This song came together around 1981. A reggae groove, very simple. Originally it was drums base and one guitar. Max Camfield played the guitar tracks and arranged the harmonics. I did the vocal hook in octaves. I imagine the howling of a wolf. A jazzy wolf. Bob Schott took this Read more…
This was the first song that really came together. While the Punk sound was taking off in Boston, I wanted to write an anti-song. No chorus. No melody. A Latin rhythm of 3 against 2 but done as slow jazzy funk. Spoken word on top, with a skat feel. Before rap and hip Read more…
This is a poem really. About existence. Looking at yourself. The rabbit hole. I’m stretching harmonically. A pattern through descending chords and keys. Nine holds it together. Maybe. The song is incomplete in my view. But here it is. The poem goes something like this Although we are worlds apart Read more…