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As humans explore beyond the solar system and add themselves to the wider galactic population, they bring with them their cats. Likewise, the humans' cats bring with them their parasites. Over time, toxoplasma gondii alters its effects on humans and other sentient species, imparting a sense of spiritual enlightenment, thus leading to a new galactic religion.
This song highlights one of the possible dangers of crashing one's ship on a planet inhabited by a totally alien species. I recorded this a few years ago, deciding only recently to mix it down. It features a reklus-modified Korg DDD-1.
It's They Might Be Giant's Hot Cha for the MetaFilter Flood cover album. And, yes, it goes a bit strange at times.
This was my submission to a project in which various artists covered songs from Nine Inch Nails' Pretty Hate Machine using at least one circuit bent or modified instrument (Soundcloud link). This one uses a reklus-modified Korg DDD1 and Monotribe (along with a sweet ring modulator he built).
This song has been sitting around for most of the past year or so, unfinished and untitled, waiting for possibly a little more instrumentation (it's definitely a missing electric uke solo), some lyrics, and a re-recording of the drums with a real kit. I'm not good at playing fake drums.
A small New England town finds itself unable to eliminate the tentacled terror that lurks deep beneath its basements and sewers.
TAKE 1 TO 2 TABLETS BY MOUTH EVERY 4 TO 6 HOURS IF NEEDED FOR PAIN
This song began as a test song for two things: stomping/clapping/snapping out a typical breakbeat and messing around with my new Ashbory Bass. It grew quite a bit from there. I've been sitting on this song for a few months and finally decided today to rerecord some of the trombone bits, though they're still pretty sloppy.
A short but epic song that dares to ask: Is our only hope in this war against the great space darkness the love of an ageless, gender neutral couple? Will their love be enough?
For the past several months, I've been working on a number of songs, but haven't completed anything. Well, I was in a lousy mood yesterday and decided to barrel through creating a short song about what I was going on in my brain.
I've been working on this song for the past few months. This is the result of my trying to write something sad. Unfortunately, my recording computer died last week, so some bits final mix came out sounding a little more sloppy than intended as there were a couple things I wanted to re-record. Also, I'm terrible at writing second verses.
This is an old song, but it only uses two chords (well, okay, so there's a third, brief chord, but still), and it's taken me four years to get around to the massive amount of hiss reduction the song required to make it postable. Because I'm lazy.
So, for this year's RPM Challenge I have decided to go all out and write a rock opera. This is one of the few songs I have worked on so far, and the first one that has been completed. Granted, this should be somewhere in the middle or the rock opera, but, still, it's the first one finished, so I'm posting it anyway.
Zillion was a game for the Sega Master System. This is a song from the game (which you can see/hear here -- this song starts about 17 seconds in). I have, however, added lyrics, which are about the game's lack of a save function. With 77 tracks of tiny instruments, this song is probably my grandest musical venture yet.
Yes, that wasn't an idle threat. For your listening pleasure, I present to you Dio's "Holy Diver" on ukulele, electric ukulele, drums, and far too many vocal tracks.
So, I was planning on recording my ukulele rendition of Holy Diver (yes, that one), but my allergies were acting up so I felt like crap. So, that's what this song is about. And it's NSFW.
Tonight, I created a really, really, really good remake of an old song of mine. I don't even know if I have a copy of the original anymore, but ... whoa ... this thing ended up being kind of epic. Features horns and toy pianos, a reed organ, both regular and electric ukulele, some drums. I even tried my hand at playing the bass. Short, simple lyrics within (of which I am also rather proud)!
This is a short song I've made for my girlfriend in the past half hour or so. It is a true story.
I know this song has been uploaded right at the very end (if not shortly beyond) of the MeFi Music Challenge, but I went through a number of songs in the long debate to find a MeFite's song to cover, eventually landing on the one that most frequently gets stuck in my head. That song is Colonel Roger (is a Soldier from the Future) by chiefbluefeather.
But it was quick and it was painless.
This is an old song and a personal song. Its basic premise fits quite nicely with my life, thus making it relatively personal. Marginally complex vocals around an easy-to-follow framework, written while afraid of the leaving of an ex of four years past.
This is a much better version of a song I submitted a while back. Many of the chorus-related mistakes mentioned in the comments have been fixed, and I have added a few vocal layers, along with some horns. It's really quite probably the best song I've ever put together.
This is a little song I put together for my mom's birthday a few days ago. Unfortunately, tuning was an issue, especially with all the untunables -- the toy piano, old keyboard w/dying batteries, and dollar store recorder. Well, I think it's still kinda fun, regardless.
This is an older song, comprised about six years ago. It is an angsty song, concocted in response to the second lesbian with whom I was madly enamored declining and telling me I was "beatific". It is a poppy song, and I wouldn't post it were it not, in my opinion, catchy. I'm well over the emotions, but the song is still kinda cute.
I had promised Sarah I would write her a song. Granted, that was while we were dating. We're not anymore. But I did promise, and she is a superly awesome person, wholly deserving of a song. The chorus comes from a facecloth we found in a dollar store, and it's words, three of which being nonexistent, can be found within the bowels of this music post.
I wanted to make a song with a few of the instruments I rarely use, like the reed organ and toy piano. I thought about coming up with lyrics, but my hangover makes my brain feel ... not working so good. So I threw in some kazoo instead. Enjoy!
This isn't a particularly good song, so I recommend you don't listen if you like music. Which you do. Pay no attention to all my shitty lyrics peppering your music page, now, if you please.
This is a short, NSFW song about an aggravating place. It was thrown together in a two-hour burst of creative intoxication this afternoon, though most of the lyrics have been bumbling around in my head for the past few weeks.
I made this little song last night. The lyrics, albeit very simple, have been stuck in my head for some time. And they reminded me of Captain Fred Stone and Flyball drifting silently through the cosmos. I guess this would have to be before Flyball hooked up with Moofa, the cat from mars, and had kittens. And a warning: the first time through the chorus is a bit rough.
This song showed up in the middle of a very stoned 45 minute jam session with my band The Next, for which I play the drums. None of us remember making this song. It's kinda fun and catchy.
The weekend before last found me hanging out with my special lady friend in the historic district of New Bedford, MA. Now, New Bedford is really a rather depressing place, being one of the eastern cities that has outlived its major industry, but one lovely thing we did get to see was the Seamen's Bethel, the church in which Moby Dick's famous Father Mapple sermon was delivered. Oh, and I promise never to attempt to rap again. (And it's NSFW)
This thread reminded me that I wanted to cover this horrible, awful song. One of a series of vile covers I've been planning. For my own amusement and hastily thrown together. Don't worry -- I only went as far as the first chorus.
While listening to the final mixdown of this song, which is about my search for a place to which to move at the end of the month, I received a phone call from someone looking for a roommate. Coincidence! And, yes, I am playing glasses with varying amounts of water in them.
This song is for an old friend, a guy named Todd. He came up with this revenge scheme, see, and that's what this song is. It kind of collapses at the end. I'd fix it, but I find it sorta cute. Baffling lyrics within.
Y'know, I've dug your music. So, in commemoration of your self-linkage, I've composed a brief song. Take no offence to the last line, please. But don't self-link, goddammit. If you're still even here.
Ben, the lead singer in the band for which I am the drummer, requested I upload this song. The band's name is The Next, and the song is an impromptu jam in which he was searching for something about which to sing. As it turned out, we practice in an old fabric dying factory, and the board next to the office in which we play had many labels. One of which is "In Frame Room". Another is "Scheduled for Dying". It is the first upon which the lyrics were based.
I am the drummer in this kinda punkish/metalish rock band called The Next. And this is one of our songs. It is very, very different from the sort of thing I tend to do whilst solo. And this is the best recording of it we've made, thusfar.
Y'know, I'm the sort that tends to attract those crazy people, the ones on the bus, as the sort to whom their life stories should be told. This song is about some of the things that go on in my brain whilst they are telling me said stories. I mean, every once in a while. Usually they're quite coherent. And, on occasion, I am that crazy person on the bus.
If I can teach myself how to use AutoCad by Wednesday, I will be employed. If not, the search must continue.
Well, last week I had stepped out for a cigarette and witnessed a snippet of a conversation between a man and his daughter. They were both riding their bicycles down the sidewalk through the plazain which I work, and my guess would place the daughter at about 9 or 10 years old. As they rode past me, I heard the man say to the girl, "I just want to feed the ducks, and you keep pulling me away." And that's pretty much the basis for this song. It gets kinda awesome about halfway through. I mean, I think so, anyway.
So, anyway, this song is based on a quote in this article. Twas made in the past hour and a half, upon the inspiration of cortex's breaking-news-story related songs. And it's short as hell. Which is somewhat oxymoronical, depending on your viewpoint of such things.
So, here's the deal. I'm very drunk, and I've just cpme bacl frp, hosting a party at my girlfriend;s house. And I want to post a song to you humans. Amd. tjpigj ot5 ,au b3e and p;d spmg. I dn't feee; it is not wprth menntionings. It is called "Qipheyo". And I don't know what that word means. It's a little reggae, a little mariachi, and a little drum 'n bass. And I'm a lot drunk.
So, this is another old tracker piece. A little bit ambient, a little bit kick-ass beat. I don't recall the circumstances under which I composed this song beyond that it was a remix of a song I made whilst on meth. For the one and only time. At any rate, it makes for nice background music. And it features my first ukulele, which was eventually lost to an apartment fire.
This is one of my old instrumental tracker compositions. Man, I miss using trackers. I wonder if'n I can get FastTracker working on this machine. Hmmmm. I don't recall from whence the choral sample has come. But it's pretty. I know that much. (And, yeah, I wasn't really into coming up with song names at the time.)
So, at the time of the creation of this brief song, I was trying to force myself to write a song a week. Searching for something about which to sing, I stumbled across the Myspace profile of someone who looked an awful lot like someone I used to know. That's the basic gist of it, really. Twas submitted for the MeFi Compilation album, but, alas, I could do little to remove the hiss.
So, this is how I've spent the afternoon. Constructing a cover of what is, in my opinion, the greatest video game theme ever composed. For your enjoyment. Yes, I know it falls apart a little, in some places. But that's because it's a cappella. And it's a cappella because it would have taken much longer to make were I to have used instruments. Oh! And I'm exhausted. And it seemed like a good idea at the time. Enjoy!
This song is a few months old. It's about kittens. When it was made, I was trying to compose a song a week. I got about eight weeks into that project.
A week or so ago I embarked upon a thorough kitchen cleaning in a seemingly failed attempt to dissuade the cockroaches from continuing to live in it. Without paying rent. Whatever I used to clean the wooden cabinets, and I don't quite recall what it was, was also, I discovered, removing the varnish as well. And that is what this song is about. And it's (almost entirely) a capella.
Exhausted, on an all-too-brief lunchbreak this past Friday, I was smoking a cigarette, watching an ant cart around a dragonfly corpse. And I thought, "Damn. It's a good thing they aren't big enough to carry cigarettes. And that they don't smoke."
Have the robots become sentient? What will all the robots think when they watch us humans go through our daily lives? Will they know I was very drunk, alone in my band's creepy practice space? Will they still like me?