27 March 2007

my fingers smell like metal

for the first time in i-don't-know-how-long, i just spent two straight hours playing the guitar. it had been so long, in fact, that i spent the two hours in question trying to relearn how to play all the songs on they're more afriad of you than you are of them. so now i can play them again, slightly less well than i could a year ago. i'm a schmuck.

i'm removed enough from it now to admit to you that i've never been happy with the way a lot of things on that record came out. bits and pieces of songs, mostly. but basically all of a viking's funeral drives me crazy. i got overzealous and i got carried away trying to make a song rock hard with a programmed rhythm section and a lot of compression and reverb. but truthfully (and you're just going to have to take my word for it for now) it sounds much much nicer on an acoustic guitar. maybe with a real piano, too.

which brings me to some exciting, albeit slightly speculative, news. rob, the ivory tickling of whom you can hear in i spin forever and scutigera coleoptrata is moving to new york city from san francisco in june. i can't promise much since we've only talked a little bit about it, but i'd be lying if i said i wasn't excited at the chance to play again alongside one of the most talented, intuitive musicians i've ever had the pleasure of knowing. allow me to elaborate: both the keyboard parts mentioned above were recorded in about three takes. i brought a portable recorder out to the piano rehearsal rooms back at brown university, told him what chords to play and slapped some headphones on him, and the rest is history.

so, if he can find any time for me when he's not engrossed in his theoretical physics phd program (show off), well, it'll be pretty cool. i'd love to record some songs with him in which the piano is more than a pretty afterthought. stay tuned.

also. it's the time of year now on new york where the sun is right in my eyes as i make my way home from work on long island back to brooklyn. it's probably for the best that everybody slows way down since nobody can see, but it also means it takes me forever to get home and i have a lot of time to think about things. this evening a lyric from a song sean was working on a while back kept popping into my head: "the sun's in my eyes, interstate 95..." i should make him play that for me again. we can make something of that.

if you can't tell, i'm really thinking seriously again about playing music. it's about time.

oh shit! i almost forgot the whole reason i started writing this post, which was to tell you that if you're around new york, endless mike and the beagle club are playing on thursday (that's the 29th) at a really cool bar in bushwick called goodbye blue monday. sean and i will be there.

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01 August 2006

done but not finished

well, i did it. the kazoo thing. it came out okay. you'll have the "final" version of "a viking's funeral" in a week or two, once i've played it back to myself about 1000 times.

i feel like i'm admitting defeat on this one, though. when i wrote it, with this collection of songs in mind, it was going to be my favorite out of all of them. and now, well, it's on there.

i don't mean to undersell it. for all i know it still might be your favorite. it's certainly the biggest and loudest. and i'm quite partial to certian sections of it. but you never heard the way it sounded in my head. fucking symphonic. and now, now there's a kazoo part.

i'd be lying though if i said i wasn't excited to be finally putting it to rest. bigger and better things and all that. i might even have written a new song today. it's been too long since that's happened.


27 July 2006

kazoo solo ftw

dude i think i figured it out. i think i figured out how to finish "a viking's funeral." and it will involve kazoo. i have a pretty nice kazoo that i bought at shades plus in providence* when we were goofing around so many moons ago recording "scutigera coleoptrata." but i really liked the way it ended up sounding. and now that i know what i'm doing recording things, well, i just think it's going to work. i am going to play the shit out of that kazoo. i'll keep you posted.

* i cannot believe that place has a website.

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22 July 2006

it's like riding a bike

at the behest my little bro, we've been doing some light demo recording of the song we've been working on that he mostly wrote but that we've been rewriting together. it's still a long, long way from done. but it's sounding pretty ok.

it's nice to have someone to make you do shit when it seems that lately if you had to rely on your own motivation you wouldn't get very far. and it's nice to be getting back into a routine of playing and singing at least a little bit every night.

the last song to be completed for they're more afraid of you... is "a viking's funeral," which if you've been following along for a very long time you've probably heard a version or two of already. i kept thinking it was done and posting it and then listening and thinking otherwise and taking it back down.

the last thing it needs is a synth part that i just don't know how to do. it's a tiny thing, too. but now that i've decided i need it i won't be happy without it. so umm...i'm working on it. but it might be a while.

change gears. i wrote before about last.fm. it has totally turned me on my ear. i check it obsessively to see what other people are listening to. i spend a bunch of time listening to awesome shit like springsteen and the smiths and endless mike and the beagle club so that people who see my profile will know that i love good things. it's a pretty awesome way to flex your e-nuts. so yeah. one more reminder from me to sign up for last.fm. it lets you do rad shit like this:


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10 July 2006

i am late to this party

have you tried last.fm? sure, you've heard of it. sure, you've seen it come up on google searches when you're looking for lyrics once in a while. but have you tried it? i never had until today. and i'm hooked instantly. basically you install a tiny plugin into your media player and it keeps a running tally of everything you listen to for all the world to see. combine that with a social networking infrastructure ala myspace and you've got yourself a recipe for e-crack unlike any other.

i have been checking out the recommendations of people who like the same songs as me and monitoring the playlists of my two friends all evening. it may sound stupid. it is stupid. but it's also awesome. and i haven't even tried out most of the cool features on there yet. but the neat thing is that the more you use it the more data it has so not only do you percieve it to be cooler as you come to understand it more, it actually evolves into a cooler service the more you feed it. like little shop of horrors.

anyway. if you already use it or if i've convinced you to give it a shot, why not add me as your little friend? here's my profile (which is pretty empty still).

the only downside is now i find myself thinking twice before i put on my hulk hogan record for the millionth time. you never know who's silently judging you.

but i'm going to find ways to integrate this into the watchedpots site, i think. mostly because i'm a huge dork. and as soon as i finish "a viking's funeral" the entire album will be posted up there for all to tear apart and maybe for one or two to like.


30 June 2006

the shower scene

a few days ago my friend chris sent me a link to another youtube video of a giant centipede in action. write one song about centipedes and you're branded for life as the centipede guy. too bad i didn't write a song about hot fudge sundaes. anyway. this one wasn't as awful as the last one because it spared the gore, but it still was enough to give me nightmares. in this one, the thing just pulls a son-of-a-bitch fruit bat out of the goddamn sky. a flying creature! is there nothing grosser in the world.

this morning i pulled back the shower curtain after a nice shower. and i grabbed my towel and i started working on my flowing locks. and i felt something on my leg. could just be a water drip. but it was moving up. water drops don't move up. so instinctively, before i even looked down, i jerked my leg to jaunce whatever evil-incarnate was traversing my limb. and then i saw him, flying from my leg, out of the tub, and onto the bathroom floor. he hit the ground running and was gone in a flash. but it was unmistakable. that was a centipede. boy howdy. straight out of the nightmares i've been having since i watched the video. only smaller.

we meet again, old friend. not if i see you first.

in other news, i'm dropping the axe on "doctor, these headaches." it will not be on the record. because i haven't even started it yet and i'm still not sure how it's going to go and because thematically it'll fit better with the newer stuff i've been writing anyway. so it's not disappearing, it's just going back into the incubator. that leaves one song to finish before i can say this record is done and just wash my hands of it. and it's close, friends. oh so very close. and it's about time, since i just realized i started talking about it over a year ago.

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08 April 2006

if you don't ask me out to dinner i don't eat.

in the artwork for the airbag / how am i driving? ep radiohead has a whole bunch of neat stuff. it's one of my all time favorite album artworks. it's formatted like a product questionnaire, i guess, only next to each checkbox are these sentences. my favorite is the one that says "if you don't ask me out to dinner i don't eat."

i've been told more than once (and sometimes incredulously) that my songs are all about girls. well, i guess mostly that's true. it's not on purpose though. it's just that i can't really help it. i'm not a great songwriter. i can't write a song about a party or a weeklong bender or a baseball game or a turtle crossing a highway. i do seem to be able to put thoughts down about girls once in a while though. i don't know why i beat myself up over it. lots of people can only write well about one thing. you have to be a real genius like springsteen or wesley willis (rip) to write songs about whatever you want.

but nothing i've ever written really sums it up as nicely as that one sentence.

it's a big city, new york. you can go out and you can meet new people every single night, if you want. and you can make small talk and you can buy drinks and you can get phone numbers and dance until 5am, if you want. this sea is full of fish with spikey heels and designer jeans and haircuts that cost more than my first guitar. fish are cold blooded.

last night i stayed up late screaming into a microphone to try to finish "a viking's funeral" and i did finish it but then my computer crashed before i saved. that song has gotten too big. too many tracks, too many layers. my computer really can't handle it. but i'm not willing to compromise. i might be buying a really fast computer soon.

i don't predict it'll be anyone's favorite song. it sure as hell isn't mine. but i've got a sound in my head and i'm not stopping until i've made it happen. an excercise in excercise.

some cool things have happened for me lately that i haven't really mentioned on here.

when you sit down to write but you don't know what to write about, i guess it comes out looking something like this.

a long while back i mentioned developing some old rolls of film i still have lying around. well, i finally did the first couple. taken circa 2002.

it's not super easy to tell, but this is a picture of how someone (we never did find out who) puked behind my friend victor's door all over his jeans. it's funny how you can forget all about something until you see a picture to remind you. that was so gross.


31 March 2006

ready set go

hey. i'm writing from the studio that record in. i'll be hopefully finishing "a viking's funeral" tonight (at least the recording part of it). assuming my voice holds up. this song promises to be more demanding than most others and i'm still recovering from something. but i'm going to give it my all. we'll see how it goes.

last night on the subway i saw an old couple sleeping on each other in knit hats and full winter garb. it was like 60 (fahrenheit) in new york last night. they looked so tired. so instead of just practicing looking tough at my reflection in the window like i usually do, i spent the ride trying to imagine their story. came here in search of the american dream from somewhere much warmer, and while they've managed to survive, it certainly hasn't been rags to riches. they don't speak english and their grandkids can barely speak their own native tongue. etc etc. very poetic.

that came out shitty because i'm distracted. i'm going to get to singing now, i guess. i set up the microphone upside down but i'm leaving it that way.

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29 March 2006

back in action

well, i'm back on track. i spent a few hours tonight recording new guitar tracks for "a viking's funeral" and it always takes a few days of listening to it before i'm sure but i've got a really good feeling about this stuff. i had to transpose the whole song up (not sure if i've mentioned this before) so i could sing it better, and that meant re-recording pretty much everything. tonight was guitars.

tonight was also the first real work i've done towards the record since something like january. and i feel gooooood. here's to hoping i crank out a bunch more before i go cold again.

if i could change one thing about my current situation, it's that i am eating a salad from a bag right now, but what i really want is a mcdonald's double cheeseburger. other than that, i'm a happy guy.


03 March 2006

in which i am an idiot

tonight for dinner i had 4 leftover hormel frozen spicy breakfast sausages and a slice of cake. then when my evening plans didn't really pan out, i decided to do something about the small flask of absinthe that's been staring at me from the top of my fridge for months and months that my friend john brought back from the czech republic for me last summer. i followed the instructions i found on wikipedia with sugar and lighting shit on fire and adding water and the whole nine yards. it still tasted unholy. i took a picture of every sip. here're some highlights:
there has never been a worse face. in the world.

tomorrow, assuming i can still see when i wake up, i'll be recording some vocals for the new version of "a viking's funeral." wish me luck.


26 February 2006

there are power lines in our blood lines

i'm sitting down and making myself write. because it's been a few days. i've missed you. this bond we share. where i tell you things and i never know whether or not you skim or you pore or whether you think i'm a waste of time or whether you know it. but i like our arrangement.

my friend cate gave my music one of the greatest compliments i think it's ever gotten the other day when she said that every time "a save situation" by the format comes on her ipod she thinks it's one of my songs at first. i don't know if you listen to the format but they're one of my favorites and that song especially (last song on the record interventions and lullabyes) is just so damn pretty. for the record, i'm at least 3 ballparks away from those guys, but i swelled up like a big bearded balloon when she said that anyway.

i did a little work on some songs this week. "a viking's funeral" (which is starting to feel like the song that refuses to be finished) has been transposed up a few steps so i can sing it bettter, and what used to be a simple piano part has been cannibalized by technology but for now i think it's sounding pretty cool. i guess eventually you'll be the judge. i think i'll set aside a day next weekend to sing the shit out of it. hopefully i'll find time during the week to lay down the new guitar part (same as the old one, only hopefully played tighter and capoed).

so what else is going on? well...a lot and not a lot, i guess. seems i've been so busy i don't have time to think lately, but not very many stories to show for it.

i'm kicking around the idea with a friend of writing a movie. a comdey, even. because we're hilarious. it'll probably never happen.

trouble finds you when you aren't looking for it. and also when you are.

i bought some new shoes. they're a little too big but i'm making them work.

pierogies and applesauce at 3am is probably one of the greatest ideas in recorded history.

i can't stop listening to the decemberists this past week or so. especially "the engine driver." which you can listen to, conveniently. right here.

ok i think that's just about enough out of me.


17 December 2005

were they all just lost in the flood?

i've spent all day so far today listening to old vinyl records. i have a totally sweet turntable that i never use and a really warm sounding old hi-fi amp that i probably paid about $10 for at a yardsale because some yahoo got himself an alpine. old speakers, etc.

the point is that everyone who says rock and roll sounds best on vinyl is 100% right. i have all these records on cd and vinyl. and they all sound better on vinyl. and if it totally doesn't break my bank, i am going to make some vinyl versions of "they're more afraid of you than you are of them" when i finally finish it. from what i hear vinyl is a specialty thing, but is affordable in small quantities. of course i haven't really done much homework on it yet.

but let's talk a bit about the record, since i don't feel like i do much of that anymore and as i've been recently reminded, that is why i started all this writing in the first place.

it's coming along. not without its share of frustration (i just shitcanned all but the drums for "a viking's funeral" so i can redo it in a different key that i can sing better), but it's coming. a song is done when i am still proud of it 2 weeks after the last time i tweaked it. and by that measure, 4/8 songs are done. of course one of those is the centipede song and it doesn't even belong on the album and it's been done for years and it'll probably just be a hidden track but who the f cares? the other three that are done are "if these walls could talk," "i spin forever," and "new york city." i haven't even started "doctor, these headaches" or "triple deke" yet. that leaves "the loudest man on the laugh track" which is the one i earlier intimated might end up sounding like a william shatner song. at this point that is still possibly the case.

in a drawer here at my desk i have about 10 rolls of undeveloped film dating as far back as my sophomore year in college (which is like 5 years ago) and some recent introspection has made me decide to get them developed. for all i know they've expired or something, but they've all been in lightproof cases and all that so i'm just going to hope for the best. the point is, there's going to be a lot on there that's going to hurt to see. but probably a lot also that'll be really nice. and since none of them are labeled, everytime i do one it'll be a surprise. i hope whether nice or not they'll move me forward with this record and with life in general. not that i'm living in the past or anything (not that far in the past anyway) but these film rolls represent to me a lot of shit i've avoided confronting for a long time. i guess i'll keep you posted.

lastly, i know i've linked you to the ex-girlfriend project about a million times by now, but he mentioned the other day how "mary, queen of arkansas" always reminded him of "kara" (who so far is unquestionably the most interesting of his ex's) and that just came on while i was typing all this. on vinyl the way it should be.

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17 October 2005

maybe we could cut someplace of our own with these drums and these guitars

i was just going through old emails in search of something, and found something else entirely different and all but forgotten. i am moved to blog*.

this is why you save love letters long after love's departure, why your closets are full of dusty shoeboxes of photographs and keepsakes. and, i guess, in this day and age, why way back in the deepest, darkest corners of your hard drive lurk the clusters of 0's and 1's that you've done your best to disremember.

there's a reason you don't just throw them away like magazines you've read and know you'll never return to. you keep these things because you know someday you might stumble across them again. and you crave that impact. like the best punch in the stomach you've ever had. but it only works if you've really forgotten.

i had written
when i was feeling especially morbid (although i remember thinking i was being poetic at the time) that life doesn't amount to much more than what people will remember about you. something about kind words at a funeral, and what an injustice it is that we don't get to attend our own. i don't remember what i wrote exactly (though from what i can remember i'm not impressed with my originality), because i didn't find what i wrote...it's long gone and it doesn't matter anyway. i found the response, from a friend with whom i've since lost touch.

today's gut-punch is brought to you by the forgotten insights of an old friend who always saw right through you and still liked you anyway.

* to use the word 'blog' as a verb is reprehensible and i am deeply sorry.


24 September 2005

everything is alright

today, on the 24th of september, i turn 24. a friend says that makes this my "golden birthday," which i suppose means it's supposed to be extra special. and so far, it has been pretty fantastic, with the real tomfoolery yet to begin in earnest.

birthdays for me have always been less a celebration of myself than a point to check my splits and make sure i'm staying on track. this year i'm not sure there is a track anymore, but if there is one i'd say i'm doing pretty ok. i'm mostly happy with my life, and after a whole year of living in new york city, it's finally starting to feel like home. and when i think about my circle of friends, i can't help but grin.

surround yourself with good people in a city full of good, cheap food-for-delivery options and even if you're broke as a joke, things will fall into place.

tonight i'll be drinking with some of the best people i know until i forget my name and i forget where i live. but they won't forget either one. i'll be fine.

i also should mention since it's a bit of a personal holiday for me but i didn't post yesterday, that yesterday was bruce springsteen's birthday. 56 years young. rock.

and thanks to my brother for finding the most disturbing picture of a really fat naked person he could and making an e-card out of it.

also, i've been meaning to tell you about something else. completely unrelated. but go read the Ex-Girlfriend Project. this guy is a pretty great writer. and the story he's telling, if you're like me, will keep you pretty enthralled. it's honestly to the point where one of the first things i do in the morning is check if this guy has put up anything new. start at the beginning and get caught up. you won't be sorry.

and thanks to everyone who's been listening to "a viking's funeral" and giving me feedback (publicly and privately). especially thanks to a few superduper people who have told all their friends to listen, too. you guys give my heart wings.


20 September 2005

don't pull the trigger, squeeze the trigger

i took the plunge and posted "a viking's funeral" today. i've been working my ass off on it for a while now, and i guess i just started to feel like i was making it worse instead of better, so it's up there now for a very tiny fraction of the world to hear and judge.

if you are super-fan-numero-uno you've already heard a demo of this song. it sounds way better now, so give another listen or two.

it's at all three of the usual music sites, all of which stream mp3's differently. for some reason it sounds like pottycrap on purevolume, so i'd recommend myspace or pulverradio instead.

here's the deal:
i really want to know what you think of this one. you can get in touch with me about a million different ways, just pick one and go. you can leave a comment here on this post, or you can email me (watchedpots-at-nyc.rr.com), or you can leave a comment right on the myspace or pulverradio page. even if you hate it. especially if you hate it. thanks dude.


02 August 2005

all my bags are packed, i'm ready to go

i made the text on this page justified. normally, that would be the highlight of my week. but this is no normal week. i leave thursday morning for san francisco, to hang out with some old friends from school, and hopefully to come back in one piece a week later.

here are a few things i'm looking forward to:
  • beer
  • that big bridge they have in that city
  • that crazy jail you can see from the bridge
here are some things i'm not so much looking forward to:
  • flying out of jfk airport at 7:15 am
  • coming back to parking tickets on my car
  • 10,000 phone calls from work when shit goes wrong and i'm not there
all in all though, it should be a great time.

and now, so that i can claim this post had something to do with the music:

i'm going to wait until after my trip to post "a viking's funeral" because i think it's done but i'm just not sure yet so i want to mull it over for a while and probably listen to it on my ipod a million times on the plane.


27 July 2005

katie please don't hang up the phone

so let the record show i've been diligently working on "a viking's funeral" and it's getting much closer to being presentable. i keep talking about it because it sounds so good in my head, and i'm so excited about it, but the process of bringing it to life the way i want to has been way harder for this one than for others.

my major fear now is that i'll finally get it to where i want it to be, post it, and then you'll think it's overproduced, or in some other way potty. but yeah, i'm only a little worried about that.

keep checking back here, it should be ready in just a few days. or join the mailing list to the right, and you'll be the very first to know.

oh and i almost forgot. this had me laughing so hard today i cried.


24 July 2005

quick like a bunny

yo. so today i was in the shower and a lyric kinda came to me so i jumped out (the shower still skeeves me out a bit anyway, see below) to write it down. next thing i know it's about 2 hours later and I've got a song completely written and a demo of it recorded.

now granted the lyrics may change a little bit, and the recording sucks, but i'm kinda proud of it. it's got a last-song-on-the-record feel to it, and i think you might like it. it's called "new york city" and you're encouraged to listen to it and tell your friends about it and listen some more. i'll probably only leave it up for a few days, until i get a better version of "a viking's funeral" finished, at which point i'll be putting that back up.

it's available to listen to at all the usual places: pulverradio, myspace, and purevolume.

ps: i did a lot of work on the rest of this site this weekend, just making it look better and shit. take a look around. it's more...elegant.

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20 July 2005

if the silence takes you then i hope it takes me too

tonight i stayed super late at work and resang the vocals for "a viking's funeral" in the office where it's nice and quiet. forget about how 3 of my bosses walked in on me singing in a closet sized room with my eyes closed. it was after hours. the point is, i'll have a new version of that song posted soon and if you ask me it sounds about 50 million times better. i'm taking the other one down now, and i'll post the new version in a few days once i've convinced myself i don't need to change it again. i'm trying not to be in such a hurry all the time to put up shit i end up not being happy with.

and holy crap. have you heard the new death cab for cutie song? it's good.


19 July 2005

summer is overrated

holy moly...it's been almost a week since i put up any news on this bad boy here. truth is, not much to report, on the music front. i've been playing a bit, working on a few new songs, trying to rework some others. as i should have known i would do, i've decided i'm overwhelmingly unhappy with the vocals on "a viking's funeral" so that'll be redone quite soon. in the meantime you can still listen to the old one, but do so with the knowledge in mind that the vocals are shite and i'll be redoing them. and also with the knowledge that i'm posting this in my underwear because it's a million goddamn degrees in new york tonight.


11 July 2005

so let's play doctor babe

a while back i met this kid named nick who was pretty cool. he directs music videos. long story short, he asked me if i wanted to be in this shoot of his, so i was like yeah ok. it was like an 11 hour day of shooting and lifting this dead-weight girl up ten thousand times, for a 4 min clip. but it was totally fun.

anyway, the video's finished now, so you can watch it if you want. i play the french maid. no, i'm kidding. i'm the doctor. the guys in rufio were pretty cool. and notice how freakin' strong i am to lift up the bass player over my head near the end. goddamn i rule.

but just because i am posting again don't think you're off the hook to go listen to "a viking's funeral" about a million more times. do it here, here, and here. come on people, show me you care. i put the lyrics up in the music section in case anyone's keeping track.

note: even though i couldn't help naming this post what i named it...senses fail is everything that is wrong with emo music. and you can tell them i said so. actually no wait don't.


09 July 2005

a viking's funeral - demo

yo. so i got up early today, played music for 12 hours, and it's done. the demo, that is, of the song i've been talking about forever. so far only my brother's heard it, but he said "shit man. this is HOT" so that's pretty cool.

here's the deal: i don't have a bass in this apt so there's no bass part. and my computer crapped out in the 11th hour (literally) so the ending is kinda lackluster because i was just trying to finish it without exploding this thing. and i only had about 2 tries at the vocals for the same reason, so give me a freakin' break.

as for the piano (see the entry below) i practiced it a whole lot, and played it about 10 times before i got it right. listen to it though, it's such a simple thing. next i'll try to learn to play with two hands and all my fingers.

ok, enough babble. listen to it here or here and let me know what you think of it. i think i'm going back to bed.

now would be a great time to join the mailing list if you haven't yet.


26 June 2005


i went up to providence this weekend to see some old friends and to see monty's fan club (or i guess it's just monty now) play their cd release show. those guys are so f-ing good. they had the cranston youth chamber choir on stage with them for a song. unfortunately, the sound was kinda dismal, but a lot of kids came out, and people all seemed to have a good time regardless. i also got to see the lingo play, which is another great band from providence, and some of the guys from zox were in the audience and they rule too. none of these bands have heard of watched pots.

i also spent some time noodling around with guitars and reverb and vocal delays with my friend chris, who is a bit of a mad-scientist genius when it comes to producing cool sounds. it was my first time in a while messing around (musically) with someone else and i think it did me a world of good. driving back to new york i thought of what "a viking's funeral" is missing, and now i just need to find a way to make it happen (too bad it's not just a kazoo part).

and, i got some ny system hot weiners (this is a providence exclusive). if you ever get out to providence, make sure to find a place that sells these and eat a bunch of them. i'd been craving them for months, and two days after having them, i already crave again.

so yeah, good weekend. quite good.

ohmygod i almost forgot to tell you. there was a centipede in my shower today when i got back to queens. a big one. rock.


20 June 2005

and that frankly will not fly

it's really hard being a guy who likes to write songs and record songs, but not being a guy who can play lots of instruments or has a band. i attribute the fact that there've been no new songs posted to my frustration with my lack of ability to play the following instruments: the piano, the drums.

i recorded "a viking's funeral" the other day on acoustic guitar, and just wasn't happy with how it came out. it needs piano. i am stymied. now, eventually, i can usually find a creative way around my inabilities, but this time i'd really like to just have some skillful piano playing, instead of some crazy shit i come up with on a radio shack keyboard through some effects pedals.

in other news, i had an eventful weekend. i partied at the waldorf-astoria, hurt my back, saw some old faces (accompanied by new faces, emo), and saw batman beat up some ninjas. also, i recieved a mix cd this weekend, which marks the first time in years that somebody's taken time out of their day to put together songs for me...and it was right on. which is nice.


01 June 2005

a viking's funeral

i have a song that's really close to done and i'm hoping to demo it this weekend. it'll be called "a viking's funeral" and it'll blow your friggin' mind.

when i say i hope to demo it, i mean i hope to play acoustic guitar and sing it and let you imagine what it might sound like fully produced someday.

so yeah...i figured if i posted this today, i might feel compelled to hold myself to it and sit down and record it this weekend. we'll see how that ends up going. wish me luck...

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