RPM 2026 (written in memory of Kristina)

RPM 2026

Ukulele and vocals performed by Jazz, 12. She's starting to write her own stuff (proud!) but just to get her in the studio for the first time, here is a cover of a song by Vance Joy.

While Dan was tuning and warming up, Kevin messed with the knobs on Dan’s delay pedal, then cobbled together this little vignette from the resulting noises. Dan Hollands – guitar/synth Kevin Craig – knob twisting, mixing

Track four of my RPM 2026 project. This one is definitely the most sprawling and varied of the compositions, with the highest instrument count. I wanted to tell the story of a road trip journey to get out into nature among the fall colors, which…

Track two of my Record Production Month 2026 project. I made an initial rough song sketch for this track, but didn't like it. I was feeling a bit stuck and was getting really annoyed by the dripping snow melt-water from the roof that was dripping…

It's a bit like Bach, maybe?

In 1987, Ronn (drummer), Daphne (vocals and lyrics), and Paul (guitar and bass) wrote a few songs. Well, almost 40 years ago. It's a bit of slowcore and sadcore music. Or should we call it "religious" slowcore? Anyway, give it a name... The old…

Here is a next song for my RPM challenge...(this is my 7th year and I'm off to a slow start...grrrr). I threw this one together kind of quickly and it sort of wrote itself- which is always fun. I kept it minimal and mostly used my Juno Synth…

This land is your land believe it belongs to us too Look at these bloodied fingers look at the dirt on our shoes Read every single wrinkle of stress reflecting pain From every ounce of energy drained Call us wicked but we damn near saints…

In 1987, John and Paul conducted a one-off experiment. They recorded these songs in Paul's home studio. John provided vocals and wrote the lyrics. Paul handled the drum programming, synths, guitar, and bass. Influences include gothic, post-underground…

Grandpa wore a red bandana Said the dust would wash away Rock dust settled in the kitchen Supper bought on miner’s pay Daddy swore the mountain’s mercy Was a blessing, not a debt Said a man earns what he’s given It’s a coal town, don’t…