Mary Anne

There are a couple of special days in Song-A-Day. Sometimes, it’s a random thing where someone issues a general challenge of some sort: ”Disco Monday,” “Write something with this as the title,” and, of course, there’s the non-mandatory cover day on the 22nd, but the halfway point is Valentines Day. The 14th is a great opportunity to write a love song or, at the very least, a thank you or apology for having to put … Continue reading

The Crossing

As has become a pattern so far this month, or at least for the last 5-6 days, I start out floundering, decide on just something to get started, and end up with a piece that actually kind of works. Sometimes the initial ideas are more baked than others, but none of them have outright fallen apart. I attribute this very much to the old John Cleese statement that “creativity is not a talent, it is … Continue reading

Right?

I was happy with yesterday’s track and had a reasonable chunk of time to experiment. I’m starting to hit that blank page anxiety feeling every day, but so far they’ve all turned out. Despite being re-committed to making music that I want to make instead of what I think people want to hear, I still have this nag in the back of my mind. “Another DnB track? Boring.” “Nobody needs ambient.” “You’ve been writing lyrics. … Continue reading

Climbing Crow Hill

Having finished A Monkey on Your Back relatively early in the evening, I enjoyed several hours just messing around with sounds. Monkey wasn’t an unpleasant experience in any way, but aside from trying to reach an audience and make some money, I love creating music and exploring sounds. It’s fun. Mary went to bed relatively early, I put my headphones on, and the main sound of this track emerged. I had it on a loop … Continue reading

A Monkey on Your Back

In case you were of the mistaken assumption that when music comes to me in a dream, it’s majestic or deep or the words of the cosmos or my innermost voices rising to the surface, I present today’s song. This is one of two songs that was in my head when Olive the terrorist demanded that we had slept long … Continue reading