Andrew Russe

I struggled to get this thing completed. I’ve been sat on it for weeks, finished, debating whether I was really prepared to let it go.

I loved the song when I wrote it, inspired by a wonderful week at the end of September. But the recording hasn’t come out quite like I planned… I dunno…read more

This one’s a bit of a ponderous beastie.

It can be whatever you want it to be. For me, it’s got a lot to do with Sunday 18th June 1815.

Cold - A A J Russe

Your wagon-train
Is out of danger
And of course you never lie
Not to a stranger

How many times must we pull on…read more

This song’s going on 32 years old…
Some 12 years older than I was when I wrote it!!

I borrowed the title from one of my favourite madrigals, The Silver Swan by Orlando Gibbons:

“The silver swan who living hath no note, when death approached, unlocked her silent throat. Leaning her breast…read more

I wasn’t going to post this - it’s the original demo that the finished version is based on. This is the same lead vocal and resonator part that’s on the full version - no EQ or anything, just the naked tracks. There’s two bars of silence before verse 2, around 2.06, left there because I was expecting…read more

Here’s a new one. Well, a new old one, actually… And a bit different than the last one!

Something old, something new, something borrowed, and, er, something blue…

Nobody Loves You - A A J Russe

Nobody loves you
Like you really want them to
Nobody needs you
For the…read more

Minnesota Coffee Table Series

Written by Mike Rudquist and Greg Connor. Performed and recorded around my coffee table.

Colleen Dillon, Mark Lofgren, Mike Rudquist, Greg Connor

I sent Mike a rough idea of the first two…read more

Minnesota Coffee Table Series

This song is more fun than substance. Recorded at the end of the evening featuring the glow of an empty bottle of wine.

Mark Lofgren, Colleen Dillon, Mike Rudquist, Greg Connor

We’re still short a few lyrics, so feel free to suggest some.

Synths are meant to represent the fast beating heart of the technological city, with its busy trains and industrious people. The breathing is life, and the cheerful keyboard is supposed to be the fun and excitement of life in a city with a flourishing music scene. The vox voice I interpreted…read more

That beer on the table yours or mine?
I only left the room for a short time.
If you’ve gone and switched them I’m gonna be sad,
Cos that beer was the best one that I ever had.

Don’t drink my beer, you hear?
I’m counting to 4 just to make myself clear.
Eins, zwei, drei und vier,
You say…read more

Because your TV is killing you slowly.

Minnesota Coffee Table Series

Written by Mike Rudquist and Greg Connor. Performed and recorded around my coffee table.

Colleen Dillon, Mark Lofgren, Mike Rudquist, Greg Connor

I sent Mike a rough idea of the first two…read more

Minnesota Coffee Table Series

This song is more fun than substance. Recorded at the end of the evening featuring the glow of an empty bottle of wine.

Mark Lofgren, Colleen Dillon, Mike Rudquist, Greg Connor

We’re still short a few lyrics, so feel free to suggest some.

Synths are meant to represent the fast beating heart of the technological city, with its busy trains and industrious people. The breathing is life, and the cheerful keyboard is supposed to be the fun and excitement of life in a city with a flourishing music scene. The vox voice I interpreted…read more

That beer on the table yours or mine?
I only left the room for a short time.
If you’ve gone and switched them I’m gonna be sad,
Cos that beer was the best one that I ever had.

Don’t drink my beer, you hear?
I’m counting to 4 just to make myself clear.
Eins, zwei, drei und vier,
You say…read more

So I was locked in the broom-cupboard, checking out some old songs that need recording.

I’d just picked one and then suddenly this thing came out of nowehere. It started with one of those guitarist doodles that other musicians love so much at rehearsals.

That doodle became the intro to…read more

New one from me. It’s ended up as a bit of a “crying into yer beer at Bob’s Country Bunker” sort of song lol…

I’ve been sat on these lyrics in some form or another for absolutely years. I first wrote them one very dark night a few years after my first marriage ended.

I’ve written a song…read more

First new one from me in a long time.

Kind of a love song, I guess.

Recorded in my new “studio” (3rd bedroom in the new house). Almost up and running now… shine and don’t stop wondering!

Shine - A A J Russe

On my way
To bring you comfort
I found a girl
At the side…read more

New original from me, hot off the old wotsit.

When it was half written yesterday, I was considering binning it as a throwaway exercise - I do that quite often. But I played the songwriting demo to someone else and, er, apparently I should finish it…

So here it is finished. Hope they don…read more

Next in the little pile of songs from the shoe-box. This one has the date 27th January 1994 written on it, but it’s describing an episode from many years earlier when I was, I’m guessing, something like 12 or 13 years old.

I had to go to a dinner-dance with my parents, I can remember it clearly…read more

Well, I’m almost on a roll now - this little love song was written, arranged, and recorded in just a week. I’ve been meaning to attempt something like this for years, just never got round to it.

I’d actually settled down to finally record a piano song I wrote last year… but that’ll have…read more

I struggled to get this thing completed. I’ve been sat on it for weeks, finished, debating whether I was really prepared to let it go.

I loved the song when I wrote it, inspired by a wonderful week at the end of September. But the recording hasn’t come out quite like I planned… I dunno…read more

This one’s a bit of a ponderous beastie.

It can be whatever you want it to be. For me, it’s got a lot to do with Sunday 18th June 1815.

Cold - A A J Russe

Your wagon-train
Is out of danger
And of course you never lie
Not to a stranger

How many times must we pull on…read more

Pop-rock tale about a character in a novel that I fancied. Recorded in 2009 on a Boss MBR.

Sooner or Later - A A J Russe

Theres a crazy girl
Looks about my age
Hiding out on the second page
Waiting for the story to unfold
I know they kill her off in chapter two
But…read more

This one’s a bit of a ponderous beastie.

It can be whatever you want it to be. For me, it’s got a lot to do with Sunday 18th June 1815.

Cold - A A J Russe

Your wagon-train
Is out of danger
And of course you never lie
Not to a stranger

How many times must we pull on…read more