Monday, April 24, 2006

Gutcasting

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Wednesday, April 19, 2006

It's Not Russia

Centralizing power,
waging war against secession
via rampant nostalgia
for imperial aggression.

Amid currency crises,
and regional depressions,
conspicuous consumption
of material posessions.
Baby, times are hard
in the land that was the land of the Tsars,
so the past looks better
than it ever really was.

But, baby, it's not Russia... it's us.
An aging population starts
to think about birth rates,
the future of the nation
if it fails to procreate.

Riots...
breaking out on the fringes.
Growing concern
about alcohol binges.
Baby, times are hard
in the land that was the land of the Tsars,
so the past looks better
than it ever really was.

But, baby, it's not Russia... it's us.
Written & recorded in one shot this evening, without bothering to tune my guitar, divert from my usual guitar strumming mode & progression, or change from the default echo patch on my vocal processor. Enjoy.

Monday, April 17, 2006

Updates

Well, the 7-days-7-songs experiment blew chunks. We can blame my mom for having a blood clot halfway through, but in all honesty I had a creative clot before that. Neither was fatal, thankfully. Mom's back home... back at work, even. Yeesh, mom.

Here's a new draft of Why Am I Here? thanks to Righthand Stomock Bryan, who added bass, backing vocals, and groovy guitar floaters.

Speaking of the Righthand Stomock, here's one of the songs he recorded last week: Toe Jam of the Devil. As its subject matter would suggest, it's sublime.

Tuesday, April 11, 2006

Day 4 Status

Three songs written, one recorded, another with a rough guitar track down (that may or may not work in the light of mornin'). So I'm one lyric and 2.25 recordings behind schedule on day four.

Onward pagan soldiers.

Monday, April 10, 2006

Recording 1: Why Am I Still Here?

Day three: two songs written, one recorded to my low standards.

Why Am I Here?

Got titles you want made into songs? Post 'em in the comments.

Saturday, April 08, 2006

Song 2: A Foundation in the Blues

I'm not much of a rebel.
I don't own no blue suede shoes.
I've got one thing in common with rock & roll:
a foundation in the blues.

I don't know much about drugs.
Sex scares me through and through.
I've got one thing in common with rock & roll:
a foundation in the blues.

Doo-wop won't admit me.
I can't ride the New Wave.
I'm more Elmo than Emo.
And Christian Rock makes me feel unsaved.
I can't afford the Grunge wardrobe.
The same thing goes for Goth.
I'd try to ride on the Jam Rock line,
but I know I'd just want off.

I've never choked on vomit,
despite all the chunks I blew.
I've got one thing in common with rock & roll:
a foundation in the blues.

I've got one thing in common with rock & roll:
a foundation in the blues.

Song 1: Why Am I Still Here?

I said I'd find another job.
Tender my resignation.
I planned my moves. I told my friends.
Then I cashed another paycheck.
I said I'd quit when I had savings,
when I paid my student loans.
I'd flick 'em the finger
out the driver's window,
once I could afford a car.

So why
am I

still at the law firm?

I said I'd quit when I made partner.
Tender my resignation.
I planned my moves. I told my friends.
Then I cashed another paycheck.
I said I'd quit and buy a boat,
when I'd put away the cash.
An aquatic blender
and those styrofoam things,
so I could drink without fear of sinking.

So why
am I

still at the law firm?

7 Songs In 7 Days?

Yes, that's right. I'm going to write and record seven songs this week. Watch the quality, already at local Chinese take-out levels, reach as-yet-unanalogized depths.

Wish me luck. Listen along if you wish. I may even post multiple drafts of each "tune" to maximize your suffering.

Wheee.

Sunday, April 02, 2006