Tuesday, March 2, 2010

One last post!

"Even a Red Hot Mama" live!

Saturday, January 2, 2010

End of Term

Well, it's two days past the end of the year, and I've ended up with a mere 26 songs. Half of the planned 52 songs.

Breaking it down by month, there's a clear decline as the year goes on. The biggest drop is when I take my break from university. This is something of a surprise as I always assumed school was what got "in the way" of my songwriting. It actually turns out to have been beneficial in a few ways. Unexpectedly, the forced weekly schedule worked to my favor. I wrote a number of songs Thursday or Friday morning. (I was even late getting out the door one or two Friday's as I quickly jotted down some notes.) Despite the lack of free time, the huge amount of time spent walking from point A to B let my mind freely wander. I knew going into the project was that I had it in me to write 52 songs if I could just capture those stray wisps of melody.

What I find somewhat reassuring in all this is that the months were my band was the busiest are the same months in which I wrote the least number of songs. So when I wasn't writing, I was still busy with music. Of the 26 songs, 9 have already been performed on stage, 5 have already been recorded and released, and at least 7 of the remaining songs are due to be arranged, practiced, and performed within a few months. Considering that when I started the project I had no real outlet for my songs, I think I'd rather have a band capable of performing the ones I do write than a huge back-catalog.

I haven't decided on a project for 2010. It's clear to me that I need to buckle down and limit myself on which projects I take on. Having this blog out there as a public commitment helped, as it made me more conscious of what I was doing toward my goal. So don't be surprised if another blog pops up: I have a lot of unfinished ideas waiting to be unearthed.

Sunday, December 27, 2009

Song 26: My Mama Said

A little pop song based on some outdated dating advice that was passed around some feminist blogs not too long ago. This will probably go through some more editing before it hits the stage.

My Mama Said


A: |A6 | A6 | Bm7 | Bm7 | Bm7 | E9 |A6 | E7(b9) |
|A6 | A6 | Bm7 | Bm7 | Bm7 | E9 |A6 | (A7) |

B: | D6 | D6 | A6 | F#7 | Bm7 | Bm7 | Bm7 Am7(b5) | E7 |
| D6 | D6 | A6 | F#7 | Bm7 | Bm7 | E7 | E7(b9) |

My mama said (Her mama said!)
Don’t be conspicuous (Oh no!)
You can tell by my poise that I listen to what my mama said
Be polite but not too serious
Don’t bore him with the thoughts inside your pretty head

My mama said (Her mama said!)
Don’t be ridiculous (Oh no!)
Don’t smoke or drink or dance like the loose girls do
Keep your makeup and hair meticulous
Don’t order more than water and a little bread

But my mama never said that I would meet a boy like you
So distant and collected, so breezy and so cool
Now I make a spectacle to break this silent tension
Breaking rules so I’ll have your attention

My mama said (What’d she say?)
Don’t be caligulous (Oh no!)
Now I believe, now I fear, that my mama might have been mislead
Life’s a blast when you’re delirious
And I’ll be damned if I ever listen to what my mama said

Sunday, November 29, 2009

Demos again

Some new demos. Keys have been changed in some cases for the benefit of Lyndsy, the End Times vocalist. So forgive me for going out of my range here and there.

Still Leaving the Porchlight On
Our Secret Society
My Dear So and So
Beezebub

We've already started practicing "My Dear So and So" as a band.

Also, with one month left and just about half the songs done, it's clear I won't make the goal of 52. I will probably offer up some thoughts on what I've learned and how it all went down before the year is out. Not giving up hope of posting more.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Song 25: Still Leaving the Porch Light On

Still Leaving the Porch Light On

| Bbm7 | Eb7 | Ab6 G7 | Cm7 F7 | Bbm7 | Eb7 | Ab6 G7 | Ab6 |
| Bbm7 | Eb7 | Ab6 G7 | Cm7 F7 | Bbm7 | Eb7 | Ab6 | Ab+ |
| Dbmaj7 | Dbm7 | Fm7 | Fdim | Bbm7 | Eb7 | Ab6 G7 | Ab6 |
| Bbm7 | Eb7 | Ab6 G7 | Cm7 F7 | Bbm7 | Eb7 | Ab6 G7 | Ab6 |

The pitter patter of the rain on a window
Like footsteps on a walk
Reminds me that you are far
As I wait for your knock

The rhythmic brushing of the apple tree branches
Outside the bedroom wall
Sounds just like your breath
Coming down the hall

I'm still leaving the porch light on
From nightfall until dawn
Gazing out on the morning dew
For any sign of you

The quiet moaning of the floor as I'm pacing
Echoes my heart's cry
How could you leave me here
Without saying goodbye

Friday, October 9, 2009

Song 24: Secret Society Stomp

Secret Society Stomp

| C6 | A7 | Dm7 | Dm7 | G7 | G7 | C6 C#dim7 | G7 |
| C6 | A7 | Dm7 | Dm7 | F6 B7 | C6 A7 | Dm7 G7 | C6 |
| B7 | B7 | Bb7 | Bb7 | A7 | A7 | D7 | G7 |
| C6 | A7 | Dm7 | Dm7 | G7 | G7 | C6 G7| C6 |

Why don't we start a secret society
Me and you, smokey room
Just for two
Making notoriety

Bring our your old candles and fancy robe
We began holding hands
Making plans and demands
For to sneakily subvert the globe

Don't want to share my love with all the proles
We'll raise degrees behind lock and key
And no one will ever know

If you want to join a new order for the times
Covertly, you and me
Solemnly
Doing dirty little crimes

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Song 23: Cell Phone Blues

Another quickie that could use some editing for added puns and possible a third verse (about, well, quickies).

Cell Phone Blues

Intro (3/4): | Dm | Dm | A7 | A7 | Bb7 | A7 | Dm | Dm |
| Gm | Gm | Dm | Dm | Bb7 | Bb7 | A7 | A7 |

Verse: | D | D | D | D7 | G | G#dim | D | B7 | E7 | A7 | D | D |
| B7 | B7 | E7 | E7 | A7 | A7 | D D#dim | E7 A7 |
| B7 | B7 | E7 | E7 | G G#dim | D B7 | E7 A7 | D | D |

This is a song of broken hearts
'Twixt lovers too lonely to part
So take from your pockets your cotton tissues
As we bring you sad tales of intimate issues

I was standing
On the fire escape
Trying to hide
Behind a herringbone drape
While my baby rambled with someone else inside
He wasn't mean, wasn't fresh
Never even got undressed
But as they talked my heart kept beating harder, harder, harder
When she showed him to the door
This realization made me soar:
He might call her cell phone more, but I use her cell phone charger

I was waiting
Under my lady's bed
Listening to
Everything my lady said
To the fellow standing right next to my shoe
Never shouted, always cool
Always playing by the rules
That might be why all his advances came off as nonstarters
When he went off on his way
I jumped out and had to say:
He might call her cell phone more, but I use her cell phone charger