how many circa 1997 indies does it take to screw in a light bulb? 13. 1 to screw it in and 12 to write zines about it.
how many goths does it take to screw in a light bulb? answer too obvious.
how many hippies does it take to screw in a light bulb? none. they’ll get you to do it, use the electricity, then yell at you about your carbon footprint. they’ll also drink all of your beer. be careful.
how many ska musicians does it take to screw in a lightbulb? none. they’ll get a jamaican to do it and steal the credit.
how many circa 2009 indies does it take to screw in a light bulb? 14,000,000. 1 to screw it in and 13,999,999 to download it from soulseek.
i wasn’t sure if I should name this song “i don’t know myself” or “i don’t know, myself.” it’s a major connotation shift. i hope i made the right choice. the road less traveled or the one with more dirt and grime. that’s the quessie at hand, folks.
this is another oldie but “goodie.” i didn’t have time to make a song today so i decided to use up the mulligan a little bit early. the song is fairly ridiculous. the picture is better. they found a baby in a sandwich?!
thanks to the hard work of tasha, jesse and radio shack, there are now four more old mulligans to unleash upon the world. this is the first one. it’s very old. it sounds ok, just don’t pay attention to the words and you’ll be fine. thanks again, even though it’s been a decade, to juliet for playing violin.
this is not to be confused with the classic bruce willis flick of the same name. no, this is an old song. i finally found a new one. ok, truth be told i was holding on to it for a day when i really, absolutely, definitively did not want to make a song. today is that day. to those new here. i am allowed to post one old song a week. however, a month or two ago i ran out. no reprieve. do not pass go. do not collect your $200 dollars. but today’s vacation is like gentle breeze on a warm summer’s day. actually, there were several of those.
who better than good ole ernie hems to represent moral grayness? he was. i wouldn’t put it past that crazy mofo to have faked his own death. he’s been hunting rare elephants for the past 49 years wearing nothing but a dirty pair of underwear and a mets cap.
this song will not be on any greatest hits compilation, that’s for sure. but whatever, i no longer have the luxury of mulligans so once in a while i just gotta slab on the molly mcbutter instead of molly mcactualbutter.
this is just a simple folk song. i was going to do some overdubs but then decided it didn’t need it. would be better off without it. so, it’s sort of like a vanilla ice cream sundae with no fudge or nuts or anything. here is to hoping it’s McDonald’s or Ben and Jerry’s vanilla and not, um, those five gallon tubs they had at elementary school.
actually, those were kind of good. they tasted like clouds. also, here are some reviews i did of my own songs over at heave media.
Don’t quote me, but I think this is the third part of the trilogy I started earlier in the week. this is kind of a jammer. too bad about the middle link. email me if you want the full thing linked together, with the “drums only” portions removed and such. i haven’t done it yet though. but i will. but i will. another day, jackie ray.
and the fact that i made all of these garbage references on july 4th is simply a coincidence. jeeze man, these aren’t the bush years.
this is the second part of an “epic” trilogy. i’m using reverse star wars logic, though. in my trilogy, the second part is the most boring, with the first and third being bombastic. but if you listen to the end of yesterdays, and then today’s, you can hear the connection. when i’m done with all three i’ll post them together somehow.
and oh yeah, i’ve been doing this thing a half year now. am i a glass half empty or half full guy? that remains to be seen..