An old workshop/car garage. The debris, the ladder, the “WE,” the “ERCULES.” Another still moment within a transition process. (Re)build.
Reflection and Response.
V.
Interpretations differ.
I wrote a song called “The City,” sometime in 2007. I then recorded it with my band at the time, Tuition Well Spent (see below for more info). I rerecorded a version in 2009 with my duo in Argentina, Harold and the Gauchos.
Even though the instrumentation is almost identical on each track, the two versions have different vocalists and display different takes on the song. I think it’s dope to see how each version contrasts.
The Tuition version is more polished. Recorded over two days using Pro Tools in the Digital Audio Workstation at Odegaard Library at the University of Washington, Mike and I took our time with takes and mixing.
The Harold version was done on the fly. Only having practiced the song a few times before pressing record, Claudia and I hadn’t necessarily perfected our arrangement. The “dale,” that I blurt out at the start of the track lends itself to the jam session vibe. However the looser more improvised feel lends itself to a different understanding of the song.
Does anyone else have experience with how changing one part of a piece can lead to new feeling, new reflection?
The City: Tuition Well Spent
The City: Harold and the Gauchos
The City
I was swimming in the River when the river but the river said he don’t mind
Said go on now got my own place to find
So I went on down to the shining deep blue sea
But none of them fishes want to swim with me
And I feel lonely, I feel blue
Get up slowly I got nothin much to do
Ladies ain’t never had too much luck with them
I see an opportunity and all they see is a friend
And 18 odd years that’s how it’s been
I finally met Shirly but shea’s already with Ken
And I feel lonely, I feel blue
Get up slowly I got nothing left to do
Bored in the city in the city it looks so drab
Wanna find a way to get away this strange land
It seems like the sky scrapers they all laugh
In a one man room playing the blues getting pennies in a straw hat
Oh I feel lonely, I feel blue
Get up slowly I got nothing left to do
Bored in the city in the city it looks so drab
Wanna find a way to get away this strange land
It seems like the sky scrapers they all laugh
In a one man room playing the blues getting pennies in a straw hat||
Reflection and Response. In whatever City.
-P
I used to be in a band during my first few years of college called Tuition Well Spent. Before I left to Argentina I recorded a melody I had written with Mike, the vocalist from Tuition. When I was in Argentina and learning how to use Logic Express 8 I found the vocal parts and decided to see what I could do with them. I can be heard using drum sticks to tap a rhythm out in the background during the vocal track. I also let Mike know that I felt the take by the grunts at the end.
Full Track
Vocal Track
So she doesn’t want to see me I can tell
Why she takes me so high that I fell
Maybe I over-think it all but I’m not sure
I got these blues baby I need a cure
So she doesn’t want to see me I can tell
Why she takes me so high that I fell
Maybe I over-think it all but I’m not sure
I got these blues baby I need a cure
Such a princess perfect every way
Find myself losing yet still I chase
One day she’ll know what she missed
Until then I swallow this bitterness
Reflection and Response
-P
These are three separate sketches of individual folks on their coffee shop grind. I positioned them all on the same page, where they come into closer contact with each other, but stay distant at the same time.
Reflection and Response.
V.
Who’s worked in a restaurant before? Quick cash but a pretty fucked up working environment. This Job is loosely based on experiences working at a certain seafood joint in Seattle during the summer of 2011. I was thankful for the work, but I couldn’t help but write down what it was like to work there.
Full Track
Acapella
Job this job this job it robs us/ Go all damn day for 40 in the pocket/ Hours wasted feel played like basketball/ Lame like a masseuse who lost the touch we gracefully fall/ Late for it all this life it drives past us/ Fight to drive faster this check’s a knife through our life it slashes/ As time flashes past/ 10 years later the past is ashes cuz so fast it happens
This mall this mall maybe she’ll be mine if I buy it all/ Flat we fall/ God damn it I crawl/ Back into this Cave like Mumford and Sons/ And hungry back to work to earn enough we’redrunk on the funds/ Hungover as bums’ peddling change has never been fun/ I peddle my way through these tables I’m done/ But these tips come now this wallets expanding/ And the mind’s eyes can only see as far as I’m standing
This job is wild please take it back from me/ I break my back this actually can’t be happening/ What happened to these dreams and this college degree?/ No wonder these alcoholics staff the industry
Night this night this night this night it wears on/ Know I should sleep but the time to care is gone/ Just pound that redbull find stamina in caffine/ And we hit the damn wall tomorrow right around 3/ And these feet feel wasted withering away/ Use the same shows I graduated in 8th grade/ They pinch toes together haven’t played a show in forever/ But we stand strong to the storm, brave the weather
Take so much shit out humility snaps/ Here mind its blank and creativity sapped/ Stuck in the trap, used to write everyday raps/ Now it’s occasion andI’m fading into the trap/ So break away move back home that’s an option/ That became a choice cuz this place is haunted/ By quarter life crisis career problems/ Let’s follow that voice that tells us we don’t need this stop it
This job is wild take it back from me/ I break my back this actually can’t be happening/ What happened to these dreams and this college degree/ No wonder these alcoholics staff the industry
Reflection and Response
-P
the Cove. Study of a funky tree at La Jolla Cove in San Diego, CA.
This is a section of one of the many trees there that are all gnarled and twisted up. I think all the unusual forms and shapes are really interesting because they don’t look like “regular” trees. Taking it out of context, like the section here, moves it even further from what “regular” trees are “supposed” to look like. A different outlook, complicating the categories.
Reflection and Response.
V.
Writing music for imaginary films has always been super fun. I’m constantly inspired by artists and composers such as AR Rahman who do so much with music to accompany film. In Argentina I recorded a few instrumental tracks with the idea that they would stay instrumental. Peep!
Soundtrack I
Soundtrack II
Here I add a little Argentine flavor with a sample of Pablo Martinez’s voice saying “Aqui Estoy.”
Reflection and Response
-P
I started this track in Argentina. A choir at the school I was studying abroad at sang this haunting tune about a lonesome road and I immediately thought it needed to be sampled. I found the original James Taylor version. Then I forgot about the idea for two years. Last week here in Madrid I found the half finished beat and remembered how fun it was to make. I feel like the song is about redemption and has a sense of teaching, so I wrote lyrics based on those ideas.
Full Track
Instrumental
Acapella
Lonesome Road Goodnight.
Please jettison stress/ this is what is waiting up ahead/ And just reflect / And work even harder on success/The fuck I used to give I now use to live/ Walking that lonesome road a little kid hope andsin / stoked on the stoogie that we smoked with a fifth in that glass bottle outside the doors we slipped/ Andthese roll models dip and throw strikes/ Before those open mics/ way before we know whats tight/ The brain evolves slowly right/
Yea fuck it/ You know what you need to do/ I believe in me so you should believe in you/ Believe in peace/ please believe that it’s true/ And stay in your feet and never use those knees to stoop/ Take that grease from your grandparents stereotyped/ He’s Italian which means their not marrying right/ Mediterranean not enough white but they prefer a lovely life/ Say goodbye to the lonesome road with a daily kiss goodnight/
Reflection and Response
-P