Rhymes With Love |
Two ukes and a bass. Recorded on the front porch on the sunniest day so far. Getting over a cold. Why do I always sing sick? Otherwise this was cake. Song wrote itself when I wasn't looking.
Posted by on Mon, 06 Apr 2009 21:39:00 GMT |
Bicycle Jail |
So there's this rabbit who lives in our apartment, and he likes to hang out in the corner where we keep our bikes. When he peers out from behind the spokes, he appears to be in jail. That's all.
Posted by on Wed, 31 Dec 2008 16:05:00 GMT |
unknownish |
Wrote this little pseudo-worksong several years ago, at a point when I was feeling kind of uninspired, and was inspired to make up a song about uninspiration. Oh, it all just eats itself, no? The word...
Posted by on Wed, 31 Dec 2008 15:59:00 GMT |
Fight Suit |
'Lectric and 'coustic ukes, washtub bass, hitting stuff and chanting, mostly.Recorded this deep in the throes of a debilitating headcold, in no condition to fight anyone.My pal Nathan and I write a lo...
Posted by on Tue, 11 Mar 2008 12:58:00 GMT |
Cutterlover |
Electric uke, bass, drum machine, yelling.
Coupla years ago my friend Mike and I had this plan to make a CD under the guise of a fake band which would sorta be the Spinal Tap of emo. Funny, right? Wel...
Posted by on Tue, 26 Feb 2008 06:25:00 GMT |
I Just Came |
Uke, bass, singing, snapping.Also did some subpar slide uke. I don't own a slide, so I used an outoftune harmonica. Hey, you don't want me blowin' on that thing.This is a vindictive and violent I...
Posted by on Sun, 24 Feb 2008 06:29:00 GMT |
Djangos Thumb |
Two reg'lar ukes plus one banjo uke. Washtub bass. (Or my own version thereof; the two-string trashbassket).Played a trio of drinking glasses with chopsticks.Threw a microphone in the oven and be...
Posted by on Wed, 06 Feb 2008 18:23:00 GMT |
