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Rock Record

July 22, 2009 Leave a comment

Recorded a ridiculous demo last night called “Rock Record”. Sample lyric….

Don’t make no difference if I can’t hold on
wanna find a groove like a hippie finds a bong
ride that wave till I hit my head
then instruct my agent to say that I’m dead

Ah….youth is wasted on the young and dumb. Perhaps this can be the now de rigueur “hidden track”.

Must write more. As Van Morrison once said, “It’s too late to stop now”. He used to be a rock star.

In a bit…

–tf

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Ok, so it’s not the Clash

July 21, 2009 Leave a comment

It actually sounds more like a desperate-to-be-younger middle-aged folkie after inhaling a decent supply of helium. It’s rough as hell, but still, I can hear the band hauling off and using it to hit someone. A little less decorum than usual is what I’m shooting for as you know, so I can get into this a bit….

Give a listen..

State of the Union
by Tom Flannery
copyright 2009

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Not giving up quite yet…

July 20, 2009 Leave a comment

Re-vamping the song “State of the Union”. Even though I hate it now, something is telling me that if I come up with a totally different melody I may not hate it quite as much later. It needs to be way way louder and more rough around the edges. Best bet is to make it sound like the Clash. When in doubt, making a song sound like it came from the Clash’s first record is always a good thing.

Of course, not being Joe Strummer or Mick Jones hurts a bit, but why quibble over things I have no control over?

In a bit…

tf

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At least it’s something

July 20, 2009 Leave a comment

Sometimes things happen that make you more determined than ever. I guess I’m searching for a feeling of accomplishment to act as a sort of buffer between myself and some of the lunacy around me. This may be selfishness. Actually, deep down I know it is. With this recent batch of songs I’m trying to heal myself with guitar hooks and a steady back-beat. What I should be doing is directly diving into the lunacy (read: suffering) itself (especially as it hits so close to home), trying to ease it. In other words, I should stop taking the easy way out.

But this is all I know how to do, and in truth it’s not that easy. I can’t do the other thing. I’m not strong enough. Or brave enough maybe….for what is strength other than courage? And so I tell myself….at least this is something. Right? Maybe this is a form of courage as well. Laying it on the line. Popping your head above the crowd for a bit, inviting the rock throwers.

When people I love are hurting I hurt. It’s a big ‘ol shitty world and it ain’t fair in the least. Bad things keep happening to good people, and some of the most extreme assholes I know continue to skate through life like Snoopy on ice.

So….turn it up. Back to it.

In a bit….

–tf

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The why of it all

July 17, 2009 Leave a comment

Up until 3am listening the The Drams and reading Sebastian Barry’s “A Long Long Way”. Perhaps an odd combination. Actually, I’d bet my life there was nobody else in the entire world doing these 2 things at that same time. When you start thinking this way it makes the world seem charmingly smaller. Or it has you reaching for the pills.

I don’t sleep much so I spend most of my wee wee hours with music and books. I’ve left all my vices behind and replaced them with an unquenchable thirst for diet coke, and the need to order at least 5 used books from Amazon.com every week. Without my books, I have very few possessions. I could carry them all in the backseat of my car. With my books, however, the walls of my house bulge. I am addicted to the written word. “Word Hungry” is the phrase one once used to describe the Irish in general. I subscribe to that theory.

This carries over, of course, to music. But for this project I’m trying to focus less on words and more on hooks and guitar riffs and possible harmony vocals and how loud we can make the drums. I’m thinking less like a songwriter and more like the member of a band…..trying to find something that might get the asses out of the seats. It’s an odd position to be in, especially for someone who once wrote a 16 verse dirge about a mining disaster.

But it takes all kinds eh? So what if I’m old. I still love loud guitars and snarled vocals and the lift a great rock song can give you….like springing off a trampoline. And is there a better feeling in the world than coming home, fighting exhaustion and tractor trailers and the dark of night, and hearing something like “You Really Got Me” or “Surrender” or “Born to Run” on the radio? Who needs speed when you’ve got volume?

I want that feeling.

That’s why I’m doing this. And if I die (figuratively of course), at least I’ll die with my Doc Martens on and distorted guitars ringing in my ears.

In a bit…

–tf

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Demo-d it…and….

July 16, 2009 Leave a comment

I hate it. It sucks donkey balls. Sounds like some fucking long lost Joan Baez song recorded in the midst of a massive withdrawal from downers. If I tried to teach this to a rock and roll band I’d get my ass kicked.

Oh well, it was fun while it lasted. Onward we go. If I have to, I’ll watch Spinal Tap for the 57th time. I swear I will.

On the plus side, I have dug up a song I wrote about 10 days ago called “Rock Record”, which is about as straightforward as the title suggests (sample lyric, “gonna make it rock!”….no I’m not kidding). Methinks cutting this will get the gunk out of my system.

In a bit…

–tf

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State of the Union

July 16, 2009 Leave a comment

Well, I finished it. And before the post-lunch whistle blew. Just slipped in under the wire. The last verse sums it all up…

So as I stand here and address you today
not knowing where my baby lay
rest assured my will is strong
to cry out loud and all night long
I realize this may not inspire
men to reach for something higher
but then every man is on his own
when his baby’s heart turns to stone

Such is the State of the Union

Need to demo it now to see if it’s any good. Looks alright on paper but the ears don’t have much in common with the eyes.

I used to write all my lyrics at the keyboard. Now, I do everything by hand with legal pads. Not sure what prompted me to go all retro, but there’s something about the feeling of pen to paper….it’s like bleeding. Much more personal than tapping away like the average cubicle dweller.

Hey, it’s a tough job, but somebody has to do it.

In a bit…

–tf

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