This remake is weird, I used a layering of acoustic guitars and a bright british distortion for the chorus. Gated drums for that 90′s industrial icing.
Distance in writing is often a duel edged sword. I would be interested in locking myself in a room somewhere where I had no idea where I was. – I’m curious if it would make a difference.
Sensory deprivation is an amazing way to retreat yourself, you’d be surprised at what ideas spider crawled down the walls of situations that you imagined could happen. Mostly to be reminded that they were never what you believed them to be in the first place.
Solitude has never sowed despair here. I find it calming and numbing at the same time. When you remove the sources that we so addictively reach for to cut ourselves over and over – you can at least stave them off.
And these times I’d just rather be numb, and awake.
Hearing the Fall
Closing this door was easier than I expected. I actually did not even take a second glance at you to watch the light wash from your eyes. You never understood the depth of what I ever thought, and you seamlessly walked forward believing to yourself that you never felt it either.
The amount of insensitivity in your breath and tact gives me enough momentum in my grip to find great sensation as I hear bone splinter, plunging this steel into your left ear. Oddly enough your expression as you sleep looks benignly the same as it did before I ever stepped into this room.
Did you really believe that I would just sit in my abode and ingest the parade that you put on in front of me? Did you actually find this part of the story to be more of a dessert than that of the main course?
Now that your head has more of an open view, you can hear the things that were dancing outside your door. Maybe the splitting of your matter can permeate inside, finally to water the thoughts that you once believed to be true.
As it goes to say ‘too much, too little now’ is the lullaby that is singing you to sleep. Hearing the point embed into what I understood to be the back of your skull was the graffiti I needed to leave in your mind, reminding you of those fairer days when words into ears carried more than the weight of a lash.
Hard was the fall dear, and the sentiment paints heavily upon your brow.
Excerpt from “Hearing The Fall” – Entries of Ava Grace, The Illustrated Journal 2013
I often like to experiment with the less than standard recording techniques. It’s not too far for me to place microphones behind screen doors to catch the sound of outdoor noises, or rain, or water running out of a faucet. It’s the subtle things that become more important at times when I plan this stuff out, mostly things that no one will ever know but me. But in the end, I know that they are there – whether anyone hears a difference or not, well that’s on someone else’s plate.
I laid the tracks for this acoustic cover of Ned’s Atomic Dustbin’s ‘Happy’ while I was sitting under the enclosure of a hard wood desk. So about 70% surrounded by solid wood, or particle wood whatever (it’s heavy, I can’t move the thing). I guess I just liked the way things bounced back at me, even if it was tedious cramming myself, guitars and cords while sitting awkwardly for an hour. One mic jacked directly in, and one SM58 hanging slightly higher than the sound hole going towards the neck.
I’m ok with that spacey sound, this song travelled with me long enough over the years that playing it live generally gives me the looks like I’m from another planet anyhow.
And that’s that.
“Do not go gentle into that good night.” – Dylan Thomas
Heart Flutter by Scott Saw.
A lot easier to turn off than it use to be.
Me in 1988 (Ded Heds) & Me in 2007 (Worm Suicide w/ Misfits)
I took a bit of a breather the last few weeks while out promoting the Bad Girlfriend Red record. I was singing this old Misfit song on the way home last night in my vehicle so in getting ready to start doing some studio work again, I sat down and tracked all of this out over a few hours. It’s fast and raunchy guitar along with haphazard vocals but it was really just fun setting up and grinding this.
Sometimes less is more, and the best old punk rock hardly comes with polish.
This saturday I will be live on The Mr. Producer Show talking some music, and about my latest CD/short story book Bad Girlfriend Red. You can listen live at their website at 9PM CST and also stream their broadcasts on Stitcher and iTunes.
The Mr. Producer Show (out of Indiana) runs 2 hours every weekend on saturday where they interview various indie musicians and air their music. Should be a fun time with these guys so check it out!
If you miss the program, I will have the links of the show up and running at the bottom of this post next week.
It was a blast doing The Mr. Producer Show this last saturday – I want to thank them for having me on! You can hear the podcast from this weekend over here on their site, check it out!