Showing posts with label my music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label my music. Show all posts
Monday, April 12, 2010
One More Dance Before I Lose You
Finally finished the instrumental from a couple of days back.
One More Dance Before I Lose You - Vestry of Mil
Saturday, April 3, 2010
It's a week of cover songs, courtesy of Vestry of Mil
I've always been really infatuated with this ditty from a little-known emo band called The Hang Ups. It was featured in the Kevin Smith classic, Chasing Amy. It was really fun tying this all together for you... I hope you enjoy.
Jump Start (The Hang Ups cover) - Vestry of Mil
I wish it had been just 'April Fools'
Bad news knocked on my door. Hopefully, I'll be back on my feet again soon. I'm feeling like I'm missing out on the festivities; it will be a weekend spent at home. I'm going to try to stay excited for Monday's Pirates' Opening Day and Midlake concert, but an errand I will most definitely have to run...
The only good news to share with you all is that I've begun the launch for a new music project, myself. So far, they are just 'bedroom' recordings. It has a name. Vestry of Mil. Many new songs have and will be written. More on that at a later date...
I probably should've just slept in, but there is so much pertinent information to acquire. And, there are so much therapeutic music to listen to.
I hope this Easter weekend treats you better than it will treat me...
Everytime I'm With You (feat. Jason Lytle) - Danger Mouse & Sparklehorse
The Owl of Love - Clogs
Strangers (Kinks cover) - Vestry of Mil
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Friday, March 26, 2010
Ten Years
Yesterday marked ten years since I first fell in love...
I felt a little inspired by it.
Wrote a song.
Enjoy.
Kingdom of One
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Sault Ste Marie
'cool, the same me
pocket fallen through the floor
cool, the same me
flashing on the muddy water...'
Sault Ste Marie
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Two New Tracks
I'm off on a Saturday, it almost feels like a weekend to me.
Here are a couple of new tracks, have at them.
No Former
Dumb Ideas
Here are a couple of new tracks, have at them.
No Former
Dumb Ideas
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Curry is asleep on my bed.
There are some six inches or so of snow coming our way out here in Western Pennsylvania. I'm off from work tomorrow, so I think that I'll spend the day recording some new stuff and probably heading to the bar later on to shoot some pool.
I'm having trouble figuring out what to do with some of these instrumental pieces that I've been gathering. If I can get them down a little cleaner, I may be able to work with them. I'll throw them up periodically. Right now, I'm running through a few short-term goals for the next 24 hours--being that I'll probably consider myself 'snowed-in'. I'm gonna stay up for awhile (drinking canned beer) and work some ideas around. I'm aiming to wake up by 9am.
I hope the buses are running tomorrow, it would give me some motivation to leave the house if I want to. A few errands aside, I'll have plenty of time to devote to the guitar, and maybe, Bukowski. I finished 'Factotum' a couple of weeks back, and I'm in the middle of 'Women'.
I think everybody went to bed early. And, I'm pretty sure that the kitty is all 'played-out'.
I put one of the acoustic ditties up, check it out. I have some work (play) to get done for now. Until then...
Gathering Branches
Song for Katarina
Picture streets of Vienna as you're comin' down,
Wet your hair from the gutter that's flooding around us
Castles built from sand--we're not safe and sound...
Careful so you don't get your heart caught inside
The door's shutting behind us; you need a pep talk
Your love is surfacing--we're not safe and sound.
We don't get up early--we stay up late
Nothing gets handed to us, we have to wait for
The call of love to sound--as it makes its way
Through the comedy of nothing.
Wet your hair from the gutter that's flooding around us
Castles built from sand--we're not safe and sound...
Careful so you don't get your heart caught inside
The door's shutting behind us; you need a pep talk
Your love is surfacing--we're not safe and sound.
We don't get up early--we stay up late
Nothing gets handed to us, we have to wait for
The call of love to sound--as it makes its way
Through the comedy of nothing.
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