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Radioactive Men: The Talkin’ Headline Blues #156

The Talkin’ Headline Blues is a weekly series of recordings using unedited headlines from CNN.com written as a song. This week’s topic: Radioactive Men.

Radioactive Men: The Talkin' Headline Blues #156
A radioactive man pets an unsuspecting cow.

American men smart.
Pilot needs Chinese scene in legal military radioactive Russian bison.
Work stolen soon.

Bullet America: The Talkin’ Headline Blues #154

The Talkin’ Headline Blues is a weekly series of recordings using unedited headlines from CNN.com written as a song. This week’s topic: Bullet America.

Bullet America: The Talkin' Headline Blues #154
A photo of old ham sandwich left in the sun, Donald Trump.

Baltimore is a bullet, America.
Celebrate promises too!
Director hits star.
Allergic tiger gives testy abortion.

Ex-Wife Robots: The Talkin’ Headline Blues #153

The Talkin’ Headline Blues is a weekly series of recordings using unedited headlines from CNN.com written as a song. This week’s topic: Ex-Wife Robots.

Ex-Wife Robots: The Talkin' Headline Blues #153
A gaggle of robots blurp, bleep and chlurp for regurgitated, liquid fuel.

Found: Happiest huge Obama robots.
Phone suspected of ex-wife blindness.
Survive my quake: Age, history, duty.

No Longer Can I Hide (Version 2)

No Longer Can I Hide (Version 2)This here is a rewritten song of a tune, No Longer Can I Hide, that I originally wrote WAY BACK in April 2011. That’s so long ago that I have no idea what the original song is even about, if, in fact, it was ever about anything. You can read all about it in the original post right here, though, and see that I didn’t even really know what it was about when I first wrote it.

Also, seems that when I originally wrote this, my 5-year-old, who was then only like 18 months, was just out of the hospital after a serious eye infection. It was swelled up like a baseball. His eye is okay now. But, of course, anytime it’s a little bit red my wife and I look at each other and are like, “HERE WE GO.”

Staying in the hospital with a kid is horrible. Pray you never have to do it. If you do, though, don’t order the chocolate cake for yourself on your kid’s hospital dinner menu. THE NURSE WILL KNOW IT’S FOR YOU. She will scowl at you.

ANYWAY.

So, since I had no clue about this tune, and I’m just getting back into some serious songwriting, I started off by playing through a few old tunes to see if I could steal any melodies or phrases or ideas. Songs like “The Rovin’ Gambler” and “Freight Train” (been really into that one lately) and “San Francisco Bay Blues.”

Then I got an idea to do a song about how sometimes it seems so much better to just be all alone and hid away than to be anywhere around anyone else.

Turns out that’s not really true all the time. Turns out I’ve got a few people I’d rather be around than be left all lonesome.

So that’s the rewritten song for this week. That’s two weeks in a row. I reward myself with beers.