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Everybody Bound For Glory

AKA This Truck Ain’t Doin’ No Cookin’ (Version 2)

Everybody Bound For Glory (Ain't Doin' No Cookin', version 2)

I haven’t done a rewrite or re-recording of an old song in a long, long time (if you consider 7 months ago a long time). But I figured I’d get going on these again, at least to get me thinking about writing songs again. It’s been awhile since I even considered that (other than the Talkin’ Headline Blues that I’ve been keeping up with). Mainly that’s been due to not being on anti-depressants, then being on them, then feeling like a crazy person, then wanting to tear out all my veins, then feeling okay again, and, finally, repeating all that over and over and over.

So, anyway, I’m doing these again. Or, at least I’m going to try to keep up with them. This one is from back in late-November 2011. This is where you can hear the original and read about where the song came from.

It’s a little interesting because the original version was about a very specific thing. I wasn’t even sure I’d be able to rewrite it since it’s so out of date. Then I started thinking about cooking. About doing no cooking. About what else you’d be doing with your stove if you weren’t cooking. About how anyone manages to hold it all together every single day.

So, it’s about a lot of things. Mainly it has nothing to do with cooking, though. See?

Also, this new version is a new version of an old song I wrote, but that old song was a rip-off of another, older song that I changed the words of in order to get my point across.

This new version feels more like a rewrite of that original, older song, Bound For Glory. It’s got no agenda. It makes every point. It’s got almost none of me in it. It’s got almost all of me in it.

It’s both of everything and none of nothing.

Rewritten Song: (Baby, Baby, Baby) The Night Is Long (version 2)

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:

  • Birth certificate
  • Baptismal gown
  • First communion bread
  • First confession
  • Etc, etc, etc…

Enjoy!

Song Post: Mismanaged (combined)

Okay, I had to do this because I suggested it in my post about the re-recorded version of this song. I just threw the new recording and the original together in the same file and this is what you get. I like it. Now I guess if I could just clone myself I’d have a perfect roadshow.

Rewritten Song: Mismanaged (version 2)

This week’s rewritten song is a little different. Most times I try to rework the music, and a lot of the time I rework the words for these re-recordings.

For this one, though, I did nothing. It’s exactly like the original.

Go listen to the first recording from 2011 and compare. You could even play them at the same time. That’d be interesting. I was just wondering…how has my voice changed in the past 2 years? How has the way I play guitar changed?

Or have I not changed at all.

My guess is I played this one pretty similar to back in 2011 because I really liked it back then. I had plans to perform it live but never did. I think because I never finished it. Always felt it needed a final verse to kind of tie everything together. Maybe that’s why I called it “Mismanaged.” I just didn’t do so well at getting around to putting any time into it.

Well, anyway, I added a final verse. So I guess it’s a little different than the first version. This also makes it different from other re-recordings in that you’ll need to listen all the way through the whole song to hear what’s different about it.

I wonder who’ll make it. I wonder who made it to even reading this paragraph.