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1999 Mix 1 (sy55)
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2010 Mix 3 (triton instr.)
SY55
1991 Archives
1992 College Collection
1993 College Collage
1994 The Hermit
1997 Where's My Muse
1999 South or Southeast
Triton
2001 In the Margins
2002 Renewal
2002 Re-treat
2002 Convenience
2002 Back Up
2003 So So
2003 So On
2003 So Long
2003 Baby Steps
2003 Baby Talk
2004 Schmocial
2004 Brroom
2004 Chuckadee
2004 Disco Hike
2004 Extra Extra
2005 Coma Pill
2005 Ourboretum
2005 Jaminy
2005 Padden Drift
2005 Gorilla Love
2005 Aminals
2005 Vegibles
2006 Fruitine
2006 Dignored
2006 Miner
2006 Mouseculine
2006 Yata
2007 Zipit
2007 Sixawon
2007 Halfdosin
2007 Whatcom Home
2008 What Roses
2008 Pho Kit
2008 Composed Pile
2009 Decomposed Pie
2009 Swaddlicious
2010 Lost Train
Soft Synths
2011 Out the Margins
2011 Redebut
2011 Reprogression
2012 Working Progress
2013 Tripico
2014 Aerosol Concrete
2015 Reduced to Clear
2016 Motions

Track List

# title lyrics time download listen started recorded rating
1 Ford lyrics 2:48 download listen locally 2006-01-07 2006-01-10
2 Ekimo - 3:30 download listen locally 2006-01-11 2006-01-13
3 Beckon Forth - 4:31 download listen locally 2006-01-16 2006-01-19
4 Hodgepog Plan lyrics 4:06 download listen locally 2006-01-20 2006-01-23
5 Ding lyrics 5:42 download listen locally 2006-01-25 2006-01-26
6 Unintended Jam lyrics 6:24 download listen locally 2006-01-30 2006-01-31
7 Destination Snow - 4:18 download listen locally 2006-02-01 2006-02-02
8 Arctictoc lyrics 3:28 download listen locally 2006-02-06 2006-02-07
9 Igaloo lyrics 10:34 download listen locally 2006-02-07 2006-02-14
10 Valentime lyrics 7:32 download listen locally 2006-02-14 2006-02-16
11 Philer - 6:57 download listen locally 2006-02-20 2006-02-21
12 Bedphones - 8:00 download listen locally 2006-02-21 2006-02-23
13 XC lyrics 11:16 download listen locally 2006-02-23 2006-02-28
Total 79:06 play all locally album rating:

Notes

One foot in front of the other. That's the key to progress. Don't get discouraged by occasional stumbles and slip-ups. Or slips-up. Hmm. Anyway, don't let up.

I'm not gonna say "don't give up" because that's a cliche. It also implies that I'm trying to deal with demoralizing tragedies or something. No way. The only real "stress" encountered during the making of this album was getting adjusted to the new home and studio.

New studio? Yeah, new studio. I moved, so I had to build a new studio for myself. Well, I nailed thin plywood to the wall and ceiling studs; I don't know if you call that "buidling".

Same with the music: I nailed grooves and melodies to 8-measure blocks and called the result "songs". The solos and drum fills are like the tape I put over the cracks in the wood to keep out the bugs.

Yeah, my musical skills are almost as bad as my carpentry. I struggle to create something "normal", but don't even come close. You see, I'm not trying to be "artsy"; I'm actually trying to sound "normal". But I fail.

Of course, if I ever succeed at making "normal" music, I'll probably get sick of it. My belief is that Tripecac's charm lies in the "happy mistakes". Those and my amateurish enthusiasm are what I value most about it.

So anyway, here's a new batch of mistakes. Some are happier than others. Some have inside jokes that you have no chance of getting. Some have double meanings that even I didn't spot.

Does this mean the music's "deep"? Ha! Not deep, not arty, just playful piddling. It's all a form of mimicry, like my trying to "ice fish" or traverse a perilous "glacier".

One thing these songs have in common (besides a vaguely polar theme) is unguarded enthusiasm. Excitement, humor, fear, pride, annoyance, affection... I tried to keep it "raw", without putting up a facade of dignity. I didn't try to "civilize" the mistakes.

As long as I keep falling short of the goal of creating "normal" music, I'll keep enthusiastically banging on my pots and pans. Yep, gotta keep banging. Gotta keep fording ahead. No matter how frigid and desolate the theater.

Songs

Ford

Yikes. Okay, looks like a month and a half away from the keyboard makes me rusty. Well, I wanted to have guitar, and here it is. Mission accomplished, I guess. What about the bad vocals? Ummm... And the slopping timing? Errrr.... And of course how about these liner notes? They are not much help! Oh well... At least this clunker takes the pressure off the next song!

Lyrics to "Ford":

    i gotta ford ahead
    i got a ford ahead...

    where's the bridge?
    that's not a bridge
    that's a ford for horsey,
    horsey, horsey, horsey, horsey...

    ford for horsey
    ford for horsey
    ford for horsey
    ford for horsey

    got a ford ahead
    i gotta ford ahead...
    i gotta ford ahead...
    i gotta ford ahead...

    guitar!
  

Ekimo

Starts off with the same chords as an IPECAC song, but then turns funky. I don't know why I called it "Ekimo". Sorry!

Beckon Forth

This is simple electro-jam. It was fun to create, but since it doesn't have a melody, it won't be that memorable. My favorite part is the toms near the end.

For some reason, the sax part sounds sluggish. Hmm.

Anyway, the title is a pun on a phrase from a movie we saw recently.

Hodgepog Plan

Is this about procreation? Or just escape? Into juvenilia perhaps?

I turned 33 the day I started the song. Getting old, I guess. Does it sound like it?

Lyrics to "Hodgepog Plan":

bum bum bum bum bum...

i got a hodgepog
so i got a plan
and inside my hodgepog
is another plan

a little baby hodgepog
is my hodgepog's plan
inside the little baby hodgepog
is yet another plan
  

User Comments:

  1. "original" - Giovanna (2008-06-02)

Ding

I had just finished updating the IPECAC web site. For some reason, I got some of lyrics and the "ding ding ding" chant stuck in my head. I felt compelled to turn them into a song, so here it is: a silly, sloppy ode to IPECAC.

At first it was a capella. I then added the drums and bass line, and gradually filled in bits until it no longer sounded empty (although it still sounds mindless and overly repetitive). I guess that's house most songs are created, right? So no insight here; sorry!

The lyrics exaggerate a bit (like most of mine do). You see, we actually did have friends, and we ultimately chose them (and girls) over IPECAC. Perhaps this song was wishful thinking? You know, like: what would have happened if we had stayed down there in the basement?

I don't know. Sometimes I feel like I'm still down in the basement. But hey, as long as I keep churning out songs (good ones and bad ones like this), the basement's a fine place for me.

Lyrics to "Ding":

ding ding ding ding...
is this thing on?

we banged on pots and pans
we dented the bottles and cans
we irritated our parents
they were annoyed by all the dents

we abandoned all our friends
we avoided social events
we hermited in my basement
created our own instruments

cacepi, cacepi...
i gotta pee

  [repeat combinations of the above]
  

Unintended Jam

I was trying to make a simple melodic song but as soon as I started playing the EP I lapsed into this jam. Maybe the next song will be more obedient.

I added vocals as an afterthought. They're completely improvised. They actually detract from the song, except when I'm chanting. So, I mixed them very low. And now you can barely hear them. They're more like ambience now. Oh well.

Lyrics to "Unintended Jam":

it's windy outside
  oh my god, so windy
it's distracting
  it freaks me out
i'm going crazy

i need to nestle
  i need to nestle
i need to nestle
  i need to nestle
i need to cuddle
  i need to cuddle
i need protection
  i need my mommy

i need to cuddle
  i need my mommy
i need to spoon
  i need my mommy
with my baby
  i need my mommy
i'm afraid of the wind
  afraid of the wind

  the wind, the wind, the wind...
    [keep repeating]

it's windy outside
and it scares me
i don't really want to record vocals now
but i cannot help it
i cannot help it anymore than i can help the wind

you may think that's profound but it's not, it's not

it's windy outside
it's windy outside
and it's freaking me out
and it's freaking me out

it's windy outside
it's windy outside
and it's freaking me out
and it's freaking me out

out out out out...

freaking me out out out...

where does the wind come?
where does the wind come?
where does the wind come?
where does the wind come?
where does the wind go?
where does the wind go?
where does the wind go?
where does the wind go?

  the wind, the wind, the wind
  is freaking me out out out out...

where does the wind come?
where does the wind come?
where does the wind come?
where does the wind come?
where does the wind go?
where does the wind go?
where does the wind go?
where does the wind go?

  the wind, the wind, the wind
  is freaking me out out out out...

listen to the wind blowing
it's too windy
hey
it's too windy for me
hey it's too windy
hey
it's too windy for me

it's too windy for me

puff puff puff puff
goes the wind at the window to my right
  (puff puff puff puff goes the window)

creak creak creak creak
goes the house and the roof on my left
  (creak creak creak creak goes the roof)

boom boom boom boom
goes the shutters all night all night..,
  (boom boom boom boom goes the shutters)

can't sleep, can't sleep, can't sleep, can't sleep
because of the wind
because of the wind

i didn't want to do a jam
but when i sat down on the keyboard
my hands did their own thing

i didn't want to do a jam
i didn't want to improvise the lyrics either

i didn't want to do a jam
i just wanted to make a very pretty song today

i didn't want to do a jam
i don't know why it ended up this way

so, travis, why are you doing this jam?
please tell us that?
why are you doing it
and why are you doing this funny accent?

    i don't know
    i don't know
    it's a bad idea, it's a bad idea...

stop doing that funny accent
this is 1991, anyway
this is 1992
no, this ain't 1992 either

    vocal clutter, vocal clutter...

these vocals are awful
they awful
gotta bad accent
it's embarassing
it's a freakin' embarassment, man

  but not like vocals like these
  'cause these are strapped on the end of the song
  they smell like an afterthought

    just throw in some vocal clutter

silence
blessed silence
3,4,1,2,3

  blessed silence
  everybody say "blessed silence"

    that's right
    we all need blessed silence

and the wind is at the door
and the wind is at the roof
and the window is outside
it's waiting to blow our trash down the street

    wind blow the trash down the street

and we'll have to get up tomorrow morning and pick it up
if it were a thursday night
but it's not; it's tuesday night, ha ha ha ha

  you've lost me travis

i'm so funny, this is funny, this is funny
this is very worth the time

  i don't know where the beat is
  what's the melody?

    this is very lame
    very lame, very lame...

you must admit, you must admit
you must admit, you must admit
this is awful, yeah

  i think you lost it, dude

1,2,3,4,1,2,3,4,1,2,3,4,1,2,3,4
1,2,3,4,1,2,3,4,1,2,3,4,1,2,3,4

blow blow blow blow blow blow blow blow
goes the window
very lame, very lame, very very very lame...

hey, listen to me
i'm the guy with the microphone
that gives me authority
hey, you listen to my song
i've got a captive audience
i'm taking you along

hey, you, listen to my music
hey, you, worship my lyrics
hey, you, honor my reason
hey, you, please pardon my rhyming

i'm just kidding; this is disposable
you can skip to the end
the lyrics aren't even in time
but that's okay my friend

you can dignore this, dignore this...

everybody, everybody say "dignore this"
dignore this, dignore this, dignore this...

  dignore this, dignore this...

hey, you, listen to my music
hey, you, worship my lyrics
hey, you, honor my reason
hey, you, please pardon my rhyming

hey, you, please pardon my music
please pardon my song
  

Destination Snow

Simple groove. The last song ("Unintended Jam") was too busy for my tastes. I wanted this one to be minimal.

The idea is that we leave the city to go up north. As we head north, it gets colder; the music gets louder.

I really like the bass drum sound. It reminds me of "Beso".

The thumping drums at the end represent a heart beat. Or footsteps. Trudging off into the snow.

Arctictoc

When I started this, I was intending to make it a pop song. Same as the last two, you know. But each time, I ended up creating rambling jams with no strong melody. They have decent atmosphere (in the headphones at least) but no real presence.

I think I'll need to change my template (yet again) after this song. I'll need to find something more immediate, more "small" sounding. Right now everything sounds so desolate, sluggish, and, well, cold.

This song's title is supposed to continue the theme of an arctic expedition. You see, I want to get to the "Igaloo", which will be this album's first real "pop" song. But I'm having trouble finding it. And I'm starting to get worried. Am I stuck wandering around aimless electro-jam land? Or will I finally find a cozy home base?

I really need to find a home base in order to feel like this album is worthwhile. Even if it's the last song on the album, I'll be happy, because all I want is to be able to go into the next album with confidence. Fruitine is exploratory, but the next album has to be focused. At least, that's my plan.

So I need to find my pop song, my "Igaloo". Something to anchor me, something that will produce happy memories. Where is it?

Where is that !%@# igaloo???

Lyrics to "Arctictoc":

now we're trudging through the snow
looking for a place to go
we keep on pulling through the ice
looking for a place to spend the night

my skis are heavy, my clothes are caked
oh how i'd love a doggie steak
my eyes are frosted, my lips are cracked
when i see i you i see a snack

hey, hey, hey, hey

now we're trudging, now we're trudging...
keep on pulling, keep on pulling...

hey

polar bear, orcas, doggies, other men
vitamins, scurvy, frostbite, mercury

watch out for the polar bear
watch out for the orcas
watch out for the doggies
watch out for the other men

watch out for the vitamins
watch out for the scurvy
watch out for the frostbite
watch out for the mercury

it plummets, it plummets...

we gotta get back to civilization
we gotta get back to our homes
we gotta get back to our relations
we gotta get back to our tombs

but we're still trudging through the snow
searching for a place to go
we keep on pulling through the ice
hunting for a place to spend the night

my skis are heavy, my clothes are caked
oh how i'd love a doggie steak --

  [growls]
ouch!
get away from me, fido!
  [woof! woof!]
no, no, no, you sit over there
i know you're hungry
just eat a snowball or something
hey, what's that over there?
it looks like an igaloo

  thank god!
  

Igaloo

This started off as a 17 minute vocal improv. I played keyboard drums at the same time. My "rule" to myself was that I could not record any additional vocals. I then made several passes at editing the song.

During the first pass, I made minor timing adjustments to the vocals. I tried to get them on the beat, or at least get rid of the really timing bits. This involved tweaking the midi drums and splitting up and shift the vocals. It was tedious, but didn't take too long.

The second pass was more fun. I layered other instruments on top. I enjoyed this because I got to create a catchy good and perform lots of solos. Fun, fun, fun! I also chopped out some of the unpleasant vocal sections. I got the song down to about 16 minutes.

The third pass was a pain. Here's where I mixed the instruments and vocals, and added fades to all the vocal clips. I tried really hard to edit down the song, but it was still 15+ minutes long. At the end of a long day, I recorded a first draft.

I then listened to the first draft a couple times. There were some catchy moments in (mostly, the choruses) but also lots of annoying, boring, and/or cheesy bits. At that point I decided I needed to another pass.

The fourth pass took three more days. I removed more of the bad vocals and added solos to the boring (or quiet) sections. I mixed, mixed, mixed, and snipped, snipped, snipped. After 8 hours of editing, I had managed to get the song down to under 14 minutes. Yeah, I know, all that work to shave off about 10% of the time. Sigh.

A day later, I made a fifth pass. It took me another 5 hours, but I managed to shave off another couple minutes.

A day after that, I made a sixth pass. All I did was remove 2 measures near the end and fade out sooner. Hopefully this will be the last edit.

Anyway, here it is, in its current incarnation. It's not perfect but hopefully it won't irritate me so much that I feel I need to make yet another pass.

In the future, I think I need to either:

  • learn how to edit more aggressively
  • stop creating long improvs

Lyrics to "Igaloo":

INTRO:
  is this working?
  ok, i guess it is
  here we go

VERSE:
  do you want to see me in my igaloo?
  in my igaloo-hoo
  do you want to join me in my igaloo?
  in my igaloo-hoo

CHORUS:
  in my igaloo
  do you want to eat with me in my igaloo?
    oh, that's really awful, come on now
  in my igaloo
  do you want to look at me in my igaloo?
    seriously, get it straight now

VERSE:
  get it right [babble]
  eskimos go out into the snow
  when they're ready to die
  i think it's your turn to go
  so says i

  they call me nanook,  just kidding
  that's probably trademarked
  that's really dumb

VERSE:
  do you wanna chat with me in my igaloo?
  loo-loo
  do you wanna chat with me in my igaloo?
  loo-loo

  do you wanna talk with me in my igaloo?
  in my igaloo-hoo
  do you wanna sing with me in my igaloo?
  in my igaloo-hoo

CHORUS:
  in my igaloo
  that was a bad note
  in my igaloo
  i say, it was a bad note
    let's try this again

VERSE:
  do you want to live with me in my igaloo?
  in my igaloo-hoo
  do you want to help me build an igaloo?
  an igaloo-hoo

CHORUS:
  in an igaloo
  let's build an igaloo
  build an igaloo
  let's build an igaloo
    stay in time, boy

VERSE:
  do you want to help me build an igaloo?
  build an igaloo-hoo
  do you want to help me build an igaloo?
  build an igaloo-hoo

CHORUS:
  build an igaloo-hoo
  let's build an igaloo-hoo
  build an igaloo-hoo
  let's build an igaloo-hoo

VERSE:
  do you want smell me in my igaloo?
  p u
  do you want smell me in my igaloo?
  p u

CHORUS:
  ekimos stink in the igaloo
  the ekimos stink up the igaloo with poo
  and the ekimos stink up the igaloo
  the ekimos stink up the igaloo with poo

VERSE:
  oh that's great travis
  how old are you now? 33?
  doesn't sound like it
  1,2

  do you want to sing with me in my igaloo?
  in my igaloo-hoo
  do you want to dance with me in my igaloo?
  in my igaloo-hoo

CHORUS:
  do you want to sing with me in my igaloo?
  do you want to give me a hug in my igaloo?
    great, you're completely off time
    let's try this again; i always say that!

VERSE:
  [babbling]
  edit

CHORUS:
  that was dumb in my igaloo
  edit that one too
  this is another another false start
  ok

VERSE:
  so i started a song called igaloo
  and i told myself it would be really pop
  so i started a song called igaloo
  it was during my lunch hour

  so i started a song called igaloo
  and i felt the pressure to make it pop
  so i started a song called igaloo
  and it was really, really, really, really, really slop

  [scat]

VERSE:
  i started a song about an igaloo
  about an igaloo-hoo
  it's a nice little song about an igaloo
  an igaloo-hoo

CHORUS:
  in my igaloo
  i stink up my igaloo with my really bad rhymes
  in my igaloo
  [burp] oh great, how juvenile

VERSE:
  this is the highlight of the album?
  are you nuts?

  this is the best that fruitine with yield
  this is the best fruit of fruitine
  this is the best fruit that fruitine with yield
  this is the best fruit of fruitine

CHORUS:
  this is the best fruit of fruitine
  this is the best fruit of fruitine
  how old am i? am i 20 or am i 33?

VERSE:
  33? 33? hey everybody, listen to me
  33? 33? hey everybody, listen to me
  i am 33, 33, 33, 33, 33, 33

  great, i'm gonna have to write that in the xml file
  i'm gonna have to write out 33 how many times?
  hopefully i won't have to say it 33 times

  do i have to write in brackets that i'm affecting an accent?
  at times?  [sniff]
  ok, what about the sniffs?
  do i have to put the sniffs in brackets?

  i hope the song isn't the igaloo
  you know, the, the centerpiece of the album
  you know, can you imagine this being the centerpiece, the highlight?
  you know, like this is the best fruitine has to give
  that would really be pathetic

  well, for the record, this is,
  at least this one vocal track is all one take
  you know, if sonar happens to crash before i save it,
  you will never hear it
  but if i happen to feel the urge to go back to work and eat lunch
  before sonar crashes

  you're probably gonna hear it
  you're probably gonna be near it
  you're probably gonna suffer through it
  [beat box]
  back to the chorus

  do you wanna sing with me in my igaloo?
  i hope i'm in the same key now
  do you wanna dance with me in my igaloo?
  i sound like a really freaky cow

CHORUS:
  oh great, nice job travis
  33 years of improvising experience gets you to this point?

VERSE:
  you rhyme "now" with "cow"? come on
  think fast, boy, gotta think faster

CHORUS:
  maybe you need more coffee, more food, more sleep, more seD?
  ok let's try this again
  ??? last time

VERSE:
  do you wanna sing with me in my igaloo?
  in my igaloo-hoo
  do you wanna dance with me in my igaloo?
  in my igaloo-hoo

CHORUS:
  in my igaloo
  do you wanna be with me in my igaloo?
  in my igaloo-hoo
  do [babble]

VERSE:
  do you wanna stick with me in my igaloo?
  in my igaloo-hoo
  do you wanna stink up my igaloo?
  in my igaloo-hoo

CHORUS:
  'cause everyone knows that the ekimos stink
  'cause everyone knows that the ekimos stink
  'cause everyone knows that the ekimos stink
  they never take baths, they never take baths
  oh boy

VERSE:
  do you wanna stink up my igaloo?
  hey you, you, i'm talking to you
  do you wanna dance with me in my igaloo?
  hey you, you, i'm talking to you

CHORUS:
  in my igaloo
  we'll have fun in my igaloo
  in my igaloo-hoo
  in my igaloo
  you will remember this silly tune
  this silly tu-tune

VERSE:
  and you wanna dance with me in my igaloo
  in my igaloo, in my igaloo-hoo
  just gotta get this stuck in your head too
  it's in mine too, and in theirs too

CHORUS:
  it's a simple tune, it's stupid tune
  it's a really, really, really,
  really, really, really, really
  dumb tune, dumb tune, dumb tune, dumb tune
  dumb tune, dumb tune, dumb tune, dumb tune

VERSE:
  but you cannot resist the igaloo
  it gets in your head like sticky, sticky glue
  you cannot resist the igaloo
  it gets in your head, makes you wanna dance too

CHORUS:
  in my igaloo
  we'll all suffer travis in my igaloo
  in my igaloo-hoo
  in my igaloo
  we'll reach the climax in the igaloo
  in the igaloo-hoo

VERSE:
  in my igaloo-a-igaloo-a-igaloo
  in my igaloo, in my igaloo-hoo
  in my iga-liga-liga-liga-liga-loo
  in my iga-liga-liga-liga-liga-loo-hoo

CHORUS:
  in my igaloo
  the song's too long in my igaloo
  it's killing my ears in the igaloo
  i just gotta leave the igaloo

VERSE:
  enough of the igaloo
  enough of the igaloo
  enough of the igaloo
  enough of the igaloo
  enough of the igaloo
  enough of the igaloo
  the igaloo
  the best song on this album is the igaloo, the igaloo

  it's time for the denoument
  it's time for the denoument
  it's time for the denoument
  it's time for the lunch time

  everything gets quieter
  as the people go to sleep in the igaloo
  everything gets stiller
  as the people start to snore in the igaloo

CHORUS:
  in the igaloo
  travis wakes up in the igaloo, in the igaloo-hoo
  shut up travis, they scream
  and you'll scream too, in the igaloo

VERSE:
  and travis is dancing in the igaloo
  and everyone's annoyed in the igaloo-hoo
  and travis is singing in the igaloo
  go to sleep, travis, go you silly, stupid dork

CHORUS:
  dork, dork, dork, dork in the igaloo
  it's a dork, dork, dork in the igaloo-hoo
  dork, dork, dork, dork in the igaloo
  shut up travis, just go to sleep in the igaloo

    but i cannot resist the igaloo
    no, i can't resist the igaloo-hoo

    [repeat]


  

Valentime

I started this on Valentine's Day for G. It's a heartfelt love song, but it also has a slight twist and some inside jokes.

The singing is, well, um... Hey, at least I was trying to pull of some nice harmonies. If they don't always work, well, let's just consider this a demo. An eternal demo. Just like the rest of Tripecac.

The mix is a little muddy and bass-heavy. I like the [fake] guitar sound, though. Also, the vocals during the middle sections sit nicely in the mix.

Although this song sounds a little mellow and even downbeat, it was a lot more fun to work on than "Igaloo". I wasn't afraid to re-record vocals this time, and liked the fact that the song had a clearer structure. The solos were fun, too. Lots of fun! Maybe it helped that I was inspired by a very special someone. :)

Lyrics to "Valentime":

HEAD:
  tell me:
  why do i never write a song for you?
  why do i never write a song for you?
  why do i never write a song for you?
  why do i never write a song for you?

  'cause my writing can never do you justice
  and my rhyming can never do you justice
  and my creations can never do you justice
  and i can never do you justice

  'cause you're too good for me
  although you may not agree with me
  in fact, you rarely agree with me
  in fact, you rarely agree with me

VERSE:
  come to think of it, you and i have
  opposite points of view
  you think i'm the better one
  but i think it is you

CHORUS:
  and what i say i feel
  all of the time
  and what i say i mean
  with all of my mind
  my great big mind

VERSE:
  i think you're special
  yes, jodie special
  you sweep me off of my feet

CHORUS:
  and like downie
  you're helpful, alert and polite
  and like monty python guy
  you're quick and you're neat
  you're so neat

VERSE:
  i, i'm only kidding
  i cherish and respect you
  you have my admiration
  and you're not even asian

  you know i miss you greatly
  when you are away from me
  which is most of the time
  i wish you were more mine

CHORUS:
  you make me feel
  like a valuable man
  but meanwhile
  i'm your adoring fan

VERSE:
  come to think of it, you and i have
  opposite points of view
  you think i'm the better one
  but i think it is you

CHORUS:
  and what i say i feel
  all of the time
  and what i say i mean
  with all of my mind
  my great big mind

HEAD:
  why do i never write a song for you?
  why do i never write a song for you?

  'cause my writing can never do you justice
  and my rhyming can never do you justice
  and my creations can never do you justice
  and i can never do you justice

  'cause you're too good for me
  'cause you're too good for me
  'cause you're too good for me
  although you may not agree

END:
  i think you're special
  yes, jodie special
  

Philer

I felt pressure to finish Fruitine before an upcoming ski trip. The surest way to eat up lots of minutes (with minimal stress and time investment) is to create a long jam. So I did.

And it's a mess: lots of instruments clamoring for your attention, lots of Tripecac cliches. Chaos, slop, repetition galore. Hmm.

The best thing about it is the title. I wanted something self-deprecating (like "filler") but at the same time I wanted to emphasize that I actually do enjoy making long jams, especially when they are energetic. They're fun to create, but not necessarily to hear later. Anyway, I called it "philer", as in an enthusiast. As a bonus, the title sounds like filer, which refers to my tendency to document and organize everything.

Hooray for the title, boo for the music!

Bedphones

The title is a contraction of "bad headphones". You see, I was having headphone problems the day I started it.

Well, this is another "filler" song. I needed something long enough to make a big dent in the remaining minutes for the CD.

This time, however, I decided to go loopy instead of jammy. I changed the template to be less muddy (in part to reduce the distortion in the headphones) and kept the instrumentation pretty sparse.

XC

I wanted to finish this album before a ski trip. On that trip I plan to do lots of cross-country. Hence the title.

I needed something long. I was a little tired of the crisp sound on "Bedphones" so I decided to do another jam like "Philer". So again we have the muffled production. Sigh.

On a whim, I decided to add guitar. It made sense, since the album started with guitar too. Also, think about it: fording a stream, cross-country skiing... see the similarity?

Anyway, I later added vocals, on a whim. I figured I might as well throw everything into this one finale. So it's full of noises and Tripecac cliches. Some of it's new, some of it's old. Some is ugly and some is beautiful. It's sort of like a walk in the countryside.

The manic section at the end was a last minute attempt at getting the album to end on an upbeat note. Does it work? I don't know. It was an afterthought. In fact, there's lots of afterthought in this song. More afterthought than thought.

Okay, time to go get ready for that ski trip!

Lyrics to "XC":

CHORUS:
  cross country
  i wanna go cross country
  cross country
  i wanna live cross country

VERSE:
  don't wanna go downhill no more
  don't wanna risk myself
  don't wanna go downhill no more
  don't wanna break my neck

  don't wanna go downhill no more
  don't wanna shorter life
  don't wanna go downhill no more

CHORUS:
  just wanna go cross country
  i want that safety
  i wanna go cross country
  i want that safety

VERSE:
  don't wanna go downhill no more
  don't wanna shorter life
  don't wanna go downhill no more
  don't wanna break my neck

  don't wanna go downhill no more
  don't wanna risk myself
  don't wanna go downhill no more

CHORUS:
  just wanna go cross country
  hey
  i wanna go cross country

    [indistinct muttering and repetitions of the above]

  cross-country
  i wanna live cross-country

  don't wanna go downhill no more
  don't wanna risk myself
  don't wanna go downhill no more
  don't wanna break my neck

  don't wanna go downhill no more
  don't wanna shorter life
  don't wanna go downhill no more
  just wanna go cross country

  i wanna live cross-country

END:
  don't wanna go downhill no more
  don't wanna go downhill no more...

  no more
  no more...

  don't wanna shorter life
  don't wanna shorter life...

  no more
  no more...