Apartment for Rent

I've decided to take a break. My voice has been getting pretty raggedy, and while that would be great for the Tom Waits project, I think i need to put the brakes on that if I expect to keep doing this. I even went as far as to gargle salt water, which tasted like whale sweat. I'm not sure what to do with the extra blog space I'm not using though. Maybe I'll convert this blog into an apartment and charge rent. Make me an offer. The location is really great; it's just down the street from Facebook and a grocery store. The schools are hit-or-miss, and there's some pretty rascally delinquents in the Youtube comment section, but other than that I think it would be a great place to live.

This picture has dual symbolism:
1) It's No-Shave November, a month for epic beards
2) This whole being sick thing is really Yoko-ing up my Beatles vibe.

Yesterday

I have been inconsistent, and I'm very sorry. However, I'm quite determined to post tonight. It's late, but I'm hoping that my closet will be sound-proof enough not to wake my roommates. If it does, my sincerest apologies. Have a glass of my milk and go back to bed.*

*It's a trick. I have no milk.

This is a song about 37 minutes ago.

We Can Work It Out

Today's song is We Can Work It Out. The song is about how disagreements are really easy to resolve if you agree with me. Words to live by. Big gigantic gracias to friend and bandmate Chris Gerber, rockin the tambourine and backup vocals.



Of special note are my inability to fit my gigantic head in the frame and my rudimentary attempt at multiple camera angles. Enjoy.

And Your Bird Can Sing

If you ask me why I haven't posted for an entire week, I'll probably give you some canned answer about how busy I've been; indeed, I'll probably tell you that school and work formed an evil alliance with the intent to keep me from seeing the light of day, that the school/work monster wants me to die of rickets. But the truth is that i have been straight-up stymied by this song. I still am. In many respects, "And Your Bird Can Sing" is just a regular Beatles song: tight harmonies, catchy melody, overall cohesive ensemble-ness. But it has this double guitar riff played by George and Paul that, while totally awesome, sounds like something from Sound Of Music when I played it on piano. You'll note that you could easily start singing "Do, a deer, a female deer" after the intro.
So I finally decided I had to man up and do it.



Also, I have a total cold. Are you tired of my complaining yet? Me too.

On a better note, check out this Beatles art by my friend Apryl Melancon. It's totally rad. You should check out her website.