There are times when everything seems to just go to hell. Everything seems to change all a sudden, people freak out about everything and some of them have cause. I thought last year would be the long hot summer but I was wrong. I should have known it would wait until an election year just to because those aren’t already irritating enough.
But, this isn’t about anything in the news today. Its about everything in the news every day. It seems like nobody pays much attention to living in a house made of matches until it starts to burn and my roofs’ been on fire for the last few months.
I’ve been saying for the past 18 years that if my kids ever figure out how to conspire, whatever imaginary sense of order there is in my house will be over. That seems to have happened recently and, well, it’s something only slightly different the usual chaos but its different sort of chaos and I don’t like it. No sir, not at all.
I tossed together a sort of EP of tunes that seems to describe exactly where my head is right now.
Some are mine, some aren’t, listen to them, don’t listen to them, insufflate cement mixed with Elmer’s glue and put beans in yr ears. I’m not gonna tell you what to do.
Hope is an old tune that was recorded on tape. I think the mix is a bit bass heavy. What do you want for nothing?
I don’t know anything about this but that it came together one morning, including most of this recording, between breakfast and taking my youngest son to school a few years ago. I don’t know what it is other than that.
This is my hopped up high school queen arrangement of a Tom Waits song. Who doesn’t love Tom? Don’t tell me if its you, dear reader. I don’t want to know.
I think this may have been the first thing I recorded all digital. It doesn’t sound bad considering the dinosaur powered gear I had at the time.
What If We Fell In Love With Love
I started this as something I could play my Telecaster with tremolo with. Then I came up with a melody and some words that are pretty goofy—at least the chorus is. I can’t decide. Its such a fine line between brilliant and stupid. You can tell me if you think its brilliant. I don’t want to know otherwise. The kick drum sounds great to my ears.
Its about the musical which I’m not particularly fond of having been force fed it my entire life. I’m not that hip to musical theater in general. For those who love it, like the character in this obscure Kinks song, whatever gets you off is fine with me. Live and let live and I think we can all try a little harder to be cool to one another all the time.
In summation, hows’ about we all just try to make it through the rest of the summer as cool as we can be and maybe walk a little softer, smile a little more to each other, pet our dogs, love our kids, and get tall, take a walk to china or try to sell me South Carolina, and go see the Mighty Mezz with our pants on as often as seems appropriate.