New Song - "Look Me Up"

This is a real rough idea that I threw together tonight. Concept: Angel on your left shoulder / devil on your right shoulder. I'll need to go back and rework the lyrics, but this is the general idea.

p.s. I'm real into the banjos lately.

p.p.s. I was singing reallllly quietly.

Look Me Up (click link to listen)
Who do you think you are
Come walkin' in here like you done own the place
A man like you shaves only one side of his face
A man like you
A man like you has got a few tricks up his sleeve
You don't hesitate when you pull out that little black book
You just call right on, call me
Look, look me up
Look me up

Looked you up in my little black book
Look me up, look me up
Gettin' lonely down here
Just need someone to call me dear
Look me up, look me up
Look me up, look me up
I know a man like you has got a few tricks up his sleeve
Pull out that little black book when you look me up

New Song - "Your Sweetest Cliché"

In an effort to jog my writer's block, I attempted something a little different tonight. I'm not so sure that I like it, but it was a fun exploration in a slightly different direction.

Your Sweetest Cliché (click to listen)
Take your pen, take your paper
Take your pen, take your paper
Take your pen, take your paper
I want to be your sweetest cliché
I want to be

February Album Writing Month

I can't believe I actually finished! A few of the final tracks were just half-formed ideas (one doesn't even have a demo yet), but I finished!

14 songs in 29 22 days (I started late)

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My first day volunteering at the local radio station, I had the opportunity to watch someone sort the mail. OH MY GOD THEY GET SO MUCH MAIL. This is just a teensy little community radio station in the Midwest, guys. This is not Clear Channel. This is not Sony BMG. This is not even Saddle Creek, but there were like ten zillion CDs and some of them had posters or cutesy little gifts and they were all very professional-looking and, dudes, with the exception of R.E.M., I had never heard of any of these people.

It felt kind of overwhelming-- all of these artists just floating out in the abyss, unheard; their labor of love dumped unceremoniously in a cardboard box in the storage room of some community radio station.

I mentioned recently that a friend of mine put one of my songs on a mix CD. My initial thought was: "You can do that?" As if music is only music if it's handed down by a record company with slick packaging and downloadable ringtones.

My experience with FAWM has only succeeded in broadening my views further-- I've discovered songs through that site that I love every bit as much as the newest Panda Bear or Cold War Kids. This is music, too, and it feels real and it feels accessible.

Anyway, these thoughts are a bit disjointed, but I just wanted to write something about that.