Grandma Melonhead

I gave myself a 2 hour challenge and came up with this. Well, okay, I rerecorded the vocals the following day.

Recorded this one a while back but only just got around to fixing the mix. Now I oughta get around to recording the proper words for the second chorus — Oops! Cant seem to find them now that I’m looking! Damn.

Take me
with you
to a party, that’s something to do.
Now I’m sorry
you’re such a dick to me.
Everything you said
was way way over my head.
I cant keep up with you
you make me feel so dumb
you make me feel brand new.

Outside. No more
clever stories your friends are all bores
alone I spot a girl
Lying in a puddle of gin

???
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I’ve been too busy for the past month to put up any new songs. Not because I haven’t recorded any but because I haven’t finished any. This one I did a month ago and was holding on to until I found some time to progress it, but I got tired of waiting.

You are a dot there below.
I sit back neasous
nearly vertical
in the air.
Now I cant see you anymore.

This is an old recording that I have here resung, remixed and rejigged. I always liked it but the original melody as sung was a bit of an “estimate”. If you heard the original, I apologise.

Fairly happy with the sound of the guitars here, which was odd because they sounded awful through my amp in the room. To me, getting good recorded guitar sounds is alchemy. What often happens is I get the git sounding great in the room and then it sounds like crap on playback. Further, the same guitar and amp with the same settings might sound completely different on 2 different days. Is this humidity… tubes… ? I’ve never known.

This is another song I wrote on vacation in France this last summer.

I was thinking about how many of my songs I cant play for my little boy. With this one I set out to write something with the optimism and playfulness that he expects from the world and that he, and all small children, have themselves. The words were just recounting our trip to the beach that day which was pretty exciting. We took a pedal boat out to an island in the lagoon. While my boy wasn’t looking, I buried a toy in the ground and drew a quick treasure map. We only pretended to have crepes at the underwater restaurant.

Not sure about this one. When I recorded it, it seemed like just a throwaway. That is, no lyrical idea, no (initial) musical idea, just something tossed off for a bit of fun. For some reason however I quite like it. Is it just me?

I’ve done a number of vaguely country songs over the years – I’ll have to dig some of those out.

Sorry, no song this week.
I was away on vacation.
New song next Monday.

I believe this is a traditional song. I’ve heard 4 versions of it over the years.

This version here vacilates between starkly-simple and kitchen-sink-overkill. The kind of overkill that is so easy and fun these days with digital recording.

Maybe not so much has changed since we lived in the trees.

I am a monkey up in a tree
There’s lots of monkeys up here with me

Now we’re singing for you
It’s the only song we know.

I am a tycoon, blogging from my car
We all came down from the trees now here we are.

Now we’re singing for you
It’s the only song we know
It’s too late for us to go.

This recording is all wrong.
Wrong words. Wrong chords. Wrong arrangement. Yet I continued to work on it for some reason. Some nice things going on but it is all wrong.

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Inspired by a one-minute song I heard on The Homemade Hit Show. That song was called “Til The End”, by the great Sean Tully. Despite the drunken, happy (or at least melancholy) barroom sound of the inspiration, I set out to make something slow, dark and muddy. In fact, the original name of the multitrack file was “Slow muddy”. Listening to it now, I cant really figure out what the 2 songs have in common other than the word hurricane. Yet somehow, I was very driven to create this song after hearing Sean’s.