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a take away show of “line in the sheets”, a song from our upcoming album.

two years in the making but we’re almost done!

all the credit goes to our good friend emily of emily seipelt photo & video

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cover, john prine, “angel from montgomery”, 1971.

"there’s flies in the kitchen
i can hear all their buzzin’
but i ain’t done nothin’
since i woke up today”

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a minimalistic cover of “oviedo” by blind pilot.
from 3 rounds and a sound (2008).
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the thrill here is quicker than you’d think
the way some jet-lagged bar kept pouring the wine
from over their heads then sit back down again
four times is once too much for luck
and that’s how many times the clock struck
i wandered home saying your name

the arches here were built ‘cause they don’t fall
the cathedrals to make you feel small
you might find your small soul
but leave the preaching to the president
the crowd cheers, his eyes get wet
i’m full as it is, i’m full as it is
so don’t feed me more

you’ll be having my head, big as a birthday
'cause i left all my doubts on the airplane
i didn’t know, i didn’t know i’m not in control
i didn’t know, i’m not invincible

and maybe some things are better left unsaid
but if you wanted to test that out well, yeah, i guess you could’ve said
but there were nights in bars that i recall
your breath was courage laced with alcohol
you leaned in and said,
'make music with the chatter in here,
and whisper all the notes in my ears’
i didn’t know, i didn’t know the weight of my tongue
i didn’t know, i didn’t know what i’d done

the lights here are softer than you’d think
the dim lit peacocks in the trees
they’re hiding their eyes and their beauty, like me
but if my eyes were on my back
i know what i’d be looking at
through every shade of browns and greens
i didn’t know, i didn’t know it was nothing new
i didn’t know, i didn’t know it was you

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"man with no knees" by futurebirds from Hampton’s Lullaby (2010).
i first heard this song in the film natural selection.
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there you were standing dumb and confused
looking just like you could die
and i wanted to kill you

but i hated you with all my heart
sinking slowly down in a sinking house
but you could not bail the water out
watched you play your game from your secret perch
but you would not hide your face too much
but you would not hide your face too much

just a little too lazy for your lack of charm
just a little too drunk to find yourself a heart
it’s become way too clear that you’re a little too blind
to see it
you can’t get what you can’t find

the man with no knees was standing inches away from me
with a look on his face like he was begging to breathe
and a look in his eye like he was happy to be
the man without any knees, grinning through his teeth

just a little too lazy for your lack of charm
just a little too drunk to find yourself a heart
it’s become way too clear that you’re a little too blind
to see it
you can’t get what you can’t find
you can’t get what you can’t find

we’ve come so far just to see
you can’t get what you can’t find
you can’t get what you can’t find

for emma,
who was in the same space as me as i did this.

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deadwood floats

—stairwell song (demo)

"stairwell song" demo.

this is an old song from our new album. written by my longtime music partner and best friend, adam. this is just me, starting the process for this song. this is ukulele and singing.

lately there’s been fire in those eyes
we’ll try to ignore it for a while
if you love me then don’t ever speak those words

and the past three years, there’s been water flowing under
with no direction, at least not that we’ve discovered
and if it matters so much then why won’t we show it?

lately there’s been fire in those eyes
we’ll try to ignore it for a while
if you love me then don’t ever speak those words

a sentimental stain
what a shame we had to leave ourselves this way
our greatest days forever tainted with disdain
an awful past which i would never wish to change

the first half and the second half of this song were recorded almost four years apart. the end is the same audio from the original recording that adam, katie and i did in the stairwell in winter 2010.

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fond, pt. 1, “oakland”, a hughes auditorium takeaway version.
(skip to 0:30.)
the song is from our upcoming lp and is performed here by adam and me.
my dear friend emily filmed this and put it together and she did a really nice job.

i still feel mistakenly placed

trapped at the corners of the kitchen sinks/
and mopping up, “what years of lonely!”

well, we’re fucked up and stuck to this place

the cupboards and the drawers/
cannot hold me like my lover can

well, i think that i begin to exist with a new face

forks and knives and mugs of wine/
and mugs of wine and mugs of wine/
trapped at the corners of the kitchen sinks/
and mopping up, “what years of lonely!”

i still feel mistakenly placed/
i still feel mistakenly placed/
then your absence makes my heart grow fonder

for those interested, here’s a timeline of events:
november 15th, 2011, julia’s poem.
january 24th, 2012, first demo of the song.
january 7th, 2013, instrumental teaser.
january 13th, 2013, demo of the part 2.
june 13th, 2013, unmastered studio version.

enjoy!

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my cover of “calgary” from bon iver (2011).

jesus christ, the son of man, wasn’t handing out “saved!” t-shirts at a sporting event and he wasn’t handing out color-printed “first time visiting?” pamphlets at a shopping-mall-church; he was covered in dirt, eating bread and figs on the floor with hookers.

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don’t you cherish me to sleep
never keep your eyelids clipped
hold me for the pops and clicks
i was only for the father’s crib

hair, old, long along
your neck onto your shoulder blades
always keep that message taped
cross your breasts you won’t erase
i was only for your very space

hip, under nothing
propped up by your other one, face ‘way from the sun
just have to keep a dialogue
teach our bodies: haunt the cause
i was only trying to spell a loss

joy, it’s all founded
pincher with the skin inside
you pinned me with your black sphere eyes
you know that all the rope’s untied
i was only for to die beside

so it’s storming on the lake
little waves our bodies break
there’s a fire going out,
but there’s really nothing to the south
swollen orange and light let through
your one piece swimmer stuck to you

sold, i’m ever
open ears and open eyes
wake up to your starboard bride
who goes in and then stays inside
oh the demons come, they can subside

for emma.

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"words", originally by gregory alan isakov. it’s the third song i’ve covered from his inspiring 2009 album this empty northern hemisphere.

23 november 2011: "dandelion wine", 25 july 2012: "master & a hound".

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emma and i talk every night before and while we fall asleep, mourning distance. there isn’t a more perfect and relatable song than this.

words mean more at night
like a song
and did you ever notice
the way light means more than it did all day long?

words mean more at night
light means more
like your hair and your face and your smile
and our bed and the dress that you wore

so i’ll send you my words
from the corners of my room
and though i write them by the light of day
please read them by the light of the moon

and i wish i could leave my bones
and my skin
and float over the tired, tired sea
so that i could see you again

maybe you would leave, too
and we’d blindly pass each other
floating over the ocean blue
just to find the warm bed of our lover

and i’ll send you my words
from the corners of my room
and though i write them by the light of day
please read them by the light of the moon

so, this is a song for my love on her birthday. and there’s great excitement because in five weeks she is moving to columbus. for the first time, we’ll live in the same place. no more of the seven hundred miles game. states, timezones, satellites, phones, screens and envelopes, week-long visits with three months tagged onto either side, no more. we’ll be right around the corner, a half-minute walk, a bike ride from the same starting point, a nighttime trip to the grocery store, borrowing socks and long walks. finally, from the longing to start a life we’re starting a life.

emma, for such a very long time all we had was our words. that we had nothing but words and i could still feel this way is significant. you are my greatest blessing. come be in my city. i love you.

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deadwood floats

—fond (oakland)

this is a demo of the nearly completed “fond” or “fond, pt. 1” or “fond (oakland).” it’s about a year and a half in the making.

julia wrote a poem and i put it to music almost two years ago. the vocals were finally laid down (tonight) about a year after all the instruments were laid down. the reason for that delay: i realized last summer that the tempo of the song didn’t work with the original poem. i had to trim the words horizontally and vertically in order to fit it with the music and i put that off for a long time because it made me sad. now, in this way, it’s become a hybrid julia-drew poem. still, the original mood of the words which became the inspiration for the song has always been and will forever be credited to julia.

around that time, december 2011, i told her to “expect swelling piano and strings, and harmonies.” that was right around the time we started recording the album.

here are the words:

i still feel mistakenly placed

trapped at the corners of the kitchen sinks/
and mopping up, “what years of lonely!”

well, we’re fucked up and stuck to this place

the cupboards and the drawers/
cannot hold me like my lover can

well, i think that i begin to exist with a new face

forks and knives and mugs of wine/
and mugs of wine and mugs of wine/
trapped at the corners of the kitchen sinks/
and mopping up, “what years of lonely!”

i still feel mistakenly placed/
i still feel mistakenly placed/
then your absence makes my heart grow fonder

the lyrics aren’t as good as they were, but they finally fit with the music.
make sure to click below and read julia’s poem. there is also a link to the first demo for this song from january 2012, a link to a promo video and a link to a demo of “fond, pt. 2”.

here’s julia’s poem, “fond”.
here’s the first demo of this song.
here’s a promo video for this song.
here’s a demo of “fond, pt. 2”.

cheers!

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iuka session: me doing a stripped down “mars over sea” with rachel baransi of [rachel joy photos] yesterday.

you can stream and download the official studio version of this song by clicking here:
http://deadwoodfloats.bandcamp.com/album/mars-over-sea-single

this song is for emma. it is about emma and i, it’s about this time period where we’re separated by large geographical distance. happily, that chapter comes to a close in august when she moves to columbus while i finish up my gis degree. next year is a gift and one of many.

this song’s about two points actively fixating on and connected by another point which introduced them and keeps them. that triangle representation has been a part of our relationship as long as i’ve known emma. early on, i remember marking a triangle on her thigh with a piece of paper or maybe my fingernail at ten pins. emma and i are two of the points and “mars” is the third. that’s availably interpretable. it has distinct meaning for emma and me, also.

i hate wires, bug, i learned to use them
you’ve broken my bones next to the kitchen
mars is over the sea

two years ago, bug, i sat in space
rocking chair in hughes, a lonesome blue egg
mars is over the sea

the sea is not mine
mars is not mine

this song would be fellow hollow again
but it won’t be me, won’t be me, won’t that not be me again?
mars is over the sea
(the sea is not mine)

too many miles, bug, and itches from the kitchen sink
half grand a month for two fonds in one piece
mars is over the sea
(the sea is not mine… mars is not!)

the sea is not mine
mars is not mine
but fitting with you is fine

this is a piece by emma.
see more of her work here.

(Source: vimeo.com)

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