He can be hit or miss, but when he hits, he hits. This is my jam right now.
He can be hit or miss, but when he hits, he hits. This is my jam right now.
A contemporary singer with no auto-tune and decent pitch? I guess it’s still possible in 2013.
Great strings.
… who passed away on April 15. Hell of a songwriter.
If you’ve been dying to hear me narrate a super-retro sci-fi novel featuring time travel and Cold War spy shenanigans (you were, weren’t you?), at last, the dream is possible:
Just read about this Spotify blog-embedding button and wanted to see if it works. This is one of my favorite songs these days.
So… the project to dust off some archives is not going to happen after all. I’ll never understand why. It’ll be one of the mysteries forever unsolved.
I can only say that there are strong artistic disagreements involved. Things that seemed obvious to me were not, it appears, universal truths.
Sorry to have raised your hopes, those who’ve been following along.
I’ll close this chapter with a little bit of salvaged jetsam:
Nomadic (Instrumental) MP3
Nomadic (Instrumental) WAV
The thing they do at 03:12 made me laugh out loud.
WTF, fancy Nikon camera? I did a bunch of takes, and they were all blurry and unusable. Anyhow, this excerpt features a cameo by Pacman the studio kitty. Any flubs you hear are from him brushing the strings. Yeah, that must be what happened…
p.s. Yes, I will try this again, with the whole song, and actually focus the camera next time.