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Thursday, July 31, 2003
You cannot hold your ears and your nose at the same time
This is all old stuff I never got around to posting, until a friend of mine I ran into at my 10 year reunion asked me for some recordings. So I uploaded them to my web site for him to download and figured I'd mention them here too.

89 Was a Bad Year for Music: This one was the first one I made with FruityLoops.

Jahvotronic: An unintentional insult to reggae with me on guitar and bass, FruityLoops on drums and some computer synthesized voice samples. Cheapo Casio drum sounds clash with major chords on the upbeats.

My Throat Was Gone: I got this idea after I saw Dictionareoke for the first time. The words go like this:

I smoked my bong
all night long
I wrote this song
because my throat was gone
And it's sung by samples from the merriam-webster pronunciation guide! Get it? I still don't know if that's funny or not.

Orange Peel: I recorded this about two years ago right after I got the digital multitrack and a wah pedal. 2 guitar tracks, bass and the worst drum machine Alesis ever made with lots of effects to make it sound less crappy.

Wearing Nothing But a Seatbelt: 2 guitar tracks, bass and drums on FruityLoops. sort of blues-funk I guess. I was thinking of a nekkid car chase scene when I made it.

The Only Song I Ever Wrote: This is just guitar, but sweet jesus I wish I could remember how I got it to sound like that. Compressed and gated with a nice crunchy distortion and and just enough flange. Normally I think any flange at all is overdoing it but I really liked the way this sounded. The unsung (I know that's pretty pathetic to post it like that, but hey) lyrics go like this:

The only song that I ever wrote
Went from my brain to my throat
In a shakey little boat
Every beat, and every note
They were rocking it, rocking it, rocking it

Because it's hard to rock
Hard to write a song
Hard to play guitar and sing along

If you make
A big mistake
Then make it sound intentional
You're not a fake, no
You're original