A post on the Facebook RPM group featured a quote from an aging Dave Grohl complaining about Kids These Days and Their Terrible Music, pointing out that the current number-one song was about someone's butt. So, I wrote a song about my butt…

I'll be honest... I was somewhat disappointed with my RPM Challenge 2021 effort, so I took it down. I've remixed, and heavily re-edited this track, as it used to be a tortuous 13 minutes long. I'm redoing another track as I was a bit slapdash…

Originally I had a Motown idea in mind, and I kept my stomping and clapping, but the song seemed to lend itself to a more spacey-synthey feel, so I ran with it. I also am hinting a tiny (very tiny) bit at Joe Jackson's band's backing vocal styles…

I had an incredibly hard time putting this together, and then at the end it fell together better than I could have ever hoped. I guess I should scream my head off more often.

I woke up with this in my head, including the first line of the lyrics. If you dream it, you must record it, that's my rule.

I've been told that the lyrics are a bit "creepy". I guess I should note that my songs are NOT autobiographical!

This was the song I had to pull out of my wazoo on Monday night to finish the challenge. I didn't try anything fancy, since I had not time for re-takes, but I think it came out OK. It could really use a country slide-guitar or something, though…

It seems everybody I know takes a pile of subscriptions. I wonder if I'm missing out. Needless to say, this was bitchin' hard to sing, and I cheated like hell. Got old and fat just sittin around waitin till a new solution is found Solve my…

I found out I could make this weird noise scratching over the center pickup on my strat. I looped it and built an "instrumental" over it.