music for the road home

                

i’m still shook

new demo on the music page.  it’s called “after the quake,” inspired by author haruki murakami’s similarly titled collection of short stories.

the jalopy sessions

i wanted to compile some of my songs on an actual disc so i could distribute it to people.  in the end, i didn’t feel like coming up with album art, nor did i think the quality of the recordings warranted physical manifestation.  but, these recordings are as near and dear to me as my flaws so naturally, here they are.  these ten songs represent a two year period and together they comprise what i call the jalopy sessions.  i’ve posted most of them on my blog in one form or another and some of them return unalterted.   if you want an mp3 cd, i’ll happily put together some random album art to go along with the cd (hopefully to your amusement). 

cheers.

“……eight”

new pedal + new guitar = new demo.

dirty mustache man

new demo on the music page.  a departure from the drivel i usually produce.  it’s still drivel, but different.  enjoy.

somebody that you love

another rough demo offering for your easy (or uneasy) digestion.  lots of things need to be fixed as you’ll soon find out, but i’m quite happy with the results.  so please, lend me your ears.  just don’t throw them at me.

devotion

it may not feel like it but summer is already over.  no matter.  i’ll have this record to keep me warm during the (hopefully long) winter.

untitled #1

another old song.  in fact, the first song i ever wrote.  it still doesn’t sound any better to me.  here it is anyway. 

young days

moses pope is a man from alabama who unwittingly supplied the title for this song.  there’s supposed to be a simple drum beat but i screwed up the first take and didn’t feel like redoing it this time ’round.  perhaps when a certain phantom bear sessions cd is ready. hm.

just in case you can’t decipher what i’m singing.. .

i don’t know why i even bother but your love, your kiss, it don’t miss, they’re certified heartbreakers/my heart skips a beat like stones tossed on the sea/when you’re near it’s quite clear, time is a relative thing/you’re trouble, i know it, when you smile, i’m frozen/ another statute with a priceless expression, to add to your collection/and i don’t know why i even bother but your love, your kiss, it don’t miss, they’re certified heartbreakers/and when i look upon my young days/will i wish in some ways, perhaps in some craze/that i changed in your heart my place/’cause when i dream of holding you so tight/i awake in the dead of night/reaching through the vaccuum of lonely space/longing for your phantom weight/so cold and so breathless, so sensibly senseless/one beat, two legs, and the spring in my step/a bouquet that i swiped and a bowtie tied to perfection/i’ll risk being a fool for you, i’ll risk the damage it could do, for the chance to love you/’cause my love, my kiss, it don’t miss, it don’t miss

anyway, hear it is.  i’m tired.      

 

say anything

this is a new version of another old song.  it’s called “say anything” a.k.a. “the annie clark song.”  please enjoy.