# Tracks | 29 |
Total Time | 69:00 |
Source | Tascam 424 4-track |
Src Date | 1996 - 1999 |
Mixing | Cool Edit 96, DDClip |
Mix Date | 1999 Dec - 2000 Jan |
Release Date | 2000-01-17 |
This here is the first CD of remixes of the material from 1994 through 1999 recorded from 1996 to 1999 and mixed in Dec 1999 to Jan 2000. I wanted to finalize the older stuff but without caving in to the desire to retape absolutely everything. There's still a lot of untouched old recordings, but most of it sucks so bad, it may be better to just let the magnetic tape reorder itself to incoherence.
High quality mp3s of the tracks have arrived. Made with RazorLame, these puppies use the best in VBR magic. This is basically the quality of CD. To get the best sound, don't use Winamp as it somehow plays mp3s crappier than Media Player.
If you need to reprint the cover for your copy of this CD, here's your chance. Both front and back are available. (These images are 150 dpi.)
Track | 1 | |
Length | 1:13 | |
Size | 1.4 MB | |
Notes | Torturing poor Stanley somehow scares people. |
Lyrics |
Come on, Stanley. We've gone over all of this before. |
Track | 2 | |
Length | 2:30 | |
Size | 2.9 MB | |
Notes | How I managed to get something this cool at that time, I'll never know. DDClip and its 4 tracks doesn't lend itself to complexity. The 7 words in this song were written in May 1997. |
Lyrics |
Take you in the back room |
Track | 3 | |
Length | 3:24 | |
Size | 4.3 MB | |
Notes | I don't see what's so great about this song. It was written on 1 March 1995 and it was first recorded on a tape deck while hitting books with a maraca and a fly-swatter and singing. It's about this girl I sort of knew at the time. I was waiting outside Lockett Hall at LSU for her. It was a cold, cloudy day. |
Lyrics |
Waiting in the cold for you It seems I've waited for twenty years Now it's getting very cold Meanwhile my butt is starting to freeze From my nose freely flows I'm getting sick and it's all because of you Everytime I wait for you I sit around and waste my time I'm getting sick and it's all because of you |
Track | 4 | |
Length | 2:09 | |
Size | 2.7 MB | |
Notes | No mystery to this song. I came back from Japan in 1999 and had what could be called an emotional explosion over an ex. |
Lyrics |
Can I touch you just a little while? And if I cannot have have everything all that I want |
Track | 5 | |
Length | 3:24 | |
Size | 4.0 MB | |
Notes | This is about how suck-ass everything was. The city, my job, me. How I never wanted to go out. Inspired by a trip to Alabama that my parents went on in December 1996 while I stayed home. This has one of my favorite choruses. |
Lyrics |
I could have gone but I feel better staying right here Wounded nights clear the way I got a job, never call me up And I will always |
Track | 6 | |
Length | 1:41 | |
Size | 2.2 MB | |
Notes | In a partnership with the guitar tracks is the good ol' Yamaha keyboard. The drums were added during mixing for the CD in December 1999. Added by hand. Wav by wav. |
Lyrics |
[none] |
Track | 7 | |
Length | 4:08 | |
Size | 5.5 MB | |
Notes | I mixed these songs with bad speakers so I couldn't hear just how resonant the kick drum was. It's not tight enough. It's a sample from Weezer's "El Scorcho". I unfortunately used the kick sample on many songs for this CD. (Written in October 1995.) |
Lyrics |
Finding what I want is stripped away like teeth I can't do it And I want you to see Everyday I'm fucking with the same crap |
Track | 8 | |
Length | 2:52 | |
Size | 3.5 MB | |
Notes | In April 1997, I had a simple chord progression and needed lyrics when a truck pulled up the driveway across the street and a guy got out. He lived there. Other influences are the big oak tree outside my window at the time and my exgirlfriend (and the blue light she had in her room). |
Lyrics |
The guy across the street But for now I think that I'm amused Trudging soaking wet Red reflections are staining windows |
Track | 9 | |
Length | 2:16 | |
Size | 3.0 MB | |
Notes | I played a couple times at a café called Bryson's. I think the riff was pulled out of my ass there when Bryson started playing a drum beat he really liked during one of my practices. |
Lyrics |
[none] |
Track | 10 | |
Length | 2:44 | |
Size | 3.1 MB | |
Notes | Since I can't play all the strings on a guitar at once, I record 3 or 4 tracks of it and assemble the song that way. |
Lyrics |
[none] |
Track | 11 | |
Length | 3:04 | |
Size | 3.8 MB | |
Notes | I had 2 guitar tracks shoved over to each channel, but I realized that no one would want to just hear just guitars. So when I was mixing this CD, I wrote some poetry to be spoken during the verse bits. I put a reverse echo to make it sound freaky. Oh, I also dropped the pitch on one of the vocal tracks. This is the point I started to learn sound editing techniques. |
Lyrics |
All through the mountains and all over the land Wake up the children and put the cows in the barn Where are you running, moving tables against the doors? |
Track | 12 | |
Length | 2:04 | |
Size | 2.8 MB | |
Notes | The lyrics came from one of the many poems I wrote in class. Which class, I can't say. I don't want to look for the notebook. The drum track came during mixing for the CD, way after I recorded all the tracks, which is why the song speeds up as it goes along. The drums didn't really go with the strumming of the guitar but I liked it. So much that I redid the song for "Leif's 5-Year Plan" (LNR3). |
Lyrics |
Leave me behind for I am afraid I, oh I lie Lying and losing and cheating deceiving I, oh I lie |
Track | 13 | |
Length | 1:16 | |
Size | 1.6 MB | |
Notes | Written a couple weeks before "Finding What I Want". Still coming off of high school lyrically. |
Lyrics |
Do you remember me? Oh, me |
Track | 14 | |
Length | 1:41 | |
Size | 2.2 MB | |
Notes | I wrote this my first semester at LSU in English class. I hated writing essays and would stare out the window. The drums are samples from Nirvana's "Turnaround". I played this live once and it sounded so cool when I got everyone to clap for the snare hits. |
Lyrics |
Look at me, I might look at you You don't know though I try to do everything |
Track | 15 | |
Length | 0:49 | |
Size | 1.0 MB | |
Notes | This is a looped song because I ran out of tape when I was recording with my Tascam 4-track. |
Lyrics |
[none] |
Track | 16 | |
Length | 3:24 | |
Size | 4.2 MB | |
Notes | Written for my girlfriend at the time (June 1996) because she said I didn't have any love songs about her. She didn't like it. She said it was too "messy". |
Lyrics |
Cheesy lines are the only thing I can write When I'm gone, think of me Logic breaks long enough for me to know And you know I really care |
Track | 17 | |
Length | 2:28 | |
Size | 3.2 MB | |
Notes | Another song from poetry in class. In this case, I free-flowed and later pick out the pieces that interested me. |
Lyrics |
Sell the wells of poison mice Try as we will, we're still below Persecute, reject If I vaguely cared I might enjoy that which is careable Old man whispers timing lies in me |
Track | 18 | |
Length | 1:49 | |
Size | 2.1 MB | |
Notes | Something short and silly. Or just simple. I was told it sounded like someone was leaving somewhere, hence the name. |
Lyrics |
[none] |
Track | 19 | |
Length | 4:19 | |
Size | 5.1 MB | |
Notes | I really like the feel of this. Nothing special. The loud rock ending just couldn't come through with what I could do at the time, but I tried. |
Lyrics |
[none] |
Track | 20 | |
Length | 2:05 | |
Size | 2.7 MB | |
Notes | Made this one up as I went along. The percussion is my tapping a mic, slapping a paper bag, and hitting a tambourine. Within minutes of recording this, I drove over to KLSU and had them play it on the local show. |
Lyrics |
[none] |
Track | 21 | |
Length | 2:26 | |
Size | 2.8 MB | |
Notes | Some James Brown drum samples, a maraca, and a pitch-dropped guitar. This was written at the same time as "Butt Muffs" and was originally recorded in much the same way: smacking a fly-swatter and hitting a book with a maraca. |
Lyrics |
[none] |
Track | 22 | |
Length | 1:40 | |
Size | 2.6 MB | |
Notes | I really wanted to rap but couldn't get into it. Being bored is the way to go. |
Lyrics |
1-2-3 Some of you might know this and some of you don't Back to the rhythm of the funky vibe |
Track | 23 | |
Length | 1:18 | |
Size | 1.6 MB | |
Notes | My out-of-tune vocal tracks are in tune with each other as they are the same recording, just one has a higher pitch to get the harmony thing going. (Note: this is not a Blur cover.) |
Lyrics |
Whoo |
Track | 24 | |
Length | 1:54 | |
Size | 2.5 MB | |
Notes | The first song I recorded when I got my Tascam 4-track was a Screeching Weasel cover. For the CD, I replaced my fake drums with some other muffled drum sounds. I felt that tighter hits would stand out too much. |
Lyrics |
Totally cool that your hair is blue Totally neat, totally sweet Totally lust when I see you around Totally neat, totally sweet I totally I totally love everything about you |
Track | 25 | |
Length | 2:00 | |
Size | 2.1 MB | |
Notes | About my dog after she died. I'd never really known anyone to die before. The fidelity is low because I must have used 8-bit wavs instead of 16. I have no idea how I made the guitar sound like that. |
Lyrics |
All that I know is that you are not here anymore Even though I can see that your life was long |
Track | 26 | |
Length | 2:05 | |
Size | 2.4 MB | |
Notes | Written at the same time as "Can I?", about the same person, and for the same reason. |
Lyrics |
Slightly ahead go blind No why, this is your lie And you can't say I left You're mine I have your daughter. Give me three million dollars or you'll never see her again. |
Track | 27 | |
Length | 1:34 | |
Size | 2.0 MB | |
Notes | I got a U2 live CD while in Japan and the ending of one song had Bono doing some weird rap thing which I figured would sound good to a drum beat. |
Lyrics |
[I have no idea.] |
Track | 28 | |
Length | 2:10 | |
Size | 2.5 MB | |
Notes | The words were thrown in while mixing for the CD. The ending voice sample is recorded from a live stream of a Hubble repair mission. |
Lyrics |
[Random talking] |
Track | 29 | |
Length | 4:19 | |
Size | 5.0 MB | |
Notes | The chords were about all I got out of a learn-guitar book I once bought. The lyrics were written as poetry and not for any song in particular. I did the ending sound effects by running the mic through the distortion on my guitar amp. I was beating a Mickey Mouse drum with one hand and crumbling a paper bag with the other hand. |
Lyrics |
He said "it doesn't really matter if I finish anything I do |