Sunday, January 27, 2019

Song: "One By One"


Back to basics for this demo.  After years of having fun with weird instruments, improvised percussion, and multiple tracks (check it out here), I wanted to go back to simpler demos.  This is the first one.  I should definitely get a pop filter, but, hey, it's a demo.  This song is about ghosting.  Really, this stuff is much more fun and cheaper than therapy.  The lyrics are below.  It's the same deal as always.  If you like a song, then feel free to cover it if you're in a band or whatnot.  I love to hear covers of my songs, so please let me know about your version.  If you start making money, then send me a check/we can work out a deal.  Similarly, if you want to use a song for your Youtube video or whatnot, then just let me know.  It's usually fine by me unless it's a commercial product or whatnot (and then it's likely fine as well--I just want my cut).  Find out first though.  Write me at wredfright ATATAT yahoo DOTT com.

One by one, they will pass from your life.
Some will say goodbye. Most will not.
Some you will watch go. Others will disappear overnight.
And it will be a mystery as to why.

One by one by one by one by one by one by one by one,
until there is one.

From time to time, you might think of one, and you might even smile.
But if you ever saw them again, you wouldn't call them friend.
You might even pretend that you had never seen one another before.
Give them what they deserve and nothing more.

People change, and you change also.
What would you say anyway?
Perhaps just one thing more: "Get out!"
And that's my foot on your ass, don't let it hit the door.

Written January 2019
Recorded January 2019

Friday, January 25, 2019

New Wred Fright Album?

I had a lot of fun making noisy demos over the past decade, but I think I'm starting to lean more towards going back to the basic guitar and vocals for demos. For fun, I collected all the noisy ones and made a sort of album of them on Soundcloud. It is interesting to listen to them all together!  For some reason, the embedded code will occasionally try to play the tracks in reverse order, so you may need to click through to Soundcloud to start from Track 1 if you want to experience the "album" as intended, but you can listen to it in whatever direction you want to!

Monday, January 21, 2019

New Song!: "No Place To Do It"

This one is a teenage tale of woe about sexual frustration. It drives the singer of the song so mad that he eventually turns to arson.  Tsk, tsk.  The weird instrument this time is a toy guitar. This one is extra noisy to finish out the demos where I liked stacking tracks. Why not? I think I'm moving back to simpler demos with just guitar and vocals, but I certainly had fun with these noisy demos. You can check out the MP3 here. Really, this stuff is much more fun and cheaper than therapy. The lyrics are below. It's the same deal as always. If you like a song, then feel free to cover it if you're in a band or whatnot. I love to hear covers of my songs, so please let me know about your version. If you start making money, then send me a check/we can work out a deal. Similarly, if you want to use a song for your Youtube video or whatnot, then just let me know. It's usually fine by me unless it's a commercial product or whatnot (and then it's likely fine as well--I just want my cut). Find out first though. Write me at wredfright ATATAT yahoo DOTT com.

I was fucking in the bushes, and I got poison ivy.
No place, no place to do it.
Even the cheapest motel room still costs too much money.
There's always a cop knocking on the car window.
She doesn't want to do it at her place because she thinks her kid might hear us.

I got no place, no place to do it.
And soon, I will have nobody to do it with.

I can't bring her home because Mom & Dad hate her.
The librarian already caught us in the library.
She thinks public restrooms are just too dirty.
At a friend's place, there's always a camera around.

I suggested the graveyard, but she said it's too dead there.
Then she said "I have a solution. It's called a new boyfriend."
"You see I met this guy who's got his own apartment."
At least he did until I burned that building down.

They got no place, no place to do it.
And soon they'll have nobody to do it with.
I got no place, no place to do it.
But that's OK, I got nobody to do it with.

Written November 2018
Recorded November 2018

Tuesday, January 8, 2019

Razorcake Review Redux

I finally saw the print version of Mike Fournier's review in Razorcake of Frequently Asked Questions About Being Dead and greatly enjoyed the headline excerpt from the review:  "Any work that contains talking stacks of pancakes and penises is absurd, almost by default--but the absurdity works on multiple levels."  Hilarious!  Thanks again to Mike and Razorcake!