Creationism by mothersofgut
Started from scratch with this one, and it really kicked my ass!
To me, it sounds like Steve Hillage and Robert Wyatt driving through Malibu with the top down.
Only one more day to go!
A SONG A DAY WITH AARON FREEMAN
Monday, February 7, 2011
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Day Twenty Eight: Fortune Flakes
Fortune Flakes by mothersofgut
Another amazing recording sess with Kristina Collantes, my companion and soulmate.
Our pup Shoobee by our side the entire time rooting us on, I think the end result almost touches on Augustus Pablo status; the buildup is so smooth and dubby! Also, Kristina tells me this is a demonstration of what's to come for her long-anticipated Lwords with Swords EP, so look forward to that!
Another amazing recording sess with Kristina Collantes, my companion and soulmate.
Our pup Shoobee by our side the entire time rooting us on, I think the end result almost touches on Augustus Pablo status; the buildup is so smooth and dubby! Also, Kristina tells me this is a demonstration of what's to come for her long-anticipated Lwords with Swords EP, so look forward to that!
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Day Twenty Seven: A Warm Desert Wind (Live)
A Warm Desert Wind (Live) by mothersofgut
Since Mothers of Gut is playing tonight at Joey's in Pomona, I decided it would be appropriate to record a song from our practice and share it as a preview for tonight. Due to the live nature of the event, the recording itself isn't too great, but it is oddly sufficient in my mind.
This is actually a pretty old one from back in 08', recorded with Adrian Laguna and Sergio Camerena from Jesus Makes the Shotgun Sound. You can listen to that right here.
Since the lineup is totally different, I thought it best to rework the song according to each members' potential. I hope you like it.
Since Mothers of Gut is playing tonight at Joey's in Pomona, I decided it would be appropriate to record a song from our practice and share it as a preview for tonight. Due to the live nature of the event, the recording itself isn't too great, but it is oddly sufficient in my mind.
This is actually a pretty old one from back in 08', recorded with Adrian Laguna and Sergio Camerena from Jesus Makes the Shotgun Sound. You can listen to that right here.
Since the lineup is totally different, I thought it best to rework the song according to each members' potential. I hope you like it.
Friday, February 4, 2011
Day Twenty Six: Masters of Con and Sea
Masters of Con and Sea by mothersofgut
Truly a beautiful day, here with my dear friend Lou Anda, of Voice on Tape fame!
We didn't have a ton of time to work on this puppy, since Lou couldn't get off work until 3, and especially since we wrote it from scratch, but I still think we managed to create a beast of a beast.
Truly a beautiful day, here with my dear friend Lou Anda, of Voice on Tape fame!
We didn't have a ton of time to work on this puppy, since Lou couldn't get off work until 3, and especially since we wrote it from scratch, but I still think we managed to create a beast of a beast.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Day Twenty Five: I Won't Cave
I Won't Cave by mothersofgut
My good friend from Riverside, Jon Harvey came by way of train this morning, to work with me on this song he wrote, and things turned out great! We realized that we would need an expert slide guitarist, so I called Ryan Beal and he came right over. He even gave me time to go to the grovery store and cook dinner, while he laid down his tracks. All of this on top of the fact that I paid a bill today! Feelin' mad productive.
Lyrics:
And the waters that mixed under creek beds asleep
tasted just like the times, but without all the grief
and the lies that you told lay starving in the streets
like every other man
you kissed so sweet.
I won't cave.
I won't cave to those singing hills
sounding over every retreat.
So come on you grateful, and come on you dead,
living and able, to wake up the rest.
Heart-felt and used up, and drunk off your cause
the worst of your nightmares
has forever begun.
I won't cave.
I won't cave to those singing hills
sounding over every retreat.
My good friend from Riverside, Jon Harvey came by way of train this morning, to work with me on this song he wrote, and things turned out great! We realized that we would need an expert slide guitarist, so I called Ryan Beal and he came right over. He even gave me time to go to the grovery store and cook dinner, while he laid down his tracks. All of this on top of the fact that I paid a bill today! Feelin' mad productive.
Lyrics:
And the waters that mixed under creek beds asleep
tasted just like the times, but without all the grief
and the lies that you told lay starving in the streets
like every other man
you kissed so sweet.
I won't cave.
I won't cave to those singing hills
sounding over every retreat.
So come on you grateful, and come on you dead,
living and able, to wake up the rest.
Heart-felt and used up, and drunk off your cause
the worst of your nightmares
has forever begun.
I won't cave.
I won't cave to those singing hills
sounding over every retreat.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Day Twenty Four: Inking from Your Head
Inking from Your Head by mothersofgut
Travis came back for round two today, proving to the world that our chemistry is a force to be reckoned with!
Hopped up on spaghetti and cheese ice cream, we hammered away at this lament for many hours, so I hope you like it.
Travis came back for round two today, proving to the world that our chemistry is a force to be reckoned with!
Hopped up on spaghetti and cheese ice cream, we hammered away at this lament for many hours, so I hope you like it.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Day Twenty Three: Wife Styles
Wife Styles by mothersofgut
What a day! Ramiro woke me up this morning, insisting on joining me in recording, and the results I think proved to be tremendous!
He describes this song as an "unrelenting glimpse into the ah-ah-- exploration of repressed masculinity, as defined by 21st century Western standard."
Lyrics:
More figures are earned
from this preoccupation with sex.
Twixt mountains erected mid-19th century
Your prison: being trapped forever in flesh.
What a day! Ramiro woke me up this morning, insisting on joining me in recording, and the results I think proved to be tremendous!
He describes this song as an "unrelenting glimpse into the ah-ah-- exploration of repressed masculinity, as defined by 21st century Western standard."
Lyrics:
More figures are earned
from this preoccupation with sex.
Twixt mountains erected mid-19th century
Your prison: being trapped forever in flesh.
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