Track Submission for the 2026 RPM Challenge

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 one of my RPM (Record Production Month) 2026 project. I started the project by digging through several DX7 preset sets on the Deluge to find some cool new sounds. In this one I ended up using a whistle, vox, bell, and pad, most of which…

https://fawm.org/songs/330426 everything I do for FAWM 2026 is to be made on my phone, listening only with its built-in mono speaker ~ wanted to squeeze in at least a fourth track initial spark of lyrical inspiration was being preoccupied…

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2026 RPM Challenge song idea number four becomes finished song number 11. I almost dropped this one without finishing it. I somehow managed to really intimidate myself with it. The sections were so long and the melodies were busy and it was…

2026 RPM Challenge idea number 16 becomes finished song number 10. This song feels like evidence that this year's project is running out of gas. I'm happy it exists but that's about the best I can say. All guitar parts are a Gibson Les…

2026 RPM Challenge song idea number 15 becomes finished song number nine. Another in a long line of attempts at writing The Great American 3/4 Rocker. I think as I typed the previous sentence I decided that my album title this year will be…

Reg has lost Rita and its threw him so hard he fell of the wagon .... Rita I’m feel completly unknown I don’t know myself no more The vision of myself is confusing I don’t know who I am any more I’ve been shook…

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…

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…

AI generated. Too much fun.