Friday, October 9, 2009
Now Listening: Paper Route
Friday, March 20, 2009
Now Listening: Elliot Smith
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Now Listening: The Bronx
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Now Listening: Led Zepplin
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Now Listening: Coldplay
To start things off, let's put this is big capital letters... I AM GETTING AN EP! Finally it is happening! A very late night of looking up local recording studios resulted in an AMAZING find. His name is Patrick Crecelius, and he happens to be, and I quote, "a jack of all trades". Not only will Mr. Crecelius be engineering the adventure, but he will also be filling in some MAJOR parts of instrumentation my music lacks. With his degree from Berkley, in music production, and engineering, I have a great deal of faith that this endeavor will be very fruitful. To top of this sundae of miracles, I know he is a good musician, seeing as end turns out, my FATHER was his music educator. Small world, I know. So I am now scrambling to get a set list of songs, and tighten up all the loose parts of any songs. It's craziness. But I know for certain that this song below (YES A NEW SONG!) Will be debuted on the EP. So go ahead and take a peak at the lyrics. I will keep everyone posted on the lists, and any further developments.
A Song Of Unity
Was it luck, or a miracle?
That made the oil last all those nights? Or was it a lie?
And is was love that made someone
Commit suicide on a cross, to save my life?
I don’t know, I don’t know…
And is it just life
For someone to throw their
Hopes and dreams away for a suit and tie?
And is it recreation to play video games where everyone dies?
I don’t know, I don’t know…
So slow it down for me.
I don’t know who I need to be.
Why don’t you slow it down for me?
Do you have the answers that I can’t see?
And is the love that I have, or the faith that I lack,
Or a bit of the both that makes me who I am?
And do we own anything,
Or is it just gifts, From something bigger than
You or me, I don’t know…
Who really know any of these things?
This is a song of unity.
Cause no one really knows these things.
This is a song of unity.
This is a song of unity,
Can’t you see that we need each other.
Cause no one really knows these things,
Without out one another.
Slow it down for us.
Can’t you see what we see?
Slow it down for us.
You don’t have the answers that we need.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Now Listening: Sibelius' Violin Concerto in D Minor (1st Movement)
I have been very ill for the past couple days, so headway on anything at all has seemed to seise. Although, I did write a song. I think it could be the song I am most surprised by, and proud of. And didn't record it seeing as I have no voice for singing. But I assure you, soon. I will have it up soon.
To: Many People Whom I Won't Mention, From: Me
Do you think it’s the worst thing that you’ve done?
That you met her, and that you met her on the alter?
And now you’ll die, go and die, but will He save you?
Are you scared? Are you scared that he won’t?
I don’t really wanna know…
All those nights that you cried, you were perfect.
You are perfect, the best thing I had.
You stood up, you tried you best, no one knew,
You were perfect, and crying,
I can’t stop knowing, It was my fault.
Will Mary take your hand? Do you know it for sure now?
Or are we all little pieces, of something, together
Together, or all apart?
Little pieces, at the bottom of a lake,
Will He save you? I don’t know if I should know.
I know you regret it, taking her hand,
Holding her tight, letting her go,
But I’m sure damn glad that you did,
I begin to understand now,
I’m so lucky, damn, I’m so lucky.
We were dancing on rooftops,
I pushed you, I pushed you off,
And you fell, of so far,
But you found a new roof top,
I’ve felt so bad, broken one too many roof tops.
Now I have my solid ground.
It’s not a poem, it’s your life.
It’s your fucking life. I’m so sorry.
She was perfect too.
There is nothing I can do.
I’m so sorry. Damn, I’m so lucky.
Jeffery Trees, and crucifixes.
I only hear her breath when the wind hisses.
You moved too far away, no one loves New Mexico
She misses you, please come home.
Please know, that I’m sorry, that I couldn’t stay,
And yes, it was a mistake
And who are you? You beneath that rib cage?
Behind this sternum, where something beats?
You are alive, and always in hiding,
But only from yourself. I pray for you, but to whom,
I do not know.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Now Listening: Lisa Hannigan
I don't know if you can swim or if the sea has any draw for you if you're better in the morning or when the sun goes down I'd like to talk to you I don't know if you can dance if the thought ever occurred to you if you eat what you've been given or push it round your plate still I'd like to cook for you all the same, I would want to, I am game,
If you walk my way and I could keep my head we could creep away in the dark or maybe not, we could shoot it down anyway.
I don't know if you read novels or the magazines if you love the hand that feeds you I assume that your heart's been bruised I know I'd like to know you you don't know if I can draw at all or what records I am into if I sleep like a spoon or rarely at all or maybe you would do? maybe you would do
if I walk your way I will keep my head we will feel our way through the dark though I don't know you I think that I would do I don't fall easy at all
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Now Listening: Greg Laswell
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Now Listening: Iron and Wine
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Now Listening: Vega 4/ We The Living
Monday, February 16, 2009
Now Listening: Ray LaMontagne/ Now Watching: Law And Order SVU

Only 4 more days until the show! And I sure am excited! The CD process is moving very slow, many technical difficulties. But I will have some by the show! "My word is my bond"-Peter Banning (Hook). And also the photo up above is my new flyer that I will be handing out at the show!
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Now Listening: The Avalanches

