Under Covers: Abel by The National

I wanted to squeeze another Under Covers video in before the end of the year, there, 2011 resolution complete. This is Abel by The National off of their album Alligator. I'm a late comer to The National having only gotten into the band over the last year or so. I came by Abel while skimming over a 2006 Pitchfork Music Fest compilation. Passionate and powerful, hearing vocalist Matt Berninger belting "my minds not right" at the opening to Abel got me instantly.

Under Covers: Hooplas Involving Circus Tricks by Say Hi

Another one for the Under Covers project and my first shot at video! Hooplas Involving Circus Tricks is a song by Say Hi, formerly Say Hi To Your Mom. Eric Elbogen, who performs solo as Say Hi when Say Hi is not a full band has nice case of infectious indie pop sensibility and has seven sweet albums under his belt to prove so. "Hooplas" is one of my faves.

One From The Vault - Burn Of The Century

Here's one from the vault circa early 2000's, shortly after The Publishers Clearing House Five days and at the beginning of the Some Herd Antics era. I was living in Memphis at the time and writing and playing every night. Preparing myself, but not really, for a not-a-snowball's-chance-in-hell shot at making music. Really, I was in the middle of reeling from a break up and riding the wave of a creative streak born out of it but hey, we have to get our inspiration from somewhere don't we? Ironically, or not, Burn Of The Century is not a break up song, or maybe it is, who the hell am I to decide? Anyway, enjoy this song, which has no production and is barely in tune or tempo, that I lazily dug out of the trash bin in an half-hearted effort to continue to update this blog and to show at least 13 of you that I am somewhat cool.

I am not proud.



BURN OF THE CENTURY

Suni was a little boy
Who lived a life of little joy
But couldn't seem to act his age
When little girls were all the rage
They told him "That's the way it goes"
It seems that no one really knows
Determined not to loose his face
He buttoned up his uniform and kept from running away

Suni was out on his way
He couldn't pick a better day
For fisticuffs with other boys
He numbed his wits with Novocaine
He could've got the best of them
He fought with every one of them
But bully's fights are all the same
They wrapped their fists in cellophane to keep from running way

Now this boy is old and gray
Reflecting on his younger days
Goes through a list of all the names
'Cause little boys are all the same
He couldn't get the best of them
He fought with every one of them
He couldn't let the days wear thin
And now those boys are all but dead
To keep from running away
To keep from running away
To keep from running away

©2003ish Fish Egg Music

Under Covers: "June Hymn" by The Decemberists

"Here's a hymn to welcome in the day." That's the opening line to June Hymn by The Decemberists. It's a song I've been listening to almost incessantly since their new album came out in the last month or so. It's one of those songs that just grabs hold of you, evokes emotion, conjures up feelings of nostalgia and refuses to let go. A perfect summer song, it's quite beautiful, certain to be a campfire staple. I've been playing it on and off all day, trying to learn the music and remember the lyrics. That's part of the reason why it's almost 2:00 am and I'm just now posting this. It's also song number three for my Under Covers project. Yeah I know, "Isn't that your cover songs project you started over a year ago and were supposed to update monthly?" Yes it is. Shut it.


JUNE HYMN by The Decemberists

A Goodbye To An Old Friend

When Hannah first came home around 14 years ago, I remember thinking to myself “One day this girl will break my heart.” I never really thought that of another pet, to know that you will probably outlive them, and until about a year ago I never really thought about what it would be like to have to say goodbye or whether I would know when it was time.

Well, as the years crept up on her and she was slowed by the periodic seizure and failing hips, without fail she still knew that when the leash came out it was time to go for a walk and with the jingle of the car keys it was road trip time. Even as the walks became slower and shorter and she needed the occasional boost into the car, she was always ready to go. And during those times when I needed her, with the wag of her tail or a wet nudge from her nose she always seemed to know that right words to say and they always came at the right time.

So how do you know when it’s time? You just do, and with a good cry into her soft coat, a final kiss on her nose, and her long time stuffed companion Lionel by her side, I watched her drift into a final peaceful sleep.

There have never been more truthful lessons to be learned from dogs than to seize the moment and to appreciate our friends and to occasionally nudge your way under someone's hand for a nice scratch behind the ears.

Goodbye Hannah Barbera, good girl.

New Song: Days Of Autumn

A new season is amongst us and so is a new song! Yeehaw!!! Please forgive the ruckus, I haven't recorded a new tune in some time so I'm a bit elated. With the cooler evening temperatures and overcast days, last weekend's weather put me in a mood to write, something I find I do less and less of these days. I started noodling around with Days Of Autumn a couple of weeks ago but really got into it over the weekend between finishing construction on a platform bed and unpacking at la nueva casa. I'm also playing caretaker for a 13 year old golden retriever whose age is really starting to catch up with her, there's some heartache coming, I just know it.

I also proudly received my first rock n' roll related injury this weekend. A mother of a blister on my finger from playing bass, and it smarted like a mofo. That's right, you guys know someone who is that hardcore. Ozzy, The Who, and me.

So have a listen and please leave a comment, good or bad, it will make me a better person, and you want me to be a better person now don't you? Good.


DAYS OF AUTUMN

I suppose that this is how it’s meant to be, the turning of the leaves
We just throw ourselves in piles on the ground, a gift beneath the trees
The last sun will set for summers all around, the memories we’ll keep
Then we'll turn the dials on the radio and sing ourselves to sleep

Will I be long forgotten?
Through the days of autumn
and where will you be?

The morning brings the time we hate the most, as we pack up all our clothes
And the frigid air that rolls in from the coast brings a chill that numbs the nose
A final walk down paths reveals the sea, and our coats are buttoned tight
To find ourselves in cities far apart we will travel through the night

Will I be long forgotten?
Through the days of autumn
Where will you be?

Will I be long forgotten?
Through the days of autumn
and where will you be?
and where will you be?
and where will you be?
and where will you be?

©2010 Fish Egg Music

Under Covers: "Say Yes" by Elliott Smith

SAY YES by Elliott Smith

Hey look at this! A second song for the Under Covers project which has only been going on for a little over a year now. I know, I know, slow down Dave, you're gonna burn yourself out. I get it, assholes.

It's been a busy Labor Day weekend for me. I built a bed, yes a bed. I imagined it, I designed it, I drew it up and then I built it, and it actually looks good. I only lost my temper and put drunken sailors to shame four or five times but I did it and I must say, I'm pretty proud, bloody knuckles and all. Pics are up on the Facebook page if anyone wants to stare slack jawed and/or hyena laugh.

I also changed up the Blog a bit with a new title and layout. Gone are the days of "Words-Music-Pictures-Life", which always sounded a bit pretentious, and I now bring you "Bears Do It, Fish Do It...". You're gonna have to figure that one out, I can't do everything for you. Hopefully I'll be posting regularly for my, hmm let's see, eleven followers. New goal, twelve followers.

I don't have a whole lot to say about Elliott Smith's "Say Yes" only that it's one of my favorite songs by one of my favorite artists. There's really nothing special in my version of it, just me and the acoustic, recorded on an old M-Audio Microtrack. I didn't tune my guitar down like Smith did (I'm too lazy) so for those of you in the know, it'll be in another key. Also, by not tuning down, certain parts of the song are a bit out of my vocal range which you'll be able to hear. Until next time minions.

Old Song, New Post, Blah Blah

It's been a while since I've posted a new song. I am writing though, just haven't been recording lately. This working out of town business is seriously cramping my style. Thankfully it'll soon be over and I'll be back in my own place where I can be as loud and obnoxious as I want to. Fuck YEAHHHHHH!

So you're wondering what I've been listening too lately huh? Sure you have, admit it. Fall is upon us and that means Halloween is creeping up too (pun bitches). So if you're hankering for some music that will get you into a Halloweenie type mood then pick up Dead Man's Bones by Dead Man's Bones. The album came out last fall but I'm just getting around to discovering it (so sue me, who the hell are you?) For me, Pa Pa Power and My Body's a Zombie For You are the standouts but the whole album is worth a few listens. Bonus tidbit? Half of Dead Man's Bones is Academy Award-nominated actor Ryan Gosling. Who would've thunk it?

Anyhoo, I'm trying out a new file server so I'm just going to post an old song with lyrics from back in the Memphis days. Your Only Ghost has been up on another music site I have but I've never posted it to Blogger so here goes and hopefully I'll get some new stuff up soon.

YOUR ONLY GHOST

I've got this feeling or this hunger only you'll never know
From broken pieces of the silhouette of your only ghost
Sixteen long hours on this aeroplane with nothing to lose
Remembering all the silly things that we used to do
Like making patterns of paper plates that no one would see
Of families larger than anything we were hoping to be
All strung together with the notion that nobody would leave
Then holding hands with the fantasy of what we wouldn't be
Then making funny impressions of people we'd never meet
All while cooking conspiracies of the greatest of cheats
Then pouring water over body parts with cascading ease
Then watching each other fall apart in the deepest of sleeps
I've got this feeling or this hunger only you'll never know
From broken pieces of the silhouette of your only ghost

©2004 Fish Egg Music

New Song: Off My Mind

What is this? A new song in less than a month? I know, I'm dumbfounded too. "Off My Mind" is just one of those songs where the inspiration, melody, and lyrics just hit all at once. I began writing the lyrics a couple of days ago after reminiscing about a recent trip I took to Boston. Originally this song was going to be a rather dour tune with just me and the acoustic but a new melody for it just happened to pop in my head yesterday, which made for a more upbeat ditty, and everything else just fell into place. I wish they all would do that. I spent the meatier part of the day working on this, taking breaks only for sustenance and to watch "Year One" at the theater, don't bother, trust me. I am quite surprised, and proud, of myself for finishing this in the same day, usually I get tired, bored, or just flake out until the next day or so. As usual I'd love to hear some feedback. Peace! No really, peace.

OFF MY MIND

On a train to Rhode Island it’s just one of many that divides us
Just to keep you from driving from the coast up to the termini
On a wait at the station was it Saturday or was it Sunday?
I’ve got time to wander so it doesn’t seem to bother me

Is it all right if I get you off my mind?
Is it all right if I get you off my mind?
Is it all right if I get you off my mind?
But it’s never, never, never seems to work, and it’ll never work this time

On a walk through the flowers we’re not k-i-s-s-i-n-g
We’ve got time to talk aloud it doesn’t seem to bother me
There’s a green grass table top, no use in chasing kites from trees
As your hands form a cup around your face I sit and watch you sneeze

Is it all right if I get you off my mind?
Is it all right if I get you off my mind?
Is it all right if I get you off my mind?
But it’s never, never, never seems to work, and it’ll never work this time

Now its back to the station, patrons wait, I ask how much it cost them
It feels like now we’re strangers and I hate this overcoming me
So I’m not so lost when huddled on that train ride back to Boston
Just to keep you from driving from the coast up to the termini

Is it all right if I get you off my mind?
Is it all right if I get you off my mind?
Is it all right if I get you off my mind?
But it’s never, never, never seems to work, and it’ll never work this time

©2009 Fish Egg Music

Poignant Lyric O' The Day:

"She probably drinks a glass a beer a thousand miles away from here
Or maybe she is underneath the sea
One, two, three, so easily"

~Bill Janovitz and Crown Victoria - "One, Two, Three"

New music coming soon, promise.

New Song: Angry As Me

I know I know, it's only been a month and a half but finally there's a new tune to shake your booties to. It's called Angry As Me and for me, it's a welcome departure from the singer/songwriter stuff I usually do. I'm getting back to some rock! Now for the usual schpeal; not the best mix but I'd like to think that I am improving a little with each new song. I'll tell you one thing, doing everything by yourself sucks the right ball but someone's gotta do it. So, please have a listen, leave a comment if you wish, I'd love to know what everyone thinks. Thanks! Dave

ANGRY AS ME

We both know
that through suffering we grow
don’t forget about
all the bullets, fights, and chains
but remember how
how their words ignite a flame in you

We both know
We have different ways to grow
and remembering
how you burned yourself a photo in effigy
how your good at burning bridges too

You stood for a dramatic pause
Then made a sacrifice to further your own cause
You have all of that but you will never be as angry as me

We both know
how you go against the flow
of what daddy said
how you drones in social circles are bottle fed
how the bottle gets the best of you

And we both know
how we push ourselves and think
we can turn it around
but through all that mess we might have found
that we can turn it into something new

And when I get political
You get excited 'cause the politics excite you
You are all of that but you will never be as angry as me

It was no occurrence to me that I'd be sick of complaining
'Cause intellectually I don't understand your conveyance
So come on over and whisper to me what you're saying, oh but that's ok
'Cause I'm sure I'll see you somewhere at the protest rally tonight

'Cause when I get philosophical
We get divided because philosophy divides us
We are all of that but you will never be as angry as me
You will never be as angry as me
You will never be as angry hey!
You will never be as angry hey!
©2009 Fish Egg Music

Gibberish and Excuses

Have you ever began a project, a story, or in my case a song, looked back at it only to find that what once started out promising had veered off course somewhere along the way and careened into a depressive abyss? Could be a metaphor for a relationship too come to think of it. I did have hopeful intentions of posting something new every other week or so but you can see where my intentions have gotten me. I am, at least, working on a few new tunes one of which I'll put up this weekend. Sometimes you just have to let an idea marinate for a few days, or in my case a month or so, before you revisit it.

On the positive tip I've recently reacquainted myself with an old friend who I haven't been in touch with in over ten years. I was invited up to visit with her and her fiance over Memorial Day weekend. I must admit I was a bit apprehensive at first, it's been a while since we've spoken and even longer since we were friends in high school. Who knew if we were still friends material?
As geeky as it sounds, I'm grateful for social networking sites like Facebook, Myspace, and Classmates.com for making it easier to get back in contact and remain in contact with friends. Who doesn't want to know what one of their friends are eating at 2:30am on a Tuesday?

The main thing I remember about this person was that she was always the eternal optimist without being annoyingly saccharin about it. I never met anyone more even keeled and up for anything no matter the time or place. There were never any preconceived notions, the past was the past, the future has yet to come so the present was all that mattered. It was absolutely amazing to find that she hadn't changed a bit. We stayed up talking until the wee hours of mornings where she would tell me stories of the countries she's visited and the people that she's met along the way. She's seen the Dali Lama on three separate occasions, this blows me away, and seems to always be in the right place at the right time for encounters with famous people. Anyway, this encounter has refueled a fire within me that although I hadn't realized, had been slowly burning down to kindling over the years. Now I find myself planning more trips, taking more time away from work and just enjoying life. Simply because the past is the past, the future has yet to come so the present is all that matters.

A new song this weekend. Promise.

New Song: Washington Streets

I have a couple of spiral notebooks, a table and computer monitor covered with loose, scribbled-on sticky notes and half a hard drive full of first verses, chorus', and song titles without the song. I am the epitome of a job unfinished. In an effort to beat the winter slump, which has started to creep its way over into spring, I'm going to make an attempt at posting a new song every couple of weeks or so. Now I use the definition of the word song loosely. I guess at best I'll have something completely written and recorded, you know, a few minutes long, fully produced, mixed and mastered. At worst it will be a shotgun-recorded lyrical idea, a short song, or just a melody that I'm trying out. I may even put up some older material that's yet to be finished or to be posted online or even add to the Under Covers project. Whatever it takes to consistently post to this blog I'm going to try to do. I'm sure that the majority of it will be rubbish but my mission in all of this is to sharpen my skills as a songwriter, as the old adage goes, practice makes perfect. I hoping that forcing myself to write this much will get me more into a groove that I can maintain.

I finally feel like I'm starting to get the creativity flowing again. I've been jotting down ideas, writing a bit and working on a few songs. I guess I just made a conscience decision to cut out a bunch of the clutter, like loafing in front of the television, that consumed loads of my free time. Not that I watched much t.v. to begin with, I can't really name a show that I watch on regular basis, it was just the loafing around and channel surfing that was killing me. Why create entertainment in your own head when you can stare drooling at a box and have it spoon fed to you? I lived in Memphis for a few years back in early 2000 and for the first two I didn't even own a television. I lived in an old beat up two bedroom off of Union Avenue in a neighborhood that was in a borderline historic district but hadn't quite made it over the ghetto hump. The good thing? I was within close proximity to Beale Street and it's wealth of blues bars. The bad? I had my house broken into. I think I was at my most creative during those two years. I was living in a city that was steeped in musical history, I was single, and my only other distraction was my job. I also happened to be reeling from a failed relationship which helped to provide some material for songs.

So with that said I finally have a new tune, Washington Streets. This song was born out of a trip I took with my fiance (UPDATE: EX-fiance) to D.C. to see, of course, Buffalo Tom. They played a show at the famous Black Cat and if I remember right Revival opened with Drew O'Doherty. It was the dead of winter, cold and grey, with wind, rain, and snow that could bite through the thickest of clothing. It's a pretty straightforward "this city can't beat me" tune, just me and the acoustic. Semi-autobiographical with a bit of artistic embellishment thrown in but I won't go into any more detail than that. I generally like to leave the listener to their own interpretations. I posted the song on my MySpace and Soundclick page too for anyone who is interested in the lyrics. Please have a listen and I'd love to hear back from anyone who has an opinion on it, good or bad.

WASHINGTON STREETS

©2009 Fish Egg Music

Under Covers: "Sundress" by Buffalo Tom

I've gone through four distinct musical stages in my life along with an uncountable number of what I like to refer to as musical enlightenments. I'll get further into the stages details on future posts, I don't really need to drag this one out too long. As the youngest of three children I was often left at the mercy of an older sister's musical tastes to which she had no problem levying onto me during baby sitting sessions and drives to the mall. I must admit though I now have an appreciation and very fond memories for Disney musicals, new wave and 1980's top-40 radio. She was also responsible for my first concert experience; Duran Duran during their 1983-84 Seven and the Ragged Tiger Tour. Our parents thought she was just a bit too young to go unchaperoned so they opted to attend and to drag along an 11 or 12 year old Dave Roe. I still have the concert program. My musical tastes were also heavily influenced, in a non-direct way, by my older brother who has been totally deaf since he was an infant. Let me explain, it was my brother that brought home early hip hop records by groups like Run DMC, Kurtis Blow, and L.L. Cool J for their beats. He could feel them through our stereo speakers and through headphones. I vividly remember trying to fall asleep at night with Whodini's "Five Minutes of Funk" blaring out of a pair of cheap headphones attached to my brother's head. Those records would always be laying around for me to pick up and play when he wasn't home thus directing me towards the hip-hop stage of my life. Hip-hop in it's original, pure form, raw and untainted by money and sex fascinated me. All of it, the music, the dress, and the artwork. Thanks to my iPod I still listen to the early stuff when a feeling of nostalgia beckons me. I just recently finished reading "Can't Stop Won't Stop: A History of the Hip-Hop Generation" by Jeff Chang. I highly recommend it to those who are interested in the subject.

A couple of years later as my brother and I were both getting into drawing and into art in general he began bringing home Iron Maiden and Kiss albums. Of course not for the music itself but for the imagery, we would spend hours trying to copy the album covers. I on the other hand would be baited by the album artwork and ultimately fished in by the music. Long hair, leather jackets, chains and guitars followed me around through the last year of middle school and into most of my high school years. For most of that time there was no other music for me except metal. I denounced pop, hip-hop, country, and anything else that didn't come with a snarl and high-speed guitar licks. Megadeth, Anthrax, and Metallica were my gods and I was their humble servant. This is also when I started to play guitar and began having dreams of playing in a band.

By the end of high school I stopped succumbing to the delusions of peer pressure and started developing my own ideologies towards life and how I chose to lead it but more so, I began to expand my musical horizons. I fell in love with Roy Acuff, Johnny Cash, Hank Williams and Loretta Lynn, music my father played around the house all of the time when we were youngsters but I selfishly cast aside as a teenager. Jazz caught me by surprise in a big way. I'm now on a mission to learn to play Thelonious Monk's "Round About Midnight" even though I can only peck around at a piano and jazz theory constantly stupefies me. The biggest thing for me now is my insatiable appetite for new and different music. Not just "new" music, but new music to me. 3Hive and eMusic help fill my bowl with off-the-radar indie tunes and great suggestions and of course iTunes allows me to catch up on music that I've ignorantly overlooked in the past.

I went through a period of time where I would pick up a new cd based on how interesting or cool I thought the cover art was. This introduced me to who I now regard as my favorite band Buffalo Tom. I'm almost ashamed to say that I was oblivious to Buffalo Tom up until I discovered the band by fishing their forth album "Big Red Letter Day" out of a $5.99 bargain bin back in 1995. By this time they had already released their fifth album "Sleepy Eyed". From the opening of the very first track "Sodajerk", I became a fan. I have yet to be punched in the gut as hard by another rock trio, and to this day they remain the only band that I would plan a vacation around seeing. To me it is impossible for front man Bill Janovitz, along with bassist Chris Colbourn, to write a bad song. They are my Mick Jagger and Keith Richards, it's as simple as that.

I know it was quite the set up but this leads me to my "Under Covers" project. When I'm in a creative slump with my own music I tend to reach back and play around with the music that drove me to write in the first place. Inspired by Bill Janovitz's "The Life and Times of Bill Janovitz - Part Time Man of Rock" - Cover of the Week blog, I wanted to make the "Under Covers" project a place where I could pay homage to my musical heroes as well as keep inspired and in practice. I don't know how often I'll post to this section of the blog, I certainly couldn't do it on a weekly basis, but I hope to do it at least monthly.

Buffalo Tom's "Sleepy Eyed" was released in 1995 and I promptly picked it up along with their first three albums after falling in love with "Big Red Letter Day". "Sleepy Eyed" is full of in-your-face three chord rockers mixed in with a few sublime ballads to make a wonderfully listenable album. I feel nearly drained each time after listening the album through and it feels like the band gives every ounce of energy they have playing each song. "Sundress", the album's eleventh track, epitomizes the feel that the band was going for at the time, stripped down with a live sound but also comes across really well acoustically. I've played my version of it for years, usually to myself but on occasion will unleash it while everyone is putting on the drink. This basic recording was done last night on an M-Audio Microtrack in my walk-in closet at my apartment in south Georgia and then transferred to my Mac to add a little reverb and percussion. I thought I had all of the necessary components with me to record properly while I'm working out of town over the next year or so but alas, important cords are missing. So what's a guy to do? Improvise. I tell ya, a closet full of clothes makes a perfect isolation booth.

SUNDRESS

O Rock 'N Roll, Where Art Thou?

I've been playing some sort musical instrument since the age of 12 or 13 when I played violin in middle school. At age 15 the next door neighbor brought over his new blood red Fender Stratocaster knock-off that his parents bought for him from Sears and showed me how to play the opening riff to Iron Maiden's Wasted Years and I was hooked. At that time I was firmly entrenched into the heavy-metal stage of my life, musically speaking, and seeing how easy it was to fumble around until I found the right notes facinated me to no end. Later that year I would talk my parents into buying me a shiny black Dean from the Sears mail-order catalog for Christmas.
Twenty-two years, a few guitars, and a couple of hack bands later I sometimes find myself feeling dour while wondering why I'm not as active in my one time passion as I used to be. Careers and relationships have taken over for the pseudo rock 'n roll lifestyle that I once craved and I now fight for those precious few moments when I can sit down, guitar in hand and stare glassy-eyed at the pen and blank piece of paper laying on the table in front of me. Inspiration is harder to come by too, my muse now has my ring on her finger (UPDATE: This is no longer the case.) and the things that used to get my creative juices flowing, anger, jealousy, heart break, are no longer there (UPDATE: Nope, all of that is back.) How do my musical heroes do it? I know they all have families now and some of them have other careers too but I still hear music coming from them, good music.

These days I would be perfectly content with a little garage band. We could practice a couple of nights a week at the house and play a gig at the local pub every once in a while. That would suit me just fine. But a career with many nights spent away from home hampers my efforts to form one right now but who knows, maybe soon. With the internet and my Mac I can at least get the full band experience without having a real band. So at least I can still dream. So what do I do now? All I know to do is to keep playing, take advantage of those rare occasions that a melody or lyric escapes from the old melon, and to rock on.

Below is another old song I laid down and dirty late one night 4 or 5 years ago. It's just me and the guitar and me on backing vocals. It's a really basic recording, the timing is off and so is my voice. It sounds like I was singing a bit out of my range. Who I was into at the time escapes me right now but I do remember that I was living in Memphis in an old house with a single upstairs room, literally, you walk up a flight of stairs and you're in the only room up there. I had my futon, my computer on an old drafting table, and my guitars. Good times.

THE MEAN STREETS

Numero Uno - The Test Page

So alright, here it is, a blog. Now what? I dunno. What am I going to do with this? I'm still trying to figure it out. I think mainly I just wanted a place to post songs, whether they be finished, partial, lyrics, ideas and works in progress. Just to see them out someplace other than a piece of paper or as a Word document. This kind of gives them a bit of life then I can see if I want to progress with them. I guess I'm also hoping that first friends and family and then eventually complete strangers will take some interest and leave a little feedback.

Of course I'll also use this blog as a sounding board to rant, vent, ponder, reminicse, pontificate and to sometimes just post "Balls" in big bold letters.

I'm still trying to figure out all of the nuances involved with blogging and posting links to music so the first few posts will be trial and error. Anyway here's the first post and a link to an older song that I wrote under the Some Herd Antics moniker.

CLIMB