western swagger

this one (click here) is kind of a craigslist missed connection with theme-park character actor cosplay, all played out as a spaghetti western in a convention center somewhere. and of course, some other shit.

i originally had our protagonist wishing he could be a klingon next year.

“western swagger”

i lost none of my swagger when i left the western booth
spurs gently jingling as i cross the convention hall
i spot a girl in costume on a break from the barbary coast
she’s such a coquette she catches my eye and won’t let go
from there it’s all in slow motion and freeze frames on her eyes
the noise and commotion become silent as the night

pardon me miss, did you drop this glove on the ground?
i must be mistaken, i’ll just take it to the lost and found

she bats her eyes several times then suddenly breaks the lock
spins on her heels, moves away with a perfect walk
i’m left in the dust suffering from shock
a lifetime of love and lust poured into a twenty second shot

so many years of playin’ the cowboy i don’t know anymore
maybe next year i’ll be real, i’ll be something more

pardon me miss, did you drop this glove on the ground?
i must be mistaken, i’ll just take it to the lost and found

attention tune-starved stoners

tonight i should have just gone to bed, but instead i sat down at the computer and started playing tchaikovsky through the string ensemble sampler in logic, one thing led to another and soon i had this stoney outtake. i swear there are cannibinoids in these scharffen berger chocolate bars. i can’t really imagine using this instrumental interlude with the songs i’m writing, so i’m putting it here as a service to music-deprived bongrippers out there.

mark your calendars: i’m going to play my new acoustic and sing at minna on february 15.

new guitar / old songs

i did a quick recording of the new guitar today. this song has been on my mind the last couple of days, the reason should be apparent if you listen through to the last verse. i wrote it a long time ago.

this morning, i woke up to the clock radio playing tchaikovsky’s serenade for strings in c major, op.48, i. pezzo in forma di sonatina. i downloaded it from itunes and have been listening to it a lot through the day. first song of the new year setting the tone for the day. it’s so fucking “sticky”. as in stuck in my head.

i am adding this bit of code for some thing i am signing up to:

My Veoh Show

dark and stormy

this one’s really rough, and i was feeling the limitations of garage band when i tracked it. no way to adjust the click volume in the headphones, and no way to track piano and vox together, so the bleed into the mike is just part of the song now.
i read some study today that said that people are the least happy right around the age of 42, but that once they come to grips with the fact that they will never achieve the goals of wealth and prestige that they have been conditioned to believe they want, life starts getting better. and if they make it to sixty and are healthy, that’s when people are generally the happiest. that, and some other things i have been thinking about, coupled with a rainy day in berkeley with nothing to do but varnish and play the piano led to this little bit of maudlin: (for those of you that don’t know what a dark and stormy is, it’s dark rum and ginger beer. just because i quit doesn’t mean you should. i recommend barbancourt or coruba rum and reed’s ginger beer. drink enough, and even the work of a hack like myself will sound good. drink more than enough, and i bet this little bitch brings a tear to yer eye. cheers!)

“dark and stormy”

i was born and raised in tinseltown
know how much work goes into fantasy
they say i’ll be better once i stop believing
all of the things people are dreaming of

i’ll have another dark and stormy
i guess i never made it to tahiti
so this is what it’s like to be sixty
i feel just like the day i turned thirty

master of my own ship with a crew of none
spent my whole life waiting for the only one

even the sailboat’s an illusion
of travel adventure and freedom
never really made it out the golden gate
spent my whole life cruising sheltered by the bay

master of my own ship with a crew of none
spent my whole life waiting for the only one