Kinda rough. I'm uploading this mainly to share a guitar technique I've been working on. I'm wearing a slide on my picking hand and using it to alter pitches in single line phrases. There's a lot more can be done with this technique that I've…
Track #13 of the "Someone Else's Hell" album
Lyrics:
When the rain falls, we fall too
dust blows our ash to wind
Our lives are here, not so high
as our hopes to die free
Accolades are, never so
great as we could aspire
when we leave…
Track #2 of the "Someone Else's Hell" album.
Lyrics:
somebody else's hell shines through
dishonesty will break us all
how long can the walls last
the unclean masses wonder
i'm standing here with them
how long until...
//someone else's hell…
Straight ahead stone city electric blues for an old friend who used to spend hours spinning BB King and Mike Bloomfield records for me. Recorded back sometime at the end of 2006 on old analog equipment
Wrote this song in a shitty hotel in Lincoln, Nebraska in 2005.
(Thanks for listening, peeps. Keeps me from realizing I've wasted my time.)
Some lyrics as requested by Richard Feynman:
I'm too relaxed
for me to go make friends
Late on my back
and counting down until the end
what have you done?
The chance has passed
for us to make amends
Alone at last
Sometimes it all depends on me
Can you hear the sound of my voice
Move right along
some distance on your own
I don't belong
in a place I could not call home
More stuff from the ancient archives rescued from the same cassette tape as Last Nights Fun. This time a set of 3 Irish reels Live at a concert back around 1992
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Nice mix of sounds! Like it!
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I like when people sneak in 9th's and diminished whatchamacallims . . . fingers in strange places + cool solo = awesome song.
Fuzz is good.
Cool.
interesting- I dig the Klingon/monster chant at the beginning
Holy crap!!!! This is so good.
Wrote this song in a shitty hotel in Lincoln, Nebraska in 2005. (Thanks for listening, peeps. Keeps me from realizing I've wasted my time.) Some lyrics as requested by Richard Feynman: I'm too relaxed for me to go make friends Late on my back and counting down until the end what have you done? The chance has passed for us to make amends Alone at last Sometimes it all depends on me Can you hear the sound of my voice Move right along some distance on your own I don't belong in a place I could not call home
Cool . . . . . very cool