A TEMPORARY RECORD

I occasionally write and record some music with my very talented friends. Here are four inconsequential songs about absolutely nothing in particular.

Our little family has a facebook page, and a tiny label as well. Maybe you’d like to visit either or even both after taking a listen or two?

Watching this performance sent chills up my spine. Gladys kills me every time. EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.

Hey hey hey, I was at this show, stumbling into it quite by accident while visiting old friends of questionable means but outstanding moral character. That was when she said she loved me. I pretended that I couldn’t hear her over the din.

Later, she asked if I would ever leave her. I responded that I’d never leave her, except for Britt Daniel, or perhaps Stephen Malkmus.

In retrospect, I probably should have said something else entirely.

The Walkmen performing “We’ve Been Had,” roughly six years ago at the 9:30 in DC. I’m fairly certain I attended this particular performance, with a lovely lass who had a strong Irish name and an accent to match. I broke her heart. She broke my jaw. Thus it goes with young love.

There was a time when Lou Barlow could have taken over the world.

The Mynabirds. “Let the Record Go.”