Sunday, February 05, 2006

 

Podcast: A History of Things That Were Not

Setting Sun
Of Love and Love Lost on the Rio Grande
Everyone Needs a Song Called Hallelujah
Twenty-two

All songs written and performed by Enoch and copyright of Bassless Accusations Music 2006, except background vocals on Hallelujah by A-killa. I'd like to thank a bunch of people that made this batch of songs much better than my previous ones. First and foremost is Amy who had the foresight to see that I needed quality equipment and got me a new 8-track and a sweetass condensor mic for xmas. Thanks to Phil for the loaner mandolin on Setting Sun and Hallelujah. Thanks to Ms. Lawless for the high quality Sony headphones. Thanks to Mike for the percussive intruments on Rio Grande. And thanks to Mom for the chromatic harp in Rio Grande. Thanks to Frank Wiggley for being my biggest fan.

Comments:
Hey thanks for listening.

It's always fun for me to hear which of these songs people like best (or don't like). I'm usually surprised. For instance, last night Fern told me her favorite was My Sunny Tennessee and I thought, 'Wow, I did that really quick as soon as I got my 8-track just to play around with it and never much cared for it.'

I borrowed Phil's mando first, but last weekend I picked up my mom's because I won't feel as guilty about holding on to it indefinitely as I would have with Phil's. I'm really getting into it, there'll definitely be more to come. I might outta think about taking a few lessons.

I was giving some thought to a CD, just for grins. It'd be fun to do a cover design and what not. I was just thinking about reworking some songs, especially with my new equipment, or at least remixing some things that have since started to annoy me after listening to them numerous times. And then putting better versions of them on a CD. I don't know yet.
 
I can't believe I forgot to listen to your fourth song! I just listened. I like, but my fave in this new podcast is Setting Sun-beautiful! A bit on the sad side. :)

Who is this Wiggly character?

F.W.
 
I tried to post this yesterday. I was going to say that I'm glad Amy wrote her post, because I liked that one (Setting Sun) the best too, but it had a me a tad worried... Oh, and the hick accent actually works in your favor for once. Huzzah!

-Doc Evil
 
Wassup Doc?

Yeah, Amy never cheated on me (that I'm aware of) and I was never shot while romancing a Mexican girl and I'm not a Christian either. I guess Twenty-two is slightly autobiographical but it's not really a story, more of a feeling.

Thanks for listening.
 
Hey, Ewoch,

Ann dissed me for Valentines Day and went to Boston, so I'm leaving her to go out to Seattle for a few days. :)
Ie. We're busy.

Hey, I saw the thing about 2001 that I hadn't noticed before. When did you decide you regreted being a rocket head?

-Doc Evil
 
Penn St. actually. I don't really think it was Penn State's fault or anything (of course that hellish place certainly didn't help). That's just where I ran out of steam.

I don't know. I'm surprised by the fact that some people don't change. I mean how can you know what you want to do when you're 17 and have that stay constant for ten years when so many other things are changing?

I dug AC Clarke and was good enough at math and science and Kingsport, TN REALLY pimps engineering (and dentistry) so... By the time i got through four years at UT and got to Penn St. I was more interested in what Amy was discussing in her Lit. classes and I was reading her assignments and telling her what to say about them in class when she didn't have time to read them.

But ultimately, no job would have really fit me (unless you count Rockstar as a job and you assume that someone would have actually paid me to be a Rockstar). I'm lazy, I hate people, I hate being told what to do, I'm a fuckup, I'm a Bolshevik, I have social anxiety disorder, I'm depressive, I miss my doggies and I smell funny. So what are you gonna do? Just try to get by with something easy that maintains the standard of living that you've gotten accustomed to.
 
I've got a solution: take shorter showers.
 
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