It was a project with promise, I thought. Then, we “hooked up” and, well, the harmony…
Plus, since I have been recovering use of my right hand, it was a good time to, uh, knuckle-down, as they say, and get serious. If you ever find me serious, please call 911! And, I'm not seroius. Here's the link to the ressurected digital imprint: Good Effort, it was.
These are a bunch of things I sketched out while setting up the studio in my apartment. They are rough and eclectic.
Lacking any reason not to do so, I call this mess untested stuff.
These are just a bunch of, like, found things:
And that's why “Lost Songs Checked (.m3u)”
Here, some organic improvisations improvised organically in a 5x6 room, where somehow I managed to sleep with all my belongings AND record all the parts. After a decade of busking, I was keen to jam with someone else, but, you know how musicians are a flaky lot, at best. So, I just got better at playing with, er, by, that is, myself; or, well… I do make all the noises, so.
Everything was on fire that summer and fall, so: Burning World Eye (.m3u)
Self-explanatory, no? Isolation, retreat from public life as a permanent nuisance, you know… ;-) Session Covid-19 (.m3u). Just consider: if everyone else lowered property values like myself, more folks could afford a home, no?