Oh fuck. its the rapist again. How did this happen?
I’ve put this song up before but this is a new more live version. Appropriate for the day that’s in it.
...some music.
I cant let a week go by without making up or recording a song.
Oh fuck. its the rapist again. How did this happen?
I’ve put this song up before but this is a new more live version. Appropriate for the day that’s in it.
I feel like this election thing isn’t going well. Everyone is worn down by all this craziness into a kind of passivity or resignation. I mean, in 2020 people were riled up. This isn’t the same. Its attrition.
Also i think it was a mistake to run a woman. There are going to be a certain amount of people in America who just wont vote for a woman no matter what and with the margins so small, we cant afford to lose those votes.
This is a lovely song by Paul Simon that I have recorded a number of times. Its from the album that was meant to be a Simon and Garfunkel reunion. In the end Paul Simon erased Garfunkel’s voice from all the songs and put it out as another solo album.
Take it up to a hilltop
Fold it into a plane
Throw it skyward
Again and again
When you fly your rocket
Don’t exceed hyper-speed
Safety First, Don’t mock it
Jenny wasn’t stealing
Stealing has no meaning
Jenny wasn’t stealing
until she was
You made a sound
I made it louder
We danced around
And the mob it scared her
This is my cover of the title song from the second album by the Violent Femmes
She fell asleep at four
And dreamt about a place
Where people never speak
And she awoke snow blind
Here’s a nice sketch of a song I did in 30 minutes. If you can write and record a song in under an hour, it will usually turn out well — or at the very least, fresh.
This one will be on my next album.
I couldn’t tell you who Greg is but the fact is we all love him.
This one started out as the Day Tripper riff done on a steel drum. That was it. After it became something else, I modified the Beatles riff so as to be original so that I could include it here.
This is from a silly playground song we would sing as kids. One of many. However, I don’t intend to ever record the Popeye variations of the already very lewd Barnacle Bill the Sailor. Please don’t ask me to.
This is a silly, little ditty I produced quite some years ago. When I went to add a guitar to it, I realised that I hadn’t figured out the chords, which is usually the first thing.
Just recorded this for fun in one sitting. Its a cover of a song from everyone’s favourite paranoid schizophrenic, Captain Beefheart. This is from his first album “Safe as Milk” from way back in 1967. It was in my dad’s collection.
Another redone noodle that I wrote way back in my innocent 20s.
He shoulda known better when he put on his shoes. This just wasn’t his day.
I cogged most of these words from the poem “Where children keep their pets” by the great Irish children’s poet, Paul Cookson.