Hey Adam and Matt and Logan and Jordan maybe someone else out there. Mom? I'll be moving this blog to http://feltsawreadorheardabout.wordpress.com/ This blogger.com stuff is too hard for me to use and make it look nice or interesting. Thanks for reading and thanks for the feedback.
I'm in the process of writing one last song for this sight. I'll post it ummm.... like...hmmm...

Guitar Naps Series - "The Gentle (Penetrating Wind) becomes Dispersion" and "Long Talk"

Are you bored or restless and want to go to sleep? I have just the thing. Allow me to read to you and interpret my I Ching fortune while I sing and play my guitar as I lay in my bed after a proverbial "long talk" with Lindsay.
I go on and on and then it cuts to me trying to sing and Alex Chilton song and be restless.
Q: "Where should we go from here? What should we say?"
A: Hexagram 57 becomes 59.
Track one is me flipping the coins an finding out my fortune.
Track 2 is interpretation.
uggg, what a night. Thanks for letting me sing to you internet.

http://www.sendspace.com/file/xh0jf0

I know this is awfully long and boring, but I like to read and sing and thought I would record it cause I feel like SHIT and that makes me feel better.
Another mutual unanswered Q tonight: "Why is it so hard to love?"
Possible answer in my head not mouth: It's easy to love books and music though.

Loving is easy really. It can't be forced, duh.
People love each other or they don't.
grummmmppph

To play outfeild for the Hiroshima Toyo Carp......

What a dream job. Day in and day out...
Both these catches come at the same park, with the same 2 teams, and the same pitcher watching his guy savve his ass, both a week apart.


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and Amazing again.

Keep Looking Up - Jack Horkheimer eulogy

before my show tonight I gave a eulogy and said this. I taped it by the way and will post some of Betsy's songs soon. She was great.

"Hi everyone- my name is Kyle - thanks for having me- I write songs and will play some soon but first I want to say something. I was in Madison last night playing a show and I was out side having a cigarette right before we went on and one of my good friends mentioned that Jack the Stargazer died that morning. It was terrible news, it floored me - I was a moment away from playing and I went on stage all teary eyed and had a frog in my throat when I tried to sing. For those of you who don't know, Jack Horheimer has a show on PBS every Sunday night and he gives the forecast of the stars for this week, like "Look due east at 4 am and you will see the gorgeous display of Venus and Jupiter near the horizon." Ever since I was a young kid I watched that show - when I was a kid he was called "Jack the Star Hustler" and about the time I found out what a Hustler magazine was he changed his name to the "Star Gazer" - and even now in my adulthood I watch it and love it. It was one of my earliest memories, pleading with my parents to stay up so I could watch it at 11 on Sunday, hey- if anyone makes it home before 11 turn on PBS and watch one last episode. Jack Horkheimer... What can I say? It really hurts to know this. i'm sorry I'm getting so emotional, you probably think I'm a Emo song writer... I'm sorry, I just want to say (tearing up on stage)---I was thinking about it all day and decided I wanted to play some songs that mention the skies and the stars and the moon as a tribute. I was going through my songs and it didn't surprise me to realize that almost every song I have ever written has a reference to those things. What surprised me is to realize how much of an influence Jack The Star Gazer is in my song writing and I never knew it. Since I was a kid- his attitude, his personality, his enthusiasm for the stars clicked with me, I share that passion and loved watching him zip around on the rings of Saturn. I always loved the feeling of the end of the weekend when I saw him on TV late on a Sunday, it was a ritual, and it was a subject that I will always be fond of- "Keep looking up" was his phrase - it would always give me a good feeling in so many ways - Keep Looking Up. So Jack, if you are up there, and I know damn well you are, I want you to know that you will be missed and this is for you. Thank you Jack Horkheimer. You mean so much to me and you are alive in my songs and here are some songs that you might like."

set:

Nadine- first line "When darkness falls, the moon and the stars, surely do rise..."

Panther in the Sky (means: shooting star) first line: "I've seen shapes in the sun..."

Neptune's Gate: duh

Bethany - "Midnight Summer, New Moon, Just the stars above and under....the stars fall, oh when my Bethany smiles..."

Blue Shadows- "Arizona Moon keep shining, from the desert sky above..."

Luv u Lot - "...Yeah she really blows my mind, like the sun up in the sky..."

Firefly blues - "Moon Beams, June Dreams -of dancing with you in the stars, oh the sky would be all ours."

and on and on...

Rest in Peace Jack.

Obsessed day 2

I don't know how any of this stuff works, but I decided to take the plunge. I put a bid on a boat today. Tomorrow I may be the owner of a 1968 28 foot sailboat.

Almost a year ago, I decided that I wanted to live on a boat for some time. It was a houseboat that inspired me that I could fulfill my childhood dream of owning a boat, a houseboat outing showed me that it wasn't just blue blazer hot shots out there enjoying the pleasure of the water. Houseboats are lazy though, sailboats are a challenge and require skill.

So, my 2 year plan starting last September was to buy a boat and a mooring in the breakwater of Milwaukee and park it there all summer long next year. I'll get a lil dinghy to get to shore and back, ride my bike to work and keep my books and plants and nice clothes at the fortress. I'll sail around the shores, and by next August I hope to be skilled enough to take it to Lake Superior around the Apostle Islands. I'll live in a boat, heck it sleeps 4, I'll take a room mate if anyone is crazy enough to live my dream too.

I'll be looking for a crew. Hopefully by tomorrow you can call me Captain.

Also, if you know anything about this topic, please help me.

Obsessed day 1

(in 3 part harmony this Saturday)

ooooh weee, ride me high,

tomorrows the day,

my bride's gunna come.

oooooh, are we gonna fly

down in that easy chair

I just got back from an incredible trip. I wish I was good with words. This song tells my story pretty well.

I think I have puberty of the soul. Too much stuff is changing and and changing fast.

"You wouldn't understand! No one understands MOM!"

Up next:

-Simpler Times vol 2 - (Vol 1 was a smash success! I may repress it...if I didn't give away my master copy...gotta find one)

-Houseboating

-Training

-Wedding Food

-Sailing Lessons

-Midwest Beets final recording sesh for next record, analogue.

-Fasting for 4 days in the boundary waters with no tent, no food, no one, zero contact- Spirit Quest

-Moving in Oct (secret...shhhh...don't tell anyone)

-Haircut?/Change of head

busy body, busy soul

my soul is getting soul-hair in weird places

Kyle Date (summer of kyle) Kyle Daten is my new name

There is no place that I would rather be tonight than a 4 hour drive to the middle of somebody's woods and set up my tent secretly and scare myself into writing a ghost story rock opera so bears don't eat me in the middle of the night. I really can't get this ball rolling otherwise. I know what is going on in town, yeah, that sounds great too. I'm sad I'll miss it.
No time to celebrate, the world is ending and I got too much to create. (that's not true - the celebrate part at least)
I've never been to a movie by myself, sounds awful.
Noah's Ark however....hmmmm.
k bye

Brainstorm / Outline for Simpler Times Vol 2 - houseboat, Mississippi river scary story

Title

"The Ghost of the Mississip"

"The Goonch of the Mississip"

"The Ghost and Goonch of the Mississp"

or

"The Ghost of the Mississip Goonch"

Goonch- a blood thirsty giant catfish of the Ganges that got the taste of blood from Hindi funerals

-has teeth

Mississip Goonch- fictional -or is it?- blood thirsty giant catfish that lives in northern mississipi river waters that got its taste of blood from:

-a grizzly murder on a fishing boat? - work with "ghost" as well

-civil war battle or 1812 battle on banks of river- research

-Indian battle on Banks:

-medicine man places curse

-medicine man turns into catfish - "legend of the catfish dates back to when ...(story of medicine man in battle, defeat, so on...)

-Indian Battle is oldest and easily fictitious/ research tribes customs etc... form story and establish patterns of fright that can apply to "THIS NIGHT that we are here" eg: once every 50 years, at the end of August, when the moon is this and the stars are that like tonight, then the goonch does this...

-radioactive spill

-voodoo mississippi curse

Goonch Characteristics ?:

-Has hundreds of razor sharp teeth

-800 lbs, 12 feet long

-barbels lined with razors

-barbels that can grab and pull like tentacles

-hunts at night

-can breath on land for some time

-swallows a man whole

-once ate an entire cattle/moose/ whatever

-Symbiotic parasite\

-turns men into zombies that lead entire crew to goonch, characteristics of infection include convincing everyone to come swimming at night, or I can act like I am carrying the parasite in subtle ways while telling story, (itching, hearing noises- "What was that?" over and over and then explain later in story that those who are under the control of this parasite frequently hear noises that aren't there etc...

-parasite is soul of medicine man/not parasite but possession, mystic take over of host body, this gives goonch conscious thought and wisdom, making it difficult to hunt, notice, kill etc...

-how does parasite/or possession occur?

-Goonch is actually a ghost? and can't be killed - that could be the final twist, hold off till end

Goonch sounds:

-Random Splash in river - set up by noticing those random splashes through out day before the story and commenting when they happen "What was that? I hope it's not the goonch." Throw rock in river when no one is looking and make comment afterwards. (an "insider" to the story can help set it up through out the day- a "plant" - lee olson? - likes wrestling = cinematic effects, and story line etc...

-splash is goonches barbels surfacing

-Taps on boat, hull of boat, creaking noises in boat, random noises boat makes, notice them and act scared through out the day

-Eagles Call "do you now why eagles call so often through the day?" eagles notice goonch in water and call from tree tops to other eagles warning them NOT to dive for a fish right now lest they rest in thousands of shreds in the stomach of the eagle hunting goonch below.

-eagles call can be helped/replicated by moving fingers up and down strings on fretboard quickly

-Garlgle, bubble bilge blower!

additional notes:

include point of view of fish

Dead goonch's last song

twist at end of story, third verse of last song before reprising "goonch theme"

Actual Song Stories and Fodder, will piece together story in between 4-6 songs:

-"The battle of the _____... harvest moon?/something to establish connection with present day"

-creation song, why goonch is here, minor chords, hook/chorus could be war cry of indians, verse would tell story, final hook/chorus could be a different version of war cry, except is is a cry of terror as the goonch eats a warrior indian?...

-"Goonch theme" this theme should be a minor key riff that will be the under riff for narration, that can be easily played with out interrupting train of thought as story is being told. Will be reprised in songs, perhaps all songs can include it in one or more keys, played loud at end of story

-"(First Victim) song"

-Fisherman writing a letter to his wife describing what he saw - title implies fate: "The last letter of Blah blah blah, the fisherman" song can be sung as one would read a letter, "Dear Lovely Wife, blah blah blah... also, there is a fucking goonch, but the guys say not to worry...." this can easily be a pop song, telling wife that he loves her and not to worry, the money will come soon, tell the kids i love them etc... song ends in narration/ key change back to goonch theme, man gets mauled, describe mauling...

End of Side A:

then....... hmmmm....

This is a start, I got less than 3 weeks to write and score this whole thing. Back to work

An Open Letter To The Person Who Stole My Guitar From My Van

Here is one of the last pictures of me with my guitar taken as I was recording the "lovemoms EP" tape. Look how happy it is to be in the woods. Pictured stolen objects: Capo, Tambo, Maraca Stick, Journal, Case, Guitar

I was reading these open letters recently and realized the thereputic value in writing them. I decided to write my own:

Open Letter To The Person Who Stole My Guitar From My Van

Hello,

You are the new owner of my guitar. I should say you are the owner of a guitar I once owned until it was stolen from me by you. You'll have to forgive me fumbling for words here - I have a tendency to get confused when I think of possession and ownership. The guitar, made from wood specifically a cedar face, wild cherry body and silver leaf maple neck, came from trees that belong to the Earth, not me. The strings that I just put on days ago, a glowing copper that resonates with perfect sustain, were mined from the Earth, also not belonging to me. The logical side of my brain would like to reckon that you stole it for one particular reason - to flip it to someone who will give you enough money for a small bag of drugs. However, I have asked the logical side of my brain to sit back while I write this. I believe in the good nature of human beings, and for the most part I can trust that belief. I would like to entertain some of the less likely reasons that you stole my guitar from me, like the debate that I just mentioned. Perhaps you had announced that you were going to debate the ownership of my guitar and I didn't receive the memo so the debate was forfeited to you. You would say you earned it like I did. Me, working hard at my job so I can earn money to pay for it at a small shop that I frequent - and you earning it by being born with two gifts, the one suppressing your conscience, and two, a slippery occupational skill that involves working with your hands like the one I developed myself, only yours is stealing and mine is a dental assistant. Side bar: I would like to mention that with any skill you need time to develop your gift- and if it is a God given skill than may He help you refine it in this devil's world that will put you behind bars and thwart the precious years you have to learn. Think of the athletes who break a leg and can no longer compete at the level they once used to - with all that skill, it is a damn shame.

In this debate your points would include that it is made from the Earth, and belongs to the Earth, and not to one owner, but all. I respect that argument, had I the chance to counter I would. I would first suppress your original argument with a talk about the age of agriculture (eg: tilling the Earth for vegetables to trade for other goods like guitars) and how your argument doesn't apply to the society in which we live in. If you were to counter with a point that the age of agriculture is corrupt and out dated no longer applies to the society that we need to evolve into - where people are equal to nature and the word possession is a word that starts wars and prevents peace - you being the revolutionary of this movement are attempting to set a precedent of evolutionary thought with the act of stealing my guitar from my van. At that point of the debate, I would pick up a glass of water and take a final calm sip before I say to you in closing "Is this hand holding this glass of water 'OWNED' by me? Are the cells in my body taking this water through their membranes and creating life and thought and ideas 'OWNED' by me? Surely they are controlled voluntarily or not and are governed with the same consequences as the choices I make. If I dropped this glass to the ground right now (Drop glass for effect- glass and water spill everywhere) would we say, 'the hand that man owns is out of control?' Is the hand owned by me? I say 'No.' I say that just like the guitar that was taken from the van, they are not owned or possessed by me like a bank owns a foreclosed farm - No - but like the cells in my body and my empty hand before you now the guitar is a part of me, as a whole - it is an extension of me and my soul that can be taken and placed under a microscope and removed, but it is a part of me. Please, allow me to continue..." ...but I never got the memo about the debate.

I have never stolen anything in my life except for my roommate's food and beers at a party and it is hard for me to enter your mind. I lie, I did steal a pack of Spider Man collector cards from Super One Foods once when I was twelve and retched with guilt before leaving the store, I threw them atop some produce at the other end of the store before scurrying away. Do you know that feeling too? I feel sorrow if it burns your heart like mine did that day, twelve and capable of knowing right and wrong- and that a wrong act is being done at my hands, affecting the environment that I live in in a negative way- it is not a feeling I would wish for anyone.

But like I said, I give you the benefit of the doubt and put my ego/logic aside for this letter. I make desperate attempts to understand with compassion, please don't play me a fool twice.

I wonder if you are like me and love to write songs more than anything else in the world. I wonder if you took my guitar from my van because you would love to write songs so much that you know that there is no better way to relax from a hard day with just the mere thought that a guitar, THAT GUITAR will be waiting to comfort and provide your spare time with the dear therapy of writing and playing your favorite songs. Hell, man... "spare time?" You make time. Hell, man... "Make time?" Time itself bends for you when you have that guitar in you lap hugging you, holding you, you holding it. "What is the feeling of love, of the touch of a woman you love so much, the way she holds you, the way you touch her skin and make goosebumps, on a perfect night?" you might ask... but then you know the answer when you can express it on that guitar - the greatest feeling of all. I wonder if you are like me.

If so, you might think "what do all these ornaments and things on this guitar mean?" That's what I would think too. Those are the parts of that guitar that are the characters like personality, eye color, temperament, nose shape etc. They were all gifts given to me by beautiful people and remind me some of the greatest times of my life. They don't mean anything to you, no offense, they don't mean anything to anyone like they do to me. I put them there because those moment s inspire me to do what I love to do -write songs - so I put them in a place -my guitar -where I can constantly think about my inspiration, and humbly give it back to the world - you included - in my songs with out asking for a thing from anyone. Not a cent, not a clap of the hands, nope, the thing that makes me truly happy is- well... was- to play that instrument of my love of life for nothing in return but the return of a perpetual love of song. I wonder if you are like me, in that sense... do you want to play a guitar for the love of playing, and that's it?

If so, you might be interested in a few maintenance tips, as nobody, not a one folk, not even the luthier who built it knows that guitar more than I do, so listen up. With proper care you will start to notice the guitar smiles when it is happy.

The guitar likes to play for pretty girls.

The guitar likes it when you bang on it rhythmically in the middle of a song.

The guitar doesn't like hard plectrums.

The guitar doesn't like moisture or my roommates.

The guitar Loves to play outside, in the deep woods, around a fire pit, on top of a waterfall

The guitar appreciates it when you thank it

I wonder if you are even a songwriter at all, but would just like to become one with my guitar. You may have been lonely, searching for words like I am now.... when at previously times like this... when I can't complete my thoughts.... I would pick up that guitar and play a few chords and sing for a moment before I could return to my work with a fresh mind. It is that guitar that plays songs for you, like a wind up box. Give it a strum, and let go of what you think you know, but hold on tight because the guitar will do the rest, THAT guitar will. You may have known that moments before you stole it was that guitars finest hour, oh yes. When we, guitar and I overcame an incredible pain on our finger to play for a group of my friends in the woods. The pain so intense, the venue along the river in the woods, the audience an intimate group of listeners, the songs we wrote together that month for the occasion - it was a perfect storm. We became one, there was no guitar or me, only one instrument. Where one could fail because of inadequately pressing on the strings making a dull note, we became One, picking up that tone and letting it ring out clear. A marriage, a meld, absolutely complete with the songs of our creation, and enlightenment of the best I could do, perfection achieved. Perhaps it was that feeling that you envy, and wanted it for yourself. Knowing that feeling first hand, I say how could one NOT ENVY? For that you shall remain blameless.

That guitar was me and I was it. Together we opened doors beyond the scope of our reality, into the ether of other dimensions to extract ideas and bring them back to interpret in a song, the guitar had the keys to those doors and I tuned them. Like an arm or a leg, the thought of the guitar NOT being apart of me could only occur once it was taken from me by you. I purchased it as a musical instrument, but I pumped it with my heart and poured my soul through it, it changed and so did I, we changed together. We experienced life and wrote about it together. It became an extension of me, not my body, but an extension of my soul. And now it is gone. I'm not writing this to ask you for it back, or to understand why you did it. I guess I have one question that pertains to the vanity of my hard work and now I'll allow my ego to rejoin this letter... When you stole that guitar out of my van, could you tell that you were stealing a part of my soul? Or was it not that noticeable? It wasn't just an instrument of music, it is a measuring instrument of the amount of my soul I put in. Also, one more question, why didn't you take the tape of our last recording together in our finest hour dummy? It was right next to it.

Please take good care of that guitar and it will take good care of you.

Sincerely,

kyle denton

broken hearted song writer

hehehe

http://www.mcsweeneys.net/links/openletters/18dreams.html

and I can relate to this playing at 2 block parties this summer

http://www.mcsweeneys.net/links/openletters/26hippies.html

Simpler Times Vol 1 -review

Simpler Times Vol 1
Feat: Adam K

Side A:
"Honey, be my humble bumble bee, boo"
"Panther in the Sky"
"Differnt Islands"

Side B:
"Firefly Blues"
"First Base"

All songs recorded at lovemoms, all songs written by Kyle D

I got my first review last night of my latest release "Simpler Times Vol 1" in two words.

"the "simpler times" tape DOES sound awesome!
holy shit!"

was written feedback from the only person in the world who has this release, fine music lover Chris Capelle. That makes a 100% satisfaction rating, and that is the only statistic that I care about in this scenario. I'm not really concerned that nobody wanted one as long as 100% of the people that have one are satisfied with an expletive exclamation. Adam gets one, I'll give one to my mom, that means there are 3 left, and if you are reading this and want one please just ask me. I don't want to sell them, it is a labor of love, they are yours to take. If you read this and it's too late and you still want one, please check in for "Simpler Times Vol 2" coming soon.
The premise that I am developing is to try to find my own sound. The "simpler Times" theme is perfect for me and my simple taste and skills. All recordings are "organic" noises and acoustic sounds that will be recorded in "simpler" environments with an on-board mic. There will be absolutely no electronic enhancements, no effects, and no post production. The sound captured is placed on a cassette tape to enhance that feel of simplicity. The songs written will attempt to provide the listener with a root feel for several genres (pop, country, blues, children's music, punk, surf) all things that I have been influenced by myself, I am attempting to make the songs as simple as possible, and consequently bringing a complexity to the music.
I do it because it is fun, I love it, and this is the path of sound that I would like to experiment with for the next few months. I would like to capture a feel of all of the seasons in my songwriting somehow, and produce them in the environment that will help enhance that feel. Example: In winter - using icicles as drum sticks or even chimes, recording inside the house when you can hear the wind howling, or using sleigh bells.. etc and the songs will be about being cold or staying warm or death or kissing with a hot coco moustache. In fall - using piles of leaves to get a maraca sound etc... you get the picture.
Part of the philosophy in this is to NOT promote it. I don't want to make money, I just want to write a song that someone will listen to and like. I don't want to get away from that foundation. It that "simple."
I plan on recording "Simpler Times Vol 2" on a house boat this month, though I will probably not do any more live shows to release the tapes unless ... maybe I will.. but it will be unique and less of a "show."

the project I am working on for "Simpler Times Vol 2" is a ghost story told through several songs.

The following project that I have also began working on, "Vol 3" is also known as "I dreamed I was called to love." An origianl short story inspired by a dream that I will interpret through songs as well.
Once again, the tapes are free if you want them, there are 3 left. They each have a one of a kind cover collage from old National Geographic Magazines. To get rid of them would really make me happy, the happiest guy ever. Make my day please.

Jesse Parker's reaction to my previous post

Fuck that guy, who gives a shit what he thinks.

Anyway, I'm already feeling better even though I can't play my guitar. Remember when Michael Jordan scored 60 points in a playoff game and he had the flu? I think I had the shitty-guitar-player version of that feat tonight when I played with a finger that I can't touch with my opposing thumb tip - it hurts so incredibly bad, or as my boss would say "like the dickens.". When it comes to shitty guitar players like me, I want to be like mike.

This made me feel better. Thanks Chris. Also, fuck "Crawlin' Back" to anyone who makes you feel like shit, especially Jesse Parker and the devil too. Don't listen to a word I'm singing here, everything I wrote is a lie.

I learned how to walk and talk in Texas, and for the next 12 years I talked liked they did until I moved north and when I was a teenager I learned NOT how to talk like a Texan, less'n I won-ned to get made fun offff.
I successfully repressed my first dialect, but often times it comes out when I'm singing and I can't help it if I sound like a hillbilly. I find myself conditioned to apologize so the likes of Jesse Parker and his cronies don't find a chink in my armor and shove me around calling me an inbred.
You are an Inbred you inbred!
(There)

Jesse Parker Punching Me in the Stomach in 11th Grade

I remember when Jesse Parker punched me in the stomach in 11th grade. It was in between 6th and 7th hour. It was in between my liver and lungs. It was in between the two stair cases that was the common area of the high school. It was in between the moments where I was in the most pain and the most humiliated.

I remember that right now cause I was trying to think of how I felt at this moment too.

God, that guy was a fucking asshole.

Wherever you are Jesse Parker, I say Fuck You! with the fury of my night tonight plus my day that day.

Fuck You Jesse Parker!

Can this shit get any more bolder please?

FUCK! YOU! JESSE! PARKER!

Lovemoms Recording Today and a sneak peak of "Honey, be my humble bumble bee, boo"

I went to Lovemoms today to record new songs for a tape that I will release Thursday at Lovemoms too. The tape will be limited to 6-15 releases, depending on me wondering how many people will be there on time and will actually buy a tape. I think they are great! I think I could sell a million, this shit is platnuim new age Elephant Walk shit... but I won't, I'll probably sell 4 and feel bad that I made 6.

Adam and I got there, turned back, got some bug spray, went back and spent the afternoon at Lovemoms using her plethora of sound potential in the songs for a great minimal ambiance feel.

Tracks include:

-Snapping sticks to mimic hand claps

-Rustling of leaves to mimic maracas and the sound of a record being scratched

-An airplane flying over head during the "make out solo" to give an awesome sound like a rocket launching when the song describes the first time I kissed a girl, totally awesome

-cicadas

-birds

-tri-athlete's training

-Shawnee rain chants that a training tri-athlete would be attracted to and later describe as a "crisp chant"

-vocals by Adam K too

-the summery-est jams I can write this summer

Adam will accompany me on Thursday, we play at 6 sharp, sharp, sharp! Come listen, come get a tape, join the elite 6 that have one.

Here is a song preview, "Honey, be my humble bumble bee, boo" that sounds much better on tape, no lie.

2 tracks:

Track 1: Adam on bongo, kyle guitar/ vocals

Track 2: Adam and Kyle handclaps, kyle: vocals, oohs, buzzes Adam: buzzes, ooohs

It's a very sexual educational song from the perspective of a flower to a bee.

We learn the long vowel sounds, and puns

click here for the link and follow along the lyrics to learn

Oh humble bumble bee

won't you stumble next to me

I'm brightly dressed

are you impressed?

Won't you humbly bumbly buzz?

Sweetest nectar (that) ever was

I guarantee

Honey be my be my honey

Honey bee, my bee

Bu-bu-bu-bumble, bumble boo

wait my life time just for you

come down hither

before I wither

Won't you humbly bumbly buzz?

Tickle me with your fuzz

take me away

Honey be my be my honey

Honey bee, my bee

Oh so humble

(now we are going to take the letter B,

and put a long vowel after it you see- like)

BAAA

BEEE

BIIII

BOW

BOOOOO BOOOOOOOO

I need you!

Honey be my be my honey

Honey bee, my bee

Honey be my be my bumble

Honey bee, My humble boo

Honey bee, My humble boo

Lovemoms Recording and Jingle Application for David Gruber Law Office LLC "One Call That's All"

I'm spending my evening in, getting my shit together for a show on Thursday, um this Thursday at Lovemoms under the name Bo Jackson Browne, that Eric gave me. He texted, "What do you want to be called on the flyer?" I said, "I don't know, something about Bo Jackson and Huckleberry Finn." My second band ever with my brother and Ryan Adams was called the Bo Jacksons. We played one show 9 years ago on my birthday. Bo Jackson Browne works for me.

Tomorrow wake early and head out to Lovemoms to spend the day recording a tape for that show. I want to capture the ambiance of Lovemoms in sounds, like breaking sticks and rubbing leaves together. The tape will be a very limited edition, I'll probably only make 15 or so, and all of the art is one of a kind collages form 1970's Natty Geos. The tapes will be 8 mins and 30 seconds per side, so I figure it will be a 6 song EP of recent stuff. Stuff you have heard demos on here, and songs that I'm really proud of but too shy to put up here. Like:

"Honey, Be My Humble Bumble Bee, Boo" an educational song about long vowel sounds, alliteration, puns, and the circle of life as told from the perspective of Mary Gold the Flower to the one she wants to seduce, the Humble Bumble Bee.

"Fire Fly Blues"

""How Coyote Put The Stars In the Sky" a native american myth story that is a true story too.

"Tube On (Tubing On To Be One)" a Chuck Berry esque song about Tubing and my feelings on the direction that the tube should go. (hint: it's "On")

"Different Islands"

"Fist Base" about "I wrote this song when I was 12" is the first line, and the second is "I wrote this song.... yesterday...." and that is a fact.

I have a few more I'll record tomorrow to compete for the final spot. The tape will also include a digital download code if you don't have a tape player but want to hear them. I hope you do, it's exciting and I think it will turn out cool. All tracks will be "organic" and there will be zero effects, I will use a variety of instruments...I think it will be worth the "whatever you want to give me is alright" that I will be charging. I'm really excited about it - to get out in the woods and record by myself all day, to sing songs I love to sing at one of my favorite place and again on Thursday to my friends and favorite people, my version of summer jams. It's exciting!

Here is how I take a break from preparing:

Jingle Application for David Gruber Law Offices LLC:
I think I have listened to this radio advert during too many Brewers games and decided to take 67 seconds of my brain time and 2 empty PBR cans to spruce it up a bit.

Here is "One Call that's All"