FAWM 2025 #10: Cadillac Infarction
I'm imagining a Bakersfield-style arrangement for this one, but don't have the time or energy to do the production work. I can hear the melody in my head, but won't be recording it during FAWM.
I'm imagining a Bakersfield-style arrangement for this one, but don't have the time or energy to do the production work. I can hear the melody in my head, but won't be recording it during FAWM.
This is one of those ear-greedy bits: I'm putting it down after getting the chords worked out, as there doesn't seem (yet) to be anything lyrical.
"Nie mój cyrk, nie moje małpy".
Having decided to write a lyric messing about with mondegreens and related notions, I banged this one together, and then set about working up a tune for it. However, I made the fatal mistake of trying to inject some extra oomph into the arrangment ("borrowed chords", etc.) and ended up with something that I kinda like, but which is completely unsuited for the lyric! So, time to FAWM this one and get onto the next one.
This tune came to me today while I was (what else?) shoveling snow. I think lyrics might accumulate later, but I wanted to get it cleared away before my back stiffens up. ;)
Following the lead of dozens of early blues singers lamenting flooding.
This is the first track I worked on this FAWM. I wanted it to be a country song, but instead this slow string-band dance tune clawed its way to the front, obliterating what I thought was a great opening line for the chorus: "Call me anything you like, but don't call me late for dinner."
From a Japanese proverb first reported in the West in the late nineteenth century.
In honor of National Play your Ukulele day. Mine is my dad's 1950's Martin-look-a-like baritone (the first fretted instrument I ever learned to play).
Not gonna get a vocal melody done inside the skirmish hour, so the demo is just the acoustic guitar.