February 28, 2011

#036: The Lion Sleeps Tonight

CoversJasonMichaelMike PNatashaSarahVirginia

The Lion Sleeps Tonight

Sarah: Vocals
Michael: Vocals, Percussion
Mike P: Guitar
Jason: Bass, Backing Vocals
Natasha: Keyboards
Virginia: Accordion

An attempted reggae-version of this golden oldie that devolves into a swinging accordion groove and a wonderfully-botched ending.

January 31, 2011

#035: Neruda Out Of Balance

Neruda Out Of Balance

Virginia: Vocals
Mike P: Guitar
Jason: Bass
Michael: Percussion, Vocals

An attempt to swing some background music while Virginia reads some Spanish Neruda poetry on top. Out of balance, out of days, out of ways to cope with our three-wheeled feelings…

September 29, 2010

#031: Noodles


Virginia, Steve, Michael: Vocals

Virginia and Steve started doing this tandem set of “doodle doodle” vocals and this almost-rehearsed sounding acapella piece came out spontaneously. We also play up the fact that Steve grew up pronouncing the word “Guitar” without the letter U.

September 22, 2010

#030: Moonshine



Michael: Piano, Bass, Synth
Jason: Vocals, Guitar
Steve: Vocals
Virginia & Sarah: Percussion

One of our favorite styles: the loose acoustic blues jam, where everyone seems to play in different rooms at the same time. Steve has been travelling since he was nine years old. Been wandering down on the bayou, with the waves lapping at his legs like a puppy getting his first taste of mother`s milk. Mother`s milk mixed with Moonshine. Old Pops out in the woods would jump out from nowhere, under the influence of that moonshine. He loved that stuff.

September 15, 2010

#029: Mideastern


Virginia: Guitar
Jason: Bass
Michael: Vocals

Virginia has an aptitude for playing something mideastern-sounding on every instrument she touches. Time to drone.

August 27, 2010

#025: How Many Bags

How Many Bags

Jason: Guitar, Vocals
Debbie: Chorus Vocals
Virginia: Percussion, End Vocals
Michael: Percussion, Backing Vocals

Jason was on the truck, and he saw this man with a bag of glass in his hands. He looked at him and said: “Why?” He said “Fill this bag with vegetables,” and, after receiving them, proceeded to slice each of his veggies into three pieces with a pair of hedge clippers. “One for the father, one for the son, one for….” How many bags do you want for an eye? How many bags will you have her lug?

June 27, 2010

#023: Horseradish


Steve: Vocals
Virginia: Guitar
Michael: Vocals, Bass

The hazy, muddy moans of horse. Steve is singing gibberish. It`s not horse radish, but jabber rash. Doesn`t jibberish sound like jabber rash? He caught some jabber rash on his arm with some gibberish. You plant a horse and you get a radish. Steve was saddle-sore on his chest and it didn’t hurt. Things were riding his chest all day long. Riding it wrong, all day long.

April 15, 2010

#018: Mosquito


Michael: Vocals, Guitar
Jason: Bass
Virginia: Vocals

A very mellow (creepy) acoustic tune, ending up with Michael whispering about mosquitos over only Jason`s awesome basslines and Virginia’s buzzing fly sounds. It’s a bit more serenely disquieting than that description would suggest though. Fun fact: the last five seconds is Michael`s audio interpretation of a fly being caught on a windshield with a wet rag that was in the middle of waxing the car.

April 8, 2010

#017: Appalachian Valley / January Snow


Appalachian Valley / January Snow

Michael: Guitar, Vocals
Jason: Harmonica, Vocals
Sarah: Vocals
Virginia: Rattles, Intro Vocal
Arthur: Percussion, *Plastic*

Appalachian Valley, 1965. It was a difficult summer. I killed a man there once. There was red red blood all over the white white January snow, which was the cause of death. He knew he would take his clothes off in the whitest snow he had ever seen, amidst the hypothermia and the cocaine that hung out together like two bums on a train, doing January snow.

(This is our murder ballad soaked in heavy reverb. The incredibly apt gunshot sound at 0:16 was unplanned and came out of nowhere!)

March 25, 2010

#015: Antonio’s Corpse

Antonio`s Corpse

Sarah: Vocals
Natasha: Piano
Jason: Vocals, Ukulele, Harmonica
Michael: Vocals, Bass
Virginia: Accordion
Mike P: Guitar

This was a melodramatic Tom Waits-style polka that we did, which not surprisingly turned out to be a lot of fun. Lyrics are all over the place, but basically, Michael is in a restaurant where paintings are walking around talking about him. They don`t like his belt. Jason then describes a corpse he is looking for. Sarah can`t find her Antonio. We tell her that we saw his corpse in the field yesterday. Jason says some things in Spanish, and then there are ice sculptures of dead swans. The end.

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