lyrics this week i’m wearing my influences on my sleeve. i started out with the beatles-esque chorus, which came to me while walking the dog one morning last week. the IV-I-V-I chord sequence also steals from my own “love song,” but the more simplistic melody reminds me of the mccartney throwaway “all together now.”
lyrics an early 70s prozac vocal as the main character wrestles with some difficult insights and an attempt at feeling. not entirely certain what he thinks he “should” do. my guess is that a few drinks will undo the softness…
lyrics a similar theme to last week’s entry. preparation for some kind of a journey, though not sure whether it is an inner or outer journey. a tidying up before moving on, perhaps. with the first few, i’m not setting a high bar, just want to get back in the habit of having an unfinished […]
lyrics i’ve had this idea for a few months, though i had pictured it all in front of a tree in the middle of some park. when it came down to it, the mechanics of doing this outside were prohibitive and pushed me in another direction. it was only after i had successfully cloned myself […]
lyrics it’s been forever since i’ve done a straight ahead music hall number, and since i’m winding things down, thought it would be fun to revisit the style.
lyrics “double nickels on the dime” by the minutemen is a favorite album of mine and was hugely influential back when i was first trying my hand at live music in the late eighties. you’ll have a hard time finding an album more energetic and original. the rare balance of vision and humility has always been […]
lyrics i started work on this as another two-part song, but the second i had two, there just had to be three. the harmonies reminded my of the boswell sisters, though they get funky here and there.
lyrics this one started out as another paul-and-linda harmony piece, and then i had the idea to have the choruses follow the evolution of the band. the last section is pretty rocking, if i do say so myself.
lyrics this week’s song was recorded way back in 2001. i was doing some work collecting music for my upcoming project about mania and remembered this little ditty.
lyrics when i grew up, we used to visit my grandparents at their farm in northeast new jersey. we called it ‘the farm.’ there were chickens, and sheep, and a big sheepdog named mike o’toole, and for a seven-yr-old, it was heaven on earth.