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threeants' lovely cover of Chicago reminded me of this version of another song off that same album that I recorded ten years ago, and made me realize I never posted it to Music. So here it is!
So griphus and I were watching 1973 cult classic The Wicker Man and my brain got thinking about Rocket Man and, well, here we are.
It's past due for the 25th anniversary of Flood, but here's a cover of They Might Be Giant's Your Racist Friend done roughly in the style of Tori Amos.
I apologize to basically everyone.
An extremely hasty rough draft of a They Might Be Giants cover.
A medley of contractual obligation songs based on iTunes reviews of a podcast.
I think I may be kicking off the summer Ziggy Stardust Cover Album project with this intentionally muddy, garage-blues riff off my assigned track.
Taylor Swift needs to write more songs about classic Star Trek episodes, but until she gets around to it herself I'm doing what I can to rectify the situation.
Take Another Brick in the Wall parts 1, 2, and 3, jam 'em all into one quick bluegrass shitkicker, throw it into a major key, and you get this.
As made famous by gloomy pirate Jimmy Bummer. E minor with ukulele and guitar.
Lofi Computer stumbles on.
Another track from Lofi Computer.
The epic second track off the Roddy's O-Face record. It's pretty hefty compared to the rest of the songs, so make sure you can handle a solid minute and forty five seconds.
Sweet, I tracked down the opening track off Lofi Computer.
It's well known that Radiohead went to Bob Dylan for inspiration on the title of Subterranean Homesick Alien; it's less well known that they actually lifted the song structure and lyrics themselves from this rare demo recording.
In the six months they were together, Roddy's O-Face went through three bassists, the last of whom insisted on being called "The Colonel" at all times. This was a song about the town they were all going to high school in.
Here's another Roddy's O-Face track off their Lofi Computer album! If I remember right, Ned wrote this one, and it's about his ex-girlfriend's cop dad and the time he drew a magic marker Hitler stache on her at a party when she passed out, or something like that.
As recorded in Tom's mom's garage by the infamously unfamous punk ingenues Roddy's O-Face. From their first and only album, Lofi Computer.
First album I ever bought for myself was Mariah Carey's "Music Box", and it was mostly for the single "Hero". Accordingly, I had to cover that for this month's challenge. I wasn't sure what the hell to do with it, so I recorded an instrumental with: drums, piano, upright bass, melodica, two acoustic guitars, baritone uke, banjo, harmonica, another harmonica in a different key, some flute thing I found, thumb piano, and theremin and also some more theremin, almost all of those just playing improvised melody takes.
For when you're trying to find the perfect way to tell your Valentine that you like like them. Because nothing says romance like contrastive focus reduplication.
This corny old thing just crept into my head this morning and I decided to record it, all quiet and romantic like.
Lofi acoustic waltz version: piano, drums, harmonica, solo vox. The song adapts surprisingly to 3/4 time.
My best effort to turn a Neil Young song I've always disliked into a big blustery rock thing.
I loved ianK's minimalist take on All The Small Things the other day, and I thought it'd be fun to fill it out with a bunch more acoustic instrumentation and harmony vocals.
Some rollicking bluegrass as a spoon to the heart of Bryan Adams, Kevin Costner, and basically that whole period of the early 90s.
This is a song about how I feel weird about writing this song.
An appeal to President Obama, because I'm tired of him getting all the good nutters.
One of my favorite tunes from Hedwig and the Angry Inch, given the super lofi iPhone Fourtrack treatment. Guitar, melodica, piano, drums.
For null terminated.
A pragmatic carol for hungover sinners. Oh come let us eat breakast.
Extremely spartan recording, for me. Vox, piano, a simple vox harmony, and a melodica solo.
A special encore performance by Christopher Walken and the Lounge Fellas.
So yesterday dmd mentioned in IRC that his wife miagaille was going to be stuck in a hospital room for a few days being very bored because of some neural testing stuff, and how she'd be amused if I wrote a song, and I was like "just a song about anything? Like, 'fish are awesome'?" and he was like, yeah. Yeah, that would work.
A last-minute SongFight entry with a one-liner lyric.
Uptempo garage rock take on the chimey classic.
So this afternoon on twitter, Nathan Fillion said: "I want my own theme song. Original. Short and long versions. Write music? Post it. Let's hear." Twist my arm.
Country Western waltz ballad. Featuring faux-pedal steel and more twang than I usually evidence.
The year is 1996. I'm in my neighbor's tiny basement studio. I am making my first remotely professional recording. I am earnest. I am 17 years old.
So scody had a medical adventure today, which got me thinking about how awesome scody is and how much I enjoyed hanging out with her and being music dorks in LA last fall, and this is one of the songs I remember really enjoying during our drunken singalongery.
I had an idea for a sort of epic slow-build, slow-burn song but I didn't have time to work out an appropriately epic-in-length arrangement so this is a little under two minutes long instead.
Noisy old testament stuff.
I decided this morning that it'd be fun to try getting involved at long last with Song Fight, but it turns out that submissions for the next round were due this morning. This is probably the most frantic writing-and-recording I've done in a couple years.
I read this post and immediately thought a loud crappy punk song with that title had to exist. And now it does!
My loud sloppy garage rock version of Jessamyn's song about Randolph being in a lake.
One of the tracks off the bizarre algorithmically-reconstituted album I
recorded constructed today called The Seattleward Spiral. Because the world needs more industrial pop reconstituted from Frasier audio clips.
A busy, silly, energetic million-things-going-on-at-once cover of the Blondie song that was #1 the day I was born.
This just kind of happened.
Journey's Don't Stop Believin' as a kazoo quartet improvisation.