altos love basses
basses love sopranos
tenors love themselves
Here’s a new song you might have feelings about. Some of the lyrics were notes I made the day of aChoir show last December. I found them today and reread them as well as a bunch of other nonsense (possibly not nonsense) that I had written in the most hip of all hipster writing mediums: A black Moleskine notebook. Regardless, I found the words, and made them fit quickly with a minimum of polish, so here you are.
When I was putting the music part together with the wordy part, you know how that goes, the turntable in my brain was playing Jesse Winchester.
Here’s my SoundCloud. There’s a bunch of old stuff up there dating back to 3 years ago, including some work I did with a full choir in St. Patrick’s Old Cathedral. I’m starting to actively upload some new things from da vault while also recording some new minimalist songs for piano and guitar. I could give you a list of reasons why I’m leaning towards this aesthetic, telling you about the time I discussed sweaters with Jeff Mangum at Occupy Wall Street, and listing the merits of the boombox recorder fuzz on early Mountain Goats tracks, but instead I’ll tell you the [mostly] honest truth that I’m simply away from any familiar studio right now and have no choice.