one of my favorite songs
This is a short, NSFW song about an aggravating place. It was thrown together in a two-hour burst of creative intoxication this afternoon, though most of the lyrics have been bumbling around in my head for the past few weeks.
I played this for a friend and he said, "That'd be a nice song to hear while floating down a river."
I made this little song last night. The lyrics, albeit very simple, have been stuck in my head for some time. And they reminded me of Captain Fred Stone and Flyball drifting silently through the cosmos. I guess this would have to be before Flyball hooked up with Moofa, the cat from mars, and had kittens. And a warning: the first time through the chorus is a bit rough.
Unusual music, make with a ukulele, acoustic guitar, and bass, in one shot. Using a MagicStomp as a (very rudimentary) phrase sampler, and Audacity to record. Enjoy
This thread reminded me that I wanted to cover this horrible, awful song. One of a series of vile covers I've been planning. For my own amusement and hastily thrown together. Don't worry -- I only went as far as the first chorus.
While listening to the final mixdown of this song, which is about my search for a place to which to move at the end of the month, I received a phone call from someone looking for a roommate. Coincidence! And, yes, I am playing glasses with varying amounts of water in them.
This song is for an old friend, a guy named Todd. He came up with this revenge scheme, see, and that's what this song is. It kind of collapses at the end. I'd fix it, but I find it sorta cute. Baffling lyrics within.
If I can teach myself how to use AutoCad by Wednesday, I will be employed. If not, the search must continue.
Well, last week I had stepped out for a cigarette and witnessed a snippet of a conversation between a man and his daughter. They were both riding their bicycles down the sidewalk through the plazain which I work, and my guess would place the daughter at about 9 or 10 years old. As they rode past me, I heard the man say to the girl, "I just want to feed the ducks, and you keep pulling me away." And that's pretty much the basis for this song. It gets kinda awesome about halfway through. I mean, I think so, anyway.
So, anyway, this song is based on a quote in this article. Twas made in the past hour and a half, upon the inspiration of cortex's breaking-news-story related songs. And it's short as hell. Which is somewhat oxymoronical, depending on your viewpoint of such things.
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So, this is another old tracker piece. A little bit ambient, a little bit kick-ass beat. I don't recall the circumstances under which I composed this song beyond that it was a remix of a song I made whilst on meth. For the one and only time. At any rate, it makes for nice background music. And it features my first ukulele, which was eventually lost to an apartment fire.
Exhausted, on an all-too-brief lunchbreak this past Friday, I was smoking a cigarette, watching an ant cart around a dragonfly corpse. And I thought, "Damn. It's a good thing they aren't big enough to carry cigarettes. And that they don't smoke."