day one
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Fuzzy music and regular life things. Sometimes together, sometimes not.Links
music myspaceOh dear,
I enjoy eating fried vegetables more than I enjoy not eating fried vegetables.Following
day one
I arrived in Kalamazoo tonight. This will be where I spend the majority of the week. I’m excited.
I finally bought a microphone. It’s not fuzzy. it hears things I didn’t know microphones can hear. It sounds nice and warm when I play my classical guitar through it. I can put 20 tracks on a song and not worry about a gross sounding noisy recording. It cost me more money than I’ve ever spent on anything music related in my life, but I felt like having this is the only way I’ll be able to really make this record the way it sounds in my brain. I love writing, recording, and sharing music with friends and family and anyone else who will listen, and I can’t quite express how excited I am to be able to finally make something I can feel truly proud of.
I’ll update this thing a bunch with pictures and covers and all that when I start recording. I think it’ll be a fun project.
awesome.
Ryan and I decided we’re going to start a club in Kalamazoo called the White Collar Running Society. We feel there just isn’t enough class in the sport of running, so the club will go on brisk jogs a couple times a week dressed in a suit and tie and matching white Asics.
Fuzzy Microphone Cover #18
Grizzly Bear - Knife
Just messin’ around with a fun song.
Fuzzy Microphone cover #17
Feist - Gatekeeper
I absolutely love this song, and had a little bit of time by myself to record a cover of it on my friend Ryan’s computer while he was at class today. I realized about halfway into recording the third part harmony that I sing the whole second verse in the first person. I don’t know why I did that, but I hope you’ll forgive me.
it seems to me as if those who have unconventional ambitions always get advised to follow some path or acknowledge “how life really is”, and accept the reality. what is that reality but a constraint, a formulated vein of safety that sways you into accepting the mediocre or waving off those ambitions as silly or unattainable? suffer the art, pursue the passion, and in the end acknowledge your own reality. in the end it’s only you that knows if what you’ve lived was real.
well put.
During the summer, I sort of secretly wrote this whole album based on a bunch of stories I’d heard throughout my life of guys getting their hearts broken. I took the stories and molded parts together and made my own little story about a guy talking about a girl named Annie Green before, during and after he knew her. For the most part the songs weren’t very good and it was just something I did for fun and as an attempt at writing a little different. I found those songs again, and decided to write one more about after he knew Annie.
Anyhow, this song is called ”Annie Green won’t speak to me”. I hope you like it.
Dear beard,
I’ve never laid eyes on you before, but I would very much like to. My face gets entirely too cold in the winter months without you. I promise to take care of you and wash you and whatever else you may require while residing on my face. If you are anything like my father’s beard, you have a very promising future.
Love,
Jeff
