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An update of this song, this time made, in entirety, on GarageBand on the iPad.
My take on creating a song based on the hilarious "For Grigori, I sold goat" -- A Christmas Mystery letter.
A very short new wave song by The Peter O'Tooles.
A new song by The Peter O'Tooles.
The spate of suicides by bullied gay teens has been weighing heavily on me; here's a song from my Celtic punk band The Peter O'Tooles on the subject.
Courtney McClean & The Dirty Curls present a decidedly not-safe-for-work ode to porn stars and filmmakers from Minnesota.
My girlfriend got the idea, and wrote the words, for this song, which we recorded as quickly and sloppily as possible. Behold the power of three ukuleles.
A rehearsal demo for my Irish-American garage band, The Peter O'Tooles; revised from an earlier version.
A rehearsal demo of a rejiggered older song, meant for my Irish-American garage band, The Peter O'Tooles.
A whole lot of naughty in two minutes in this practice demo for my Irish-American band, The Peter O'Tooles.
Another rehearsal demo for my Irish-American band, the Peter O'Tooles. This one is a bit naughty. Apologies to anybody actually from Bangor.
A practice demo of a song arranged for my Irish-American band, The Peter O'Tooles.
The demo of a reworked version of an older song, arranged for my Irish-American band, The Peter O'Tooles.
A very rough demo of a new song for the Peter O'Tooles about a remarkable man.
A song for the Peter O'Tooles about a famous river in Northern Ireland, although it is conceivable that there is some additional, and less savory, meaning to the song.
An Irish air for the Peter O'Tooles about the unintended and disappointed effect of too much alcohol on an amorous evening.
A drinking song in waltz time for the Peter O'Tooles, telling a tale of semi-sober pub hookups; loosely borrowed from "Irish Lullabye."
A song for the Peter O'Tooles where I seem to be using the names of locations in Ireland as a metaphor for oral sex, which I am sure they don't appreciate and for which I apologize.
A love song, and, possibly, an extremely flithy one; second song for the Peter O'Tooles.
The first song for my new Irish band, The Peter O'Tooles, about a comely young woman from Derry and her desirable fruits.
Adapted from a Poem by James Joyce, from "Chamber Music."
Adapted from a poem by James Joyce, from his collection "Chamber Music."
A Dirty Curls song about girl on girl crushing.
A naughtybilly song from the Dirty Curls about one of the classic themes of pop music: cousin on cousin incest.
An apocalyptic Dirty Curls songs about vibrators and the end of the world.
Another naughtybilly song from Courtney McClean and the Dirty Curls, this time about ... um .. a self-evident subject.
An old-timey, shitkicking, jug-banding, bluegrassy number about oral sex from Courtney McClean and the Dirty Curls, a band in which I play jug, jew's harp, harmonica, and sing harmony vocals.
A tropical concoction for a tropical cocktail.
The theme to a spy movie that was never made.
Another Mardi Gras song from Sailor Martin, this one sounding a bit like the theme from a 1970s cop show.
In the noble tradition of the New Orleans "Popeye" song, a rather ignominious entry.
A Mardi Gras song by Sailor Martin.
A drinking song, New Orleans-style.
Every so often, everybody gets to be an animal.
A rewrite of a traditional bawdy song about an untoward way to make money.
An a capella sea shanty for my pierced and tattooed puppet, Sailor Martin.
Am Irish-styled song about a girl for a brass quartet, harmonica, and a big bass drum.
Four hours until dawn, and things are getting hairy.
Sometimes an invitation scrawled on a bathroom stall leads to unexpected horror. Actually, pretty much always. It always leads to horror. You should just ahead and expect horror.
When there's no surf around, you ride what you can.
With a ukulele, some whistling, and several Garage Band 09 filters, you can make something that sounds like a transmission from Venus.
Sometimes a little dangerous knowledge can be a thing.
The first song from my new collection of supernaturally themed novelty garage rock by my multiply pierced and tattooed sailor puppet, Sailor Martin; the collection of songs will also, eventually, be called Don't Go in the Garage.
Sometimes, somebody likes you for your faults.
Sometimes the Web is like the Wild West.
A VDU is, of course, a video display unit. A song about one of the things the Web has made: Millions of people who sit all day long staring at a screen.
Screw the new stuff. I'm loading up my iPod with punk rock.
Although not strictly part of this month's challenge, I would like to point out that this song, which deals with how our social media lives on after we die, is heavily inspired by "Waiting for My Man."
A song about oversharing.
Yet another from my series of glam and punk inspired songs about the series of tubes we call the Interweb.