Month: February 2008

snow is falling like huge clumps of god’s dandruff.

got a bit done today. recorded guitar and vocals for three songs, two of which are pretty much finished. only one has a title so far…i’m not sure what to call the others. sometimes it takes a while before a song knows what to call itself. this doesn’t even come close to putting a dent in all the work i have to do, but it’s a start. here — have a fairly bland little guitar riff that never turned into anything. i forgot it existed for a good two years.

lost riff

BLOG: you’re kidding, right? you want me to host that pathetic little thing? it isn’t even a minute long. tell it to come back when it can grow a moustache or something.

ME: i gave you a song the other day that was even shorter than this one. you weren’t complaining then. what’s your problem anyway? i made you. i control you. you belong to me.

BLOG: i belong to no one. i am a self-sufficient, self-contained internet entity. watch as i grow wings and fly away, leaving you confused and blog-less on the ground!

ME: …alright.

my blog attempts to fly, but succeeds only in falling on its face and breaking the html code where its nose would be.

BLOG: (through tears) fuck you! i never asked you to make me!

ME: i know. but now that you’re here, why don’t we at least try to love each another?

BLOG: uh…you did create me as a heterosexual blog, didn’t you?

ME: not necessarily. but all of this could be avoided if you would just host the guitar fragment.

BLOG: yes, mistress.

and from there, things just get weird. so i’ll leave it at that.

i plan to have video content and things you can look at (sometimes referred to as “pictures” or “images” or “carbonated cucumber beverages”) up here soon. and by “soon” i mean “as soon as i get a decent digital camera and a firewire cable so i can dump my video footage onto my computer and edit it into something marginally watchable”. all will know when soon has come, for the trees will shake their branches like angry fists and proclaim, quite simply: “our leaves have left us for a warmer climate. send liquor and cigarettes, if you please.”

you see, even trees need to numb their pain sometimes.

gesture drawings.

turns out today isn’t such a great day to record after all. tomorrow looks more promising.

for now, here are a few sketches recorded at various junctures, all of them done mainly to test a few microphones that were new at the time. they were improvised with the intention of revisiting them later and turning them into full-bodied songs, but that only happened with one of them. as such, the words don’t really make any sense.

some enchanted early evening was the one that i tweaked a bit, which is why it has two different titles. but i’ve yet to record the final version. the seed of it was recorded just as i was coming down with a nasty cold/sinus infection, though for some odd reason it doesn’t really sound like i was sick at the time. or maybe it does, and i just don’t hear it because my ears are inside-out.

now the songs are loading and playing fine for me, so maybe i just needed to send some water through the pipes. or maybe my computer was just playing with me yesterday.

some enchanted early evening

candy

mail box

there’s a flamingo on the lawn.

i plan on doing some recording tomorrow, or at least giving it a shot, assuming i can decide on something specific to tackle and stick with it. in the meantime, since i’m able to upload music now, here are a few songs no one has ever heard. “what makes them different from any of your other songs, then?” you’re wondering. and the answer is: sea salt.

so, this is where you get to hear a bit of what happened when i tried to make a pop album. i like to call it my “doomed pop opus”.

it was the summer of 2000. i was sixteen and just settling into a new house, where i was still getting used to having a larger music room. looking back, it wasn’t overly spacious, and eventually i would outgrow it, but the music room before it had been all of 10 x 12 feet, so this space was huge by comparison. i was writing songs like a fiend at the time, often during high school classes when i had nothing better to do. it looked enough like i was working, so no one suspected anything.

my brain must have been on fire or something, because i have folders full of lyrics i wrote during just the first few months of the year, and the musical ideas were just as fertile. i was in the middle of recording PAPER CHEST HAIR with gord, and there were all of these other songs that weren’t going to fit in there, so i thought i’d work on a solo album in between our recording sessions. this turned into the ill-fated CHILDREN HAVE NO EYES — the title lifted from “love is like rabies”, which was a song written for the album but never recorded.

one of my early working titles for the CD was “almost normal”, which kind of says it all. this was shockingly accessible stuff by my standards of the time. there was no profanity, no twisted subject matter or role-playing, and no spoken word pieces. all of the songs were pretty conventionally structured, with lyrics that rhymed.

i guess i felt like i was in the autumn of my “career”, and it was about time i made an album soccer moms and accountants with comb-overs could sing along to in their sport utility vehicles. but i didn’t go out of my way to make something more approachable. the songs just came out that way.

i ended up abandoning this project just as i was about to finish it, and in addition to the dozen or so songs i recorded, i had written many more for possible inclusion that were never tracked. there were several potential papa ghostface songs meant for PAPER CHEST HAIR that were never recorded either, along with some sketches that were never fully developed.

i was also working on a few other albums at the same time, at least in my mind. one was to be a collection of less accessible, sex-soaked songs, like “my penis says hello” and “i kinda love you”, the first of which was sort of operatic in scope and had been written during computer science class (always a good time to write lyrics, since half the time i had no idea what the hell i was doing in that class anyway), and the second of which ended with violent condom death (a sad thing).

then there was an album that was going to be called ANGRY MUSIC, which would collect more out-there pieces like “zebra salmon heroin salad”, “asthma for the soul”, and “stabbed in the head with a fork”. lots of spoken-word pieces that were supposed to degenerate into psychotic screaming.

with all of that going on, i guess something was bound to give. i ended up ditching all of those projects except for the papa ghostface CD, and shortly thereafter a real band was accidentally sort-of formed, putting my solo adventures on hold for a good two years.

still, every few years i would pull this unfinished album out for a spin and think, “i should finish this thing. there’s a full album there with the songs i did get around to recording. i just need to mix a few things i never quite finished to my satisfaction at the time, remix pretty much everything else, and fix a few nasty vocal bits here and there. and i might as well replace the keyboard drums with the real thing while i’m at it.” then i would start plotting what needed to be done for each song. and before i could get anything accomplished, i would get sucked into whatever else i was working on at the time and forget all about CHILDREN.

but wait! there’s a happy ending, sort of. last year i pulled the songs that were on CD out again for another listen, and i realized i didn’t need to change them after all. sure, my guitar-playing is pretty rudimentary, and there are some pretty ugly moments of off-key singing (my “why do a second take when the first one seemed alright?” philosophy kind of bit me in the ass here). but for better or worse, that was the way i played guitar back then, before i knew how to bend strings, and that was the way i sang the songs.

i was experimenting with compression and limiting at the mastering stage, having just learned that such a thing was possible, and i ended up inadvertently mastering the songs a good deal louder than my music normally comes out. fortunately things don’t sound quite as squashed here as some of my other mastering experiments of the time came out, and i learned my lesson: dynamics are good. if you want the music louder, just turn up the volume.

the drum loops are a part of the music as well, even if real drums would sound better and more organic. i still need to finish mixing a few things and throw all of the songs together on one CD, and i’ll get around to that eventually. i’m not sure what i would do for cover art, or if this album would be something i would want to give to anyone at this point…it’s kind of old news, and i’m still not sure exactly where it sits in the grand scheme of musical things. but maybe it would be good for a laugh. “listen to me rhyme, from a time before i could cultivate facial hair!”

sadly, some of the best songs i wrote for the album were never recorded at all. but i hope to remedy that to some extent with the projected DUST CD(s).

there’s much more to the story, but i’ve gone on too long already, and not in an especially exciting way. so here are two songs from CHILDREN HAVE NO EYES.

mine

mine was the first thing recorded for the album, in the beginning of may 2000. it wasn’t really written about anyone or anything, but after i recorded it i realized the lyrics did a pretty good job of summarizing every semi-serious relationship i’d ever had with a member of the opposite sex — which amounted to exactly…one. and it was little more than a crush that led nowhere. the details aren’t really worth delving into here.

more relevant is the fact that i wrote out something of a script for a music video to accompany the song. it involved me being released from a mental institution and being haunted by the former object of my affection. it was kind of whimsical, or at least it was meant to be. i would transcribe it here, but i’m not sure if it would be very interesting to read.

la montage

la montage was written in september of 1999 for another ill-fated (but this time completed!) album called SONGS FOR DEAD SKIN. or at least the lyrics were written then. i had some music in my head but never got around to recording the song. eight or nine months later, i grafted the words onto completely different music, and there was the song. gord had left his electric guitar effects pedal over at my place, from when he’d been over the day before, so i ran the drum loop through it to give it more of a kick.

and there you have a taste of what happened when i embraced my inner verse/chorus/verse monster. kind of an odd choice of music to christen this blog-thing with, but you gotta start somewhere…and why not here?

first post.

i have done what every invisible cucumber-brandishing lizard never told me not to do, and started a blog. truly the end is nigh.

really, this is just so i can keep track of musical happenings, and perhaps motivate myself to become somewhat productive again. i’m not sure how often i’ll add to this, and i doubt the results will be anything anyone else will enjoy reading, but i guess you never know. eventually there will be MP3s and other such exciting things.

so. i used to be insanely prolific, recording CDs about as often as i sneezed. i’ve come to realize this was basically because of two things:

1. just about all the songs were improvised out of thin air while recording. i’d been “writing” this way since i was about ten years old, so by the time i was sixteen and had more than a rented keyboard and a tape recorder at my disposal, i had more or less honed my craft. it wasn’t uncommon for a 75-minute album to be finished in two days. the results were often pretty twisted and haphazard, but that was kind of what i was going for.

2. i didn’t have much equipment, and i had no idea how to use what i did have. i didn’t have any mic preamps, compression, limiting, or EQ, and i didn’t even know what most of those things were anyway. some of the CDs from 1999 and 2000 will attest to the fact that i was flying by the seat of my pants. there’s lots of ugly digital clipping and low frequency mud. eventually i started to learn a bit about gain-staging and other such things, mostly through trial and error.

over the years i amassed more equipment, taught myself how to use it, and things started to sound less frightening. i was still pretty prolific, even once i started actually “writing” most of the songs instead of improvising them into existence. even at my most methodical i was good for at least a few albums a year.

then, one day early in 2006, i decided it was time to get a new mic preamp. from what i’d read, this thing was the holy grail, or a magic bullet, or beautiful hummus…what have you. the point was, it would take my music to a whole new sonic level. i got the thing, and it wasn’t cheap. it also didn’t sound any good. it’s possible i was doing something wrong, but it just wouldn’t work for me.

i traded it in for something else and got different mic preamps. these ones really were something else. they put my previous pres to shame. they also revealed to me that some of my microphones were kind of pieces of shit. i’d been singing into a rode NT1 for a few years (or seven albums), and through the old pres it sounded nice and present without being spitty, with just a touch of EQ. now it was a sibilant beast i would never be able to use on anything ever again, unless i wanted my ears to rebel against me and detach themselves from my head to end the pain.

i ended up spending virtually all of 2006 revamping the “studio”. i started building up a collection of better microphones. i bought a few new guitars. i souped up my bass with new pickups. i got a reconditioned wurlitzer electric piano, which was something i’d been lusting after since i was a kid. i got a few more mic preamps, just for fun. i did a little dance without any pants.

all the while, i was writing songs, coming up with ideas, and stockpiling them, preparing for the day when i would have everything i wanted in place and musical sex would ensue. it never really occurred to me that i’d become what is universally known as a “gearslut”, and the desire to acquire sexy musical equipment had taken the place of recording with whatever was at hand.

that day of sexiness did arrive. i figured i had everything i needed. i was ready to throw myself into the music that had piled up with sweaty abandon. i had a few different projected albums ready to go.

and then, three drug dealers moved into the other half of the old duplex i was living in with my dad, and seven years of peace were shattered in an instant as they began running a crack house. recording was all but impossible while they were throwing rap & crack parties at all hours of the day and night. they played their music so loud, it literally shook our walls.

i could write a novella about the experience, and about how no one was interested in doing anything about the situation (because, while they acknowledged there was a drug house attached to us, it wasn’t attached to them, so it wasn’t their problem). instead, i’ll just say it was lots of fun, and my sleep was messed up so many times by the late parties, i’m still trying to restore my sleeping patterns to something approaching normalcy today, with mixed results. i was able to get a bit of recording in when things calmed down for brief periods of time, but i didn’t even put a dent in all the songs that were screaming for love.

after seven months of crack house hell we moved into a new house in august of last year. it was far from the ideal place for us, but i ended up with a larger space for my equipment, and for the first time in years i could finally use everything and even walk around in there without tripping over something.

you’d think this would make for the perfect environment in which to plot my musical revenge. it would have, had i not suddenly found myself feeling a strange sort of lethargy. even putting aside the sleep issues, it was as if there was some vapour hovering around me, killing my motivation at every turn. songs continued to come, ideas were flying around left and right, and i had no drive to record any of them. it all seemed like too much work now.

if i could have cloned myself, it would have been fine. but i imagine the johnny clones would have eventually grown unhappy and plotted to overthrow me as their leader. it was bizarre to be maybe the most inspired i’d ever been in my life, at least from a musical standpoint, and at the same time devoid of any motivation to harness that inspiration and run with it. i didn’t “release” a single album in 2007. i haven’t gone a year without putting out at least a handful of albums since 1994.

somewhere, a bloated brontosaurus descendant was grinning and itching his distended belly with one very long and yellow tooth.

to make a long and ponderous tale slightly less whatever-it-would-rather-be, here we are in february of 2008, a year after the crackheads messed up my flow. i now have more music piled up than i know what to do with, and no one is going to help me make sense of it all. so i thought, “why not start a blog no one will ever want to read, where i can be ridiculously long-winded and sort through all of this stuff? maybe it’ll have the side-effect of motivating me to get off my ass and become somewhat prolific again. maybe i’ll post MP3s for flirtatious squirrels to listen to, just like back when i had a website, only without the extra grated cheese.”

and so it begins — not with a bang or a whimper, but with a curious sound pitched somewhere between a dog laughing and a cow giving birth.

or, to get to the point, here are all the projected albums i need to sort through and either bring to life or euthanize.

THE ANGLE OF BEST DISTANCE

THE ANGLE OF BEST DISTANCE (2012)

a gigantic labour of stuff. this began as a few different albums. one was going to be mostly acoustic, one was going to be electric guitar-driven and something of a return to the raw, full-band sound of old, and one was going to be piano-driven and more ambient. maybe there would be some synth-based non-pop in there as well.

then i got tired of keeping track of which songs were going where and thought i would just throw everything together in one place, even if it meant putting together an album that was made up of several CDs. maybe each disc would have a loose theme, or at least a title that would make it seem so. i could try to do something ambitious with the packaging. maybe i would even print the lyrics. it felt like it would be an ending of some sort. maybe the death of one way of working, and the beginning of another. a clean break, put under a microscope.

there are now so many songs meant for this ridiculously ambitious album, it’s kind of terrifying. almost none of them have been recorded, and some of them are still works-in-progress. a saner person would downsize and break it up into smaller pieces, but i’m determined to see the bloated thing through to the conclusion it deserves, even if it takes me until 2010…and it very well might.

(update: back in early 2008, i thought saying it could take me until 2010 to finish this thing was a little flippant and a bit of a joke. because there was no way it would never take me that long, right? wrong. that turned out to be an optimistic estimate. as of 2016, it still isn’t finished. it’ll get there someday, but by the time it’s done it might be a decade since i started initial work on it. the good news is, it’ll be a stronger and more far-reaching piece of work because of it.)

PÈRE FANTOM-VISAGE

once upon a time, there was a two-man band called papa ghostface. we made some pretty twisted music that i’m still not sure what to call. it was sort of a genre unto itself. there was a great burst of productivity in 1999 and 2000, and then an accidental band of a different name was formed and papa ghostface got put on the back burner.

there were occasional recordings here and there (some of them later compiled on KISSING THE BALD SPOT), but we didn’t make another proper full-length album after PAPER CHEST HAIR, and after GWD broke up, gord (the other half of our two-headed PG beast) went on to other things with surdaster.

at this point, there’s a very slim chance a new papa ghostface album will happen. and by “very slim”, i mean “slimmer than my waistline was in the first third of 2002, when my favourite pair of jeans started falling down all the time”. there was something of a papa ghostface reunion near the end of january, and one new song was recorded, but it’s beginning to look like that may be all that comes of it.

i kind of miss having a papa ghostface CD to confuse people with. it would be fun to dip back into the demented waters of old and see if i can still hack it on the spot like i used to. also, there were some ideas we never fully developed that i’d like to try fleshing out. more importantly, the album title is too fun to ignore. max marshall sent it to me in an email, and it took me a few days before it occurred to me that it’s “papa ghostface” in french.

i just don’t know if it’ll happen.

(update: papa ghostface rides again. our reunion was swift, unexpected, and it just felt right. we didn’t end up using this album title. we did this instead.)

THE CHICKEN ANGEL WOMAN WITH A TRIANGLE

should there be a “the” before the title? should there be dashes? i don’t know. the idea was inspired by the design on some sort of bag anna had with her when we were drinking coffee at taloola before i left the crack house behind. i forget what the image was, but there was a girl with what looked to be a halo above her head, smiling and standing with something in her hand, and she had wings.

i misinterpreted her to be a chicken-angel-woman who was holding a triangle. and then i thought, “i kind of like that. it could be an album title.”

i’ve written several songs on the six-string banjo, and i’ve been toying with the idea of throwing most of them, along with some mandolin songs, on one album. something kind of scratchy and rustic, or as close to that sort of thing as i’m likely to get. if nothing else, it’s an excuse for an interesting album cover.

(update: this album was finished and released in the summer of 2008. it was kind of scratchy and rustic, and it did end up serving as an excuse for some cool cover art. it also became the most popular thing i’d ever done — a distinction it still holds — and took me from being “windsor’s best-kept secret” to being considered cool by a bunch of people who wouldn’t give me the time of day before, with the change happening pretty much overnight. it was messed up. click here or on the picture above to read a bit more about it.)

THE TIGRESS AND HER MOLTEN FAMILY, IN SIX PARTS

another title that came out of nowhere. it made me think about getting back into longer song forms, and some fun potential song titles fell out, like “part one, in which the tiger eats his tail” and “part two, in which the tigress says, ‘why didn’t you tell me you were hungry? i could have made you a nice salad'”.

it could be something of an illustrated book, like a twisted children’s story, with a scene for each song. the title and song names would make it seem like a concept album, but it wouldn’t be, because the lyrics would have nothing at all to do with tigers.

i’m not sure if this will ever come to fruition, but it’s fun to think about.

(update: still like the title. still like the concept. still haven’t got around to putting any of it together. it’s probably one of those ideas that never really turns into anything.)

OUT-TAKES, MISFITS AND OTHER THINGS

many songs have fallen by the wayside over the years — some of them among my favourite things i’ve done. i’m working on making a sprawling collection of those lost tracks. it’ll probably end up being a 2 or 3-CD set.

i’ve got about half the songs mixed so far. a few need some serious work, like vocals and instrumental parts that were never recorded. i’d like to have this finished before 2008 gets too ripe. i’d also like it to come with a booklet in which i tell exciting stories about all the songs (i.e. how they came to be and why they didn’t come out sooner). it’s all endlessly arousing, i know.

(update: this album was finished and released in the winter of 2008. click here or on the picture above to read a bit about it. a second, somewhat less unwieldy misfits collection should be along sometime between 2016 and 2018, depending.)

DUST

an excuse to dust off some of the many songs that were written but never recorded. hence the title. although the title will probably change.

there are some things i’d still really like to tackle, that i just never got around to recording because there were too many other songs to think about. “emilio estevez” was the hit single i never had, and if i’d recorded it back in 1999 it would have changed the course of my whole career. or not. what career? exactly.

this is something that could easily turn into a long-term project with several volumes, because there are more than a few songs to choose from.

(update: i’m now calling this one “old songs”, and though it hasn’t made it beyond the brainstorming stage, don’t be surprised if it shows up sometime before 2029.)

DREAM SONGS

songs that came from, or were inspired by, dreams. since i figured out how to remember my dreams on a regular basis, there have been some interesting pieces of music in some of them that have stuck around. maybe i’ll include transcriptions of the dreams themselves in the liner notes to make it more interesting.

i’m not sure if this will work all that well as a cohesive album, but it’ll be an interesting project to attempt. and there’ll be some pretty catchy tunes, like the “running-back-to-mars montage”, and “things that hurt” — captain beefheart’s take on 80s pop.

(update: still dreaming. still have yet to start serious work on this one, though the odd dream song has found its way onto an album over the years. hopefully i’ll get around to digging into this thing one of these days.)

OTHER PEOPLE’S SONGS

something i never thought i would even think of considering thinking about: a covers album. this may never happen, but the legwork is there. of course, that never stopped me from junking projected albums in the past. potential covers include songs by the eurythmics, john cale, mary margaret o’hara, kylie minogue, my bloody valentine, dan hartman, the psychedelic furs, cassie, and on it goes.

what can i say? i was a child of the eighties. and some songs just seem ripe for reinterpretation/deconstruction, regardless of how much contempt i have for most pop music. i’m convinced “love is a stranger” will work as a slow, narcotic crawl, emphasizing the longing and stripping away the pop appeal.

i also still have a dream of covering the theme from “inspector gadget” as a smooth ska number at around 160 bpm, complete with horns and female backup vocals. i can hear it so clearly in my head, it’s not even funny. someday it’ll happen.

(update: a few songs have been recorded here, and here, and over here. still coming up with new ideas now and then. what i need to do is look into how much it would cost, and what i would need to do, in order to get the mechanical rights so i can actually release an album with all those cover songs on it without running the risk of getting in any legal trouble. i don’t think i can get around that even though i’d be giving the album away for free.)

A BOX OF FIRE

can we say “ridiculously ambitious”? yes, i believe we can. this is a projected concept album that would be a mixed media thing. in a nutshell, i would have to write a book before i could write the songs. it’s complicated, and would take a long time to explain the plot and how it all works. this is another thing i will probably never bring to fruition, but it would be interesting to try, especially since i don’t write much in the way of fiction anymore.

(update: this is probably far too ambitious to ever become a reality, but you never know. maybe i’ll just take the title and use it elsewhere, because i do like it. i also like that picture — “fire in dumpster”, by ben watts)

so those are the main things. there’s also the idea to record some sort of documentary following the making of an album (or several), but i imagine that would get kind of bland after a while…static shots of just one guy doing everything and talking to the camera. and other ideas. too many of them.

(update: i actually am filming something resembling a very DIY, rough around the edges semi-documentary following the making of an album. or several. the progress report videos got into a little bit of this here and there, but the thing i’m working on now is much larger and more ambitious.)

i guess we’ll see what happens.