Song Post: Nothing Oughta Be Like Nothing

No Theme Week

Here’s a song that I posted just a month or so ago during “Arrangement Week.” So it’s really new, but it also isn’t like the other songs this week, which were all written quickly (in less then 15 minutes or so) and which I didn’t have any agenda set out before I wrote them.

For “Nothing Oughta Be Like Nothing” I really had to work at the words. I took one day for each verse until I had four verses. And I kinda knew going in that I wanted to do a song that way, and had this idea for the repeating chorus line of “…nothing new oughta be like nothing old…” So this song had a lot of thought behind it and a lot of meaning heaped up already.

So why re-post it again so soon?

First, because I never really finished it after arrangement week. So this is a cleaner version. (Here’s the older version.)

And, second, because this song is about how nothing today is supposed to be like anything else that’s ever happened. As an artist you get shunned for that. Or people think you’re just out to be a copy cat or something, not knowing that all artists grow this way. Learning from what happened before and slowly changing until they become their own form built upon that left by others.

So do you get it?


Song Post: Almost Always (or Most of the Time)

No Theme Week

Today’s song is another one I wrote somewhat recently. Back at the end of April. It’s kinda not about anything, except that I pulled the repeating chorus line from a newspaper article. It was something about some opinion poll about something that I can’t really remember, but the majority of those that responded said they agreed “almost always or most of the time.”

I thought that was funny.

Now, it could be that this is a song about someone else. One that I’m singing to someone else. One about how I’ll lend them a hand just about any time for just about any thing. But the more I listen to it the more I think I was just writing and singing to myself.

It’s autobiographical.

So there.

If I remember correctly, “Almost Always” took about 13 minutes to write out completely and I don’t think I changed anything from the original. I wouldn’t recommend this. I’ve also not yet played this song out live because I neglected it and didn’t learn it. Just let it get caught up in some dust.

Now that I’ve got some time off from the Barehand Jugband (our next show isn’t until 9/11 at Quenchers), and I’m free from having to work on CD albums, since they’re out and for sale everywhere, I’ve got some time to really learn a few of these songs that either didn’t make the cut for either album, or that I’ve written in the past 2 months and were too new to get on the albums.


Song Post: I’m Only Trying to Say What Comes to Me

No Theme Week

This here is a pretty new song. I first posted it in February of this year. It was one of those songs where I wrote it and it took no time at all and it just kinda felt right.

But it was ambiguous as hell and I had no idea what it was about and didn’t really care.

Then I listened to it again a couple weeks later and I got what it was all about. And it meant about 3 or 4 different things to me. I don’t know what it means to anyone else, and it don’t matter, as long as it does mean something to someone else.

Anyway, so that’s another song that kinda crept up on me magically and stupidly and now it’s one of the favorite one’s I’ve written (to me, of course…who knows what anyone else thinks…).

In fact, it ended up on the album I just released last Tuesday. So, you can listen to the song here, and if you see me out playing somewhere you can pick up a CD. Or, you could download an mp3. The album’s now available on CDBaby for download (it’ll be on itunes soon too).

Anyway, hope ya like it. This recording is the official album cut. For the original recording you can go here. It’s still up there and will be, possible forever, or at least until everyone moves on to some other gimmick. The lyrics are a little different, but not by too much.

Songwriting, home recording, and vinyl records from Chicago folk singer Andrew Francis.