I moved a whole lot of bills and financial information in order to get my organ. It was under a pile of those things.
This song is what happened.
I used my sense of smell for this one.
I also attempted to open myself up to something bigger than my own self. It’s hard to do, as you can see.
Here’s another song that I wrote on a plane ride back from New Jersey a few weeks ago.
I was gonna add some more to the recording, but I think I got it all in there on the first take. No overdubs necessary to get the point across.
Well, this one is just dumb. Here’s the original. Compare and contrast. Bam.
Well, remember when I had a trip out to the Big East Coast at the beginning of April. I wrote a bunch of songs on the plane trip out?
This is the first song I wrote on the plane trip back.
I wrote a train song.
You know what train songs are all about. Right? Do some research into John Henry, if you don’t. Then you’ll get it.
Anyway. This is what I sound like singing a song that I wrote 5 million miles in the air in a tube of gasoline moving at 6 thousand miles per hour. It’s also what I sound like singing a song drunk.
Eight days is eight days. Feels sometimes like eight days is about one month long. Feels sometimes like I haven’t sung or picked up my guitar in one month or two, when, really, it’s only been eight days.
Anyway.
This is a re-recorded version of a tune I wrote WAY BACK in 2011. Which is, at least, one thousand eight days ago. So….
This new version is different. But it’s about exactly the same thing. Listen to the original here and you’ll see what I mean.
This song actually made it on to a recorded piece of material released in 2011. You can find that here. It’s an interesting document of the past. Similar to my other interesting documents of the past including, but not limited to, the following:
Enjoy!
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