Track Project: (this is it the last one) Day Thirty-five!!!

I'm posting this a little on the late side because I got massively interrupted. The first thing I was going to post got corrupted so I had to toss it. I was in the middle of recording another thing when I got interrupted by a phone call. A friend of the family is in the hospital right now and it's kind of serious. So I scraped that other track too and made this. Not exactly how I thought this project would end but hey that's life/notlife.

Track Project: Day Thirty-four

This is the first song I remember writing in Los Angeles. I lived there for a brief period when I was young, I might still be young.

Track Project: Day Thirty-three

This one requires some verbiage before the listen. I wrote it long ago when I was young. It reflects a harsh reality about the Christmas season and did not literally happen. But the emotions are real.

Track Project: Day Thirty-two

Epic weirdness in Victorian garb, or something about a desert.

Track Project: Day Thirty-one

This is a hymn based off of a Spanish tune. Sometimes it's nice to put the guitar down.

Track Project: Days Twenty-nine and Thirty

Had another strange day yesterday so today we have another double post.

Day Twenty-nine:


This is a family camp favorite. It's not serious at all.

Day Thirty


A wordless track.

Track Project: Day Twenty-eight

Based off an awkward encounter in a grocery store. This is a quintessential break up song. (whatever "quintessential" means)

Track Project: Day Twenty-seven

I'll fated journey for a fish...they don't do well on road trips.

Track Project: Day Twenty-six (9 days left!)

Malaria anyone?

Track Project: Day Twenty-five

Hey, there are only ten more days to go!

Track Project: Day Twenty-four

I wrote this back in 2003 (I think). It was when all that Enron tech bubble stuff was going down. This is sort of about that but set on a sailing ship.

Track Project: Day Twenty-three

Track Project: Day Tewnty-two

This is a hymn, 'k.

Track Project: Day Twenty-one

Oh, the pain of playing an open mic gig!

Track Project: Day Twenty

No comment.

Track Project: Day Nineteen

I had a bloody nose that day... and weirdness.

Track Project: Day Eighteen

No comment.

Track Project: Day Seventeen

What happens when your parents age? Yeah.

Track Project: Day Sixteen

No comment.

Track Project: Days Fourteen and Fifteen

Day Fourteen

Note: Life is hard juggling this project and all the other things I do is challenging. You'll just have to trust me that I had this ready yesterday but didn't have time to post.



Day Fifteen