Myspace says I haven't written a new blog since the 30th of October. It certainly hasn't felt that long; whatever time I might have devoted to the detailing of my life has been completely swallowed in the doings of other tasks.
Although I have no wish to take you on a walking tour of the previous two months (and Lord knows you wouldn't want to read it, really) I do want to share some of the new things I've created, recorded, or in someway had a hand.
So as Christmas rapidly approaches (Sweet Jesus, do I really need to do some shopping?) here's a look back on the last two months.
. . .
The End Times
Full of former and current Resonance staffers, The End Times is the brainchild of Fred and the vehicle of Kate, while Meg and I round out the group with color and panache.
Fred: Bass, Guitar, Shaker, Songs
Kate: Voice, Tambourine
Tyson: Lap Steel Guitar, Guitar, Bass, Voice
Meg: Piano, Organ, Voice
. . .
Girls Doing Boys
An offshoot of sorts from The End Times, Girls Doing Boys is also known as Apple Valley Rodeo. A covers-only outfit, GDB (AVR) features Kate picking songs, taking names, and playing piano. I generally add everything else.
Kate: Voice, Piano, Selections
Tyson: Percussion, Guitar, Bass, Keyboards, Washtub Bass, Voice, Production
Meg: Voice, Piano, Accordian
. . .
Pomohobo
The best kind of joke, the kind where no one really remembers why it was funny, is how Pomohobo got its name. A take off on art-school students and pot-fugue thesis statements, Pomohobo was meant to take on the world. Instead, I took the last poem I wrote at Western (and, one might argue, the last poem I'll ever write) and set it to music. Take that, Antioch!
Tyson: Words, Guitar, Bass, Keyboard, Production
. . .
Ham-boned
No one really pegs me as a guy with a penchant for hip-hop, that strange street lingo that rumbles out of passing low-riders and ambles by on the shoulders of your average ghetto-blaster-carrying downtown denizen, but I am. And that's why I got together with my B-town friends and sussed out some beats.
Oliver: Words
Jeff: Words
Sam: Programming, Keyboard, Words
Tyson: Programming, Keyboard, Guitar, Melodica, Voice
. . .
And that's it! There's sure to be more in the next few months. I've been writing a lot of songs for just me, and as soon as I get a recorded version that I'm proud of, you can bet I'll be on here crowing about it like the vainest chicken you ever did see.
Maybe I'll even write some more. I have a backlog of topics I'd like to tackle. For instance: why my strange insistence on rhyme and alliteration?
Although I have no wish to take you on a walking tour of the previous two months (and Lord knows you wouldn't want to read it, really) I do want to share some of the new things I've created, recorded, or in someway had a hand.
So as Christmas rapidly approaches (Sweet Jesus, do I really need to do some shopping?) here's a look back on the last two months.
The End Times
Full of former and current Resonance staffers, The End Times is the brainchild of Fred and the vehicle of Kate, while Meg and I round out the group with color and panache.
Fred: Bass, Guitar, Shaker, Songs
Kate: Voice, Tambourine
Tyson: Lap Steel Guitar, Guitar, Bass, Voice
Meg: Piano, Organ, Voice
Girls Doing Boys
An offshoot of sorts from The End Times, Girls Doing Boys is also known as Apple Valley Rodeo. A covers-only outfit, GDB (AVR) features Kate picking songs, taking names, and playing piano. I generally add everything else.
Kate: Voice, Piano, Selections
Tyson: Percussion, Guitar, Bass, Keyboards, Washtub Bass, Voice, Production
Meg: Voice, Piano, Accordian
Pomohobo
The best kind of joke, the kind where no one really remembers why it was funny, is how Pomohobo got its name. A take off on art-school students and pot-fugue thesis statements, Pomohobo was meant to take on the world. Instead, I took the last poem I wrote at Western (and, one might argue, the last poem I'll ever write) and set it to music. Take that, Antioch!
Tyson: Words, Guitar, Bass, Keyboard, Production
Ham-boned
No one really pegs me as a guy with a penchant for hip-hop, that strange street lingo that rumbles out of passing low-riders and ambles by on the shoulders of your average ghetto-blaster-carrying downtown denizen, but I am. And that's why I got together with my B-town friends and sussed out some beats.
Oliver: Words
Jeff: Words
Sam: Programming, Keyboard, Words
Tyson: Programming, Keyboard, Guitar, Melodica, Voice
And that's it! There's sure to be more in the next few months. I've been writing a lot of songs for just me, and as soon as I get a recorded version that I'm proud of, you can bet I'll be on here crowing about it like the vainest chicken you ever did see.
Maybe I'll even write some more. I have a backlog of topics I'd like to tackle. For instance: why my strange insistence on rhyme and alliteration?
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