Let me render that in Latin and request you engrave it in marble somewhere sometime: procedere sicut aliquis curis.
A bedroom musician, I taped a bunch of songs with GarageBand back in Denvertown. Most have been sitting out in the open over on the Cloud of Sound, but why not collect them into a proper album. I had all the ingredients. After all this time the recipe was simple: give it a title (a personal motto), add appropriate packaging, release to the world.
You’re cued up with track no. 4. Always thought I might do more with it, perhaps add a second voice (hello Toddy!), make a video (hello Jessi & Scott!), but alas. Fun fact: I recorded the vocals on my commute to work. Fans of RTD, listen closely.
A few notes on the rest of this EP (find it all here):
- “Circle” isn’t much more than a sliver, a spare tunelet plucked and keyed, and truth is I recorded this as a guide for playing something else. But there’s beauty in the mundane, right?
- Funny—I do now live on a sort of cul-de-sac, and I am currently on the HOA. But the rest is (still) fiction.
- My neighbor in Denver had an impractically glorious Pontiac Grand Prix SJ parked on the street for years (and likely still does). Summer sun baked away its factory sheen, and winter snow made its sharp angles all the stranger. That car and its shifting stillness is at least a little bit behind this arpeggiated experiment in composed music for two stringed instruments and an iPad app called Bebot.
- See above.
- Another tune I think could be bigger, longer … but better? Maybe not. This one is dedicated Uncle Rick.
- I imagine this song coming in the scene immediately after “Baby It’s Cold Outside,” when the man-who-won’t-take-no-for-an-answer finally realizes no is the answer.
- John Dowland meets Chuck Berry, but the lamenter’s identity shall remain private.
To be honest, I like these songs and hope you will too. But I also know the world is jam-packed with homemade music, and your freetime is limited. Still, Kingsize Beast say: proceed as if they give a damn.™
You’ve read this far, and if you’ve got the music playing, here’s my offer: I’ll send a sticker to you, if you send an SASE. Address the envelope to Yes I Give a Damn, PO Box 691, PT WA 98368 USA.
And as sweet Kansans are known to say, ad astra per aspera, et cetera.