Muses about music, musicians, and musical interludes of all sorts. Also, chronicling the creation of an album of original songs, by a guy who figures he might as well.
Friday, July 25, 2014
Sunday, July 20, 2014
Nice Day for A White Wedding
On my Facebook page I asked people to post a wedding song -- their own or someone else's -- and here are the results, starting with my own.
Friday, July 11, 2014
Sunday, July 6, 2014
Early Rumblings, Part 2: Two More Rough Tracks
Some more early versions of the songs that will make up the Abandoned and Heartbroke album. You can listen to two other songs here.
I have a dream of making some LPs out of this. An actual record album would be fun to have and a blast to design.
Pay no attention to most of the lyrics on "These Times". They were meant only as a placeholder for finished lyrics, which still have not been decided upon, but in the meantime some of them make me cringe. I do hear a sweeping epic of a song in the making, at least instrumentally.
These Times
Into the Night
Thursday, July 3, 2014
You Can't Sit Down
Tuesday, July 1, 2014
Early Rumblings: Two Rough Tracks
The description of this blog includes the phrase "chronicling the creation of an album of original songs, by a guy who figures he might as well", and after a long hiatus we finally have the opportunity to do some serious chroniclin'. Drum tracks have been added to all five songs, courtesy of the great Drake Sorey, drummer for the splendid rockabilly group The Highballers and a gifted photographer to boot. This is a terrific breakthrough for the album, because now we can move forward on the songs.
For now, here are the rough tracks for what I consider to be the standout songs so far. More to come.
South Street
One More Day to Rain
Saturday, June 28, 2014
The Greatest Pop Beat Ever
Monday, June 23, 2014
(Wrap Your Arms Around and) Cover Me
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
Tex-Mex Serenade
Looming large in my musical and personal history is a long-gone bar and restaurant called the Tex-Mex Grille, once situated near the Potomac in Rosslyn, VA, just across the river from DC (and not far from, as I boast tirelessly to visitors, the site where they filmed President Bartlet's assassination attempt on THE WEST WING). Tex-Mex was torn down years ago, along with the building in which it was housed, but if you squint at the Chipotle that has since taken its place, you can just about make out where the outdoor patio upon which I and my musician buddies performed once stood. Fridays and Saturdays were hosted by the one and only "TV" John Langworthy, who booked us musicians two performers a night, sometimes for four hours each. (!) At one point we hit on the notion that it made more sense to spare the nerves of artists and the boredom threshold of the audience if we mixed our sets -- I'd do two songs with David McKittrick, (producer of this here upcoming Abandoned and Heartbroke album), then Dave and Eric Eckl would do a few of Eric's originals, then I'd go back up onstage. Then we'd jam on a few songs. It worked out well for us, but of course Dave never got a break at all.
One night in 1999, Eric recorded one of these gigs and presented Dave and me with CD copies. My copy didn't work -- in the 90s, it was not unusual for certain PCs and CD players to reject certain types of blank CDs -- so originally I never got to hear that gig. But recently McKittrick unearthed his copy and burned one for me, so tonight I got to hear these performances for the first time in nearly 15 years. They're not bad, although I opted to write off one track on account of having already shared better versions (it's Bruce's "Promised Land" in case anyone cares).
Fadeway
Wicked Game (Seriously! What was I thinking?)
Romeo and Juliet
Into the Night
Monday, June 9, 2014
Tuesday, May 27, 2014
Nastygrams
Possibly the meanest act a songwriter can commit is to write a song directed at someone they are pissed off at royally -- the more talented the writer, the more savage the delivery. While it's completely unfair to the subject, especially if they are not equipped or talented enough to respond in kind, some of the greatest, most biting songs have been committed to record, and herewith are some of them, as well as some equally brilliant ripostes.
Thursday, May 22, 2014
I'd Like to Fly But I Can't Even Swim: Songs About Comic Books
This should have been an obvious choice long ago, seeing as I often have one foot in music and the other in the comics.
Monday, May 19, 2014
Tuesday, April 29, 2014
Kenny
Kenneth Cadmus was braver than anyone I ever knew.
I don't remember how I first encountered Kenny, but I do know the year and place -- 1973, Lincoln School, New Providence, NJ. We were eight. Most probably, we met on the playground, or the classroom, but the really important memory is this: I was a new kid, having just been arrived from the small city of Charleston, West Virginia to this middle-to-upper-middle class suburb of Manhattan, and I was frightened out of my mind. I was thin, puny, no kind of athlete and hardly a scholar. I liked to read and draw superhero comics, which pretty much helped seal my fate right off the bat. My earliest and most important memory of Kenny is that he knew all these things about me and he did not give a shit. I mean, look at this kid, right here:
I don't remember how I first encountered Kenny, but I do know the year and place -- 1973, Lincoln School, New Providence, NJ. We were eight. Most probably, we met on the playground, or the classroom, but the really important memory is this: I was a new kid, having just been arrived from the small city of Charleston, West Virginia to this middle-to-upper-middle class suburb of Manhattan, and I was frightened out of my mind. I was thin, puny, no kind of athlete and hardly a scholar. I liked to read and draw superhero comics, which pretty much helped seal my fate right off the bat. My earliest and most important memory of Kenny is that he knew all these things about me and he did not give a shit. I mean, look at this kid, right here:
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