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  • Title: Sunday Sampler
  • Artist: Tripecac
  • Timespan: 1990-2001
  • Theme: suitable for grandparents
  • Length: 73:08
  • Tracks: 16
  • Lyrics: 7
  • MP3s: 16 play all locally
  • Rating: (none) rate this album

Track List

# title lyrics time download listen started recorded rating
1 Take Sive - 3:07 download listen locally - 1990-0?-?? (none)
2 Anchovy Rock - 2:57 download listen locally - 1992-02-28 (none)
3 Fireflyz - 3:14 download listen locally - 1992-05-06 (none)
4 I Don't Wanna lyrics 2:08 download listen locally - 1993-02-21 (none)
5 The Raft lyrics 3:33 download listen locally - 1993-02-26
6 Travis and Jon lyrics 2:11 download listen locally - 1993-0?-?? (none)
7 The Hermit lyrics 5:37 download listen locally - 1993-07-29
8 I Don't Do Hills lyrics 3:54 download listen locally - 1996-05-12
9 The SS God Is Love lyrics 2:55 download listen locally - 1997-02-28 (none)
10 ...And Downs... - 2:39 download listen locally - 1997-11-08 (none)
11 Dad Song - 2:44 download listen locally - 2000-10-01
12 Piano Jam (part 1) - 4:37 download listen locally - 2001-03-27
13 Close Your Eyes - 5:00 download listen locally - 2000-09-01
14 Memorial - 12:20 download listen locally 2001-09-11 2001-10-11
15 Renewal lyrics 10:35 download listen locally 2001-11-05 2001-11-11
16 Trail Running Instrumental - 5:37 download listen locally 2001-11-17 2001-12-02
Total 73:08 play all locally album rating: (none)

Notes

Dad wanted me to put together a CD that would be "suitable for grandparents". He chose a bunch of songs and then I selected a subset of those and ordered them chronologically. Here are the original, grandparent-targeted liner notes:

2002-05-12

Hi!

This is a "sampler" of songs that I recorded over the years (under the name "Tripecac"), arranged in chronological order. My Dad picked these out as ones you might like!

I wrote and recorded all of the music by myself, using keyboards, tape recorders, and, later, computers. During the 1990s, I programmed my tunes into an "SY55" keyboard, which had a limited amount of memory, so the songs tended to be short and simple. I used the same keyboard for ten years, and recorded six albums (about 130 songs) with it.

In 2000, I bought a new keyboard (a "Triton") and started using computers to assemble my songs. It took me several months to learn how to create songs like I used to using computer software. During that learning period, I recorded several long, improvised "test" songs; "Piano Jam (part 1)", "Dad Song", and "Close Your Eyes" are excerpts from those tests.

After I moved to Bellingham (in August 2001), I finally had enough time to start recording "real" songs again; "Memorial" and "Renewal" were my first "finished" songs since 1997! Since then, I have recorded several other instrumental and vocal songs and continue to work on music almost every day.

I hope you enjoy the tunes. I certainly had a lot of fun creating them!

-- Travis

Songs

Take Sive

This is of course inspired by Dave Brubeck's 5/4 jazz classic "Take Five".

The word "sive" comes from a story I wrote in high school. "Sive" is supposed to be any number between any other two numbers that are between 4 and 6 (inclusive). Confusing and silly? Yes. Fortunately the song is much simpler.

Anchovy Rock

This is a remake of the Master Anchovies' theme song.

I wrote most or all of the music. I used to think Jon Friesen wrote the sax part, but I'm no longer sure, since the first recording of "Anchovy Rock" was with Allen Foster on sax rather than Jon.

I like this solo version a lot. It doesn't have live drums, but it has a tight energy that the Anchovies never captured on tape.

Fireflyz

This was my most serious attempt at writing a standard jazz song. I think I was trying to entice Jon Friesen (who went to the same college) to rejoin me in music making. My plan didn't work, but I like the song.

I Don't Wanna

I initially wrote this for Anand, who told me he was getting tired of being a student. For a while it became a "theme song" for me, at least in my own head, especially whenever I wasn't feeling enthusiastic about going to work or classes or anything "un-fun". It's not about depression; it's about loving entertainment and not wanting to leave it.

The intro is actually the ending from the previous song ("IPECAC is Dead").

There are actually some more lyrics which never made it into the song. They explain the context a little better:

AT START:
  "tell me about it."
  "tell you about what?"
  "well, how's school goin'?"
  "pretty awful, to tell the truth."

AT END:
  well you say that every morning
  when you're head's still thick and sleepy
  and you'd rather just keep on snoring
  well, what if you kept on sleeping?

Lyrics to "I Don't Wanna":

INTRO:
  don't mourn for me
  ipec- (sigh)
  song for anand
  hit it

VERSE:
  oh, I don't wanna go to school today
  i just wanna stay home and bum
  i don't wanna pull out all my books today
  i just wanna relax and have fun

CHORUS:
  yee-hoo!!!

VERSE:
  oh, i don't wanna go to class today
  i just wanna stay in bed and read
  i don't wanna do any work today
  my books and my music - that's all I really need

CHORUS:
  come on, baby!
  

The Raft

This is about a white-water rafting trip in West Virginia, at least on the surface (no pun intended). Deeper down you might find some sexual innuendoes, but they may be just coincidences. I'm not sure; I don't remember my state of mind when I wrote it.

People seemed to like this song a lot. I don't know if they liked it because of the adventurous subject matter, or if they liked the music. I thought it was okay.

Lyrics to "The Raft":

VERSE:
  there's a white water gorge in west virginia
  for three hundred bucks you can hire a raft
  you'll find an old redneck to drive you down to the river
  in his beat-up truck; he's got tobacco breath

  a wad in his cheek when he helps you unload the junk
  you pass him a twenty and with a gleam in his eye
  he hops back into his rusty truck
  and then he putters back home, and he waves goodbye

CHORUS:
  leaving you alone
  with a raft and some paddles in the middle of west virginia
  it's time to inflate the raft

  now, blow!   [blowing sounds]
  blow! blow! blow! ...

  now ease the raft into the water!  that's good!  let's go!
  set adrift!

VERSE:
  float down the river under beautiful mountains
  welcome mother nature, say hello to the trees
  relax for while, let your muscles unwind
  the water's wide and flat, and there's a gentle breeze

  it's tranquil and it's soothing
  to have the boat beneath you rocking
  gently with the current guiding you forward
  you can lie back take a quick nap

CHORUS:
  ahhh....
  now what's that ahead?  white water!  yeah!
  get our lifejackets buckled and our helmets on tight
  now, stroke! now, stroke! now, stroke!
  stroke! stroke! stroke! ...
  now pull it a little to the left.  to the left!
  stroke!
  watch out for the wave!
  watch out for the wave!
  oh my god, everybody, hold on tight, don't let go!
  yeehaw!!!

VERSE:
  snuggle down in the raft for warmth and safety
  snuggle down in the raft to protect your brain
  hunker down in the raft and grab onto your paddle
  wedge your feet in tight and ignore the pain

  you heart is pounding and your muscles ache as you
  plunge right into an eight foot hole
  you're battered and shaken and about to panic when the
  guide tells everybody to get a good hold.

  get a good hold, get a good hold
  everybody get a good hold!

  hunker down in the raft and grab onto your paddle
  wedge your feet in tight
  'cause we're goin' for the ride of your life!
  

Travis and Jon

This touches base with easy-listening jazz, which is my other "safe and easy" genre. It's a gentle and pretty little tune. However, like "The LoveFish", it seems out of sync with the rest of the BITLOTA songs.

Lyrics to "Travis and Jon":

meanwhile, on a path many miles away
under a gorgeous blue sky
untouched by clouds, unblemished, perfect
travis and jon walked along
admiring the beauty of this strange world

they had time to think
and reflect upon the days of old
and now, they plodded on
until they came to a stream
that tumbled down into the lake below
jon looked out over the water far below
and thought he could make out
the image of a small raft
trav sighed peacefully
ahh....

"what could be better than this?" trav asked

"this is indeed wonderful," replied jon
"i wonder how the others are doing
are they faring as well?
are they basking in the beauty of this otherworld?"

trav and jon walked along
  

The Hermit

Here we go!!! This is where everything "clicked" into place. It was my dad's birthday, and I think I recorded this very quickly as a last-minute gift for him.

Musically, I turned to simple, catchy piano-based pop which I probably wrote in half and hour on my parents' upright piano before scurrying off to my room to finish the song. The lyrics are simple and straightforward. There's no symbolism, no pretentiousness, no real effort... It all flowed very naturally.

Everyone liked this song, including me. My parents enjoyed the music but thought the lyrics were "sad".

By this time I think I started realizing that my parents just didn't "get" the point of many of my songs, which is that:

  1. I enjoy being a hermit.
  2. I like to talk (and sing) about myself.
  3. I like to be funny when I write.
  4. So, I often make fun of myself when I sing.

There is no "depression" in my life. There's no real tension, and rarely is there any stress. My life is fun and easy, and I like it! However, when it comes time to sing, I feel like I need something dramatic, some sort of conflict.

It's like making faces in a mirror (or on a video). I don't want to make pretty faces; I want to make ugly faces, the more grotesque and disturbing the better! That's one of the "fun" things about self-reflection.

It's the same way with lyrics. When I'm writing a song (about my favorite subject: me), I'm "looking" at myself and instead of posing "properly" or "handsomely" I prefer to look like the Biggest Dork Ever.

Right now, I'm in my room writing this, getting a total kick out of listening to my music and writing about myself and looking forward to a nice long jog or bike ride this afternoon... I love the control that solitude gives me over my activities. I am having a blast doing these things by myself, and I've always been like that for as long as I can remember.

Of course, every once in a while it's fun to actually talk to another human being. :) There's something inside me, either an instinct or something I was taught at an early age, that tells me to "socialize every once in a while". My guess is that this drive is natural (hardware), that most animals have a primal urge to seek companionship...

Regardless of its origin, for me, the drive to seek human companionship is usually nowhere near as compelling as the drive to accomplish things. For me, creativity, organization, learning, and exploration are the Big Satisfiers, both exciting and pride-instilling, and along with them comes (either naturally or through experiential associations) a desire for "daytime" independence from The Pack.

Of course, if The Pack actually shared 90% of my interests, then maybe I wouldn't "have" to be a hermit in order to pursue the Big Satisfiers. Maybe someday I will find a Travis-compatible Pack, but right now the easiest, most reliable way to have a Good Day is to plan to do things by myself.

If you don't believe me, listen to the music rather than the words. The music is un-selfconscious and FUN, just like my days in my room... It's joyfully indulgent! :)

Lyrics to "The Hermit":

VERSE 1:
  another day of sitting at home
  reading a book and staying close to the phone
  just in case somebody happens to call
  and when they do i hop in my car

  drive to the city, taking care not to wreck
  it's been 17 days since i've been out of my shack
  i've subsisted on pop tarts and cracker jacks
  my mother'd kill me if she knew 'bout that

CHORUS 1:
  oh i'm a hermit yes i know
  but i don't dress like a hobo
  i don't wear rags with holes in fact i...
  i look pretty normal

VERSE 2:
  i was pushing 20 livin' in a dorm
  my hallmates often came and knocked on my door
  they said "hey travis, wanna go out with us?"
  and i said "nah, i'm busy downloading from a bbs"

  pretty soon people stopped dropping by
  i guess i said "no" too many times
  a couple nights i tried to call them up
  but they were busy -
  so after that i pretty much kept to myself

CHORUS 2:
  oh i'm a hermit yes i know
  but i don't put on a show
  i don't beg like a bum in fact i...
  i act pretty normal

  oh i'm a hermit yes i know
  i know my life seems slow
  i don't have anywhere to go
  so i guess i'll stay at home sweet home

  stay at home, baby

VERSE 3:
  so here i am - driving to town
    (for games)
  got my seatbelt on and a worried frown
    (what if they're out of stock?)
  i feel like such a loser - look at me now
    (i used to have friends on the mud)
    (but it closed down)

CHORUS 3:
  oh i'm a hermit yes i know
  but i don't dress like a hobo
  i don't wear shoes full of holes in fact i...
  i look pretty normal

  oh i'm a hermit, yes i know
  i think real fast but i move too slow
  i had my youth and my looks but i threw it all away
  i can't think of anything else to say

CHORUS: [a capella]
  oh i'm a hermit, yes i know
  i know my life seems slow
  i don't have anywhere to go
  so i guess i'll stay at home sweet home

REGGAE:
  [humming]

  i've got my computer
  and i've got my radio
  and i've got my books to read
  and i've got my piano let's go!

  hit it trav!

  i've gotta get out on my own,
  i've just gotta get out on my own
  i've gotta get out on my own,
  i've just gotta get out on my own

  i've just gotta get out, gotta get out,
  gotta get out on my own
  i've just gotta get out, gotta get out,
  gotta get out on my own

  tomorrow.  tomorrow...

  [repeat]
  

I Don't Do Hills

I recorded this simple and gentle jazz/rock ditty for my mom on Mother's Day 1996. It's about her reluctance to bike up big hills. She actually used to say, "I don't do hills". The lyrics are repetitive (cyclical - get it?).

The bicycle noises are my spinning a bike tire and pedals. The wind noises are completely fake!

Lyrics to "I Don't Do Hills":

VERSE:
  i don't do hills
  i don't do hills
  i don't do hills
  i don't do hills

  come on mom

CHORUS:
  you can, you can
  you can make it if you try, you try
  pedal, push, or ask dad for help
  once you're at the top
  you'll fly, you'll fly,
  you'll fly and sigh and smile

VERSE:
  i don't do hills
  i don't do hills
  i don't do hills
  i don't do hills

  come on mom

CHORUS:
  you can, you can
  you can make it if you try, you try
  pedal, push, or ask dad for help
  once you're at the top
  you'll fly, you'll fly,
  you'll fly and sigh and smile

BRIDGE:

CHORUS:
  you can, you can
  you can make it if you try, you try
  pedal, push, or ask dad for help
  once you're at the top
  you'll fly, you'll fly,
  you'll fly and sigh and smile

VERSE:
  i don't do hills
  i don't do hills
  i don't do hills
  i don't do hills

  come on mom

CHORUS:
  you can, you can
  you can make it if you try, you try
  pedal, push, or ask dad for help
  once you're at the top
  you'll fly, you'll fly,
  you'll fly and sigh and smile

  you'll fly and sigh and smile

BRIDGE:
  people flying by
  roads flying by
  people flying by
  roads flying by
  

The SS God Is Love

My family took a vacation to Vieques (near Puerto Rico) in December 1996. On a deserted beach we found an old, abandoned boat, half submerged in the sand and with "God Is Love" written on the hull. Dad and I decided to see if we could get it to float. With Jess's help, we spent about an hour scooping sand out of it and pushing it towards the water. I took pictures while Dad and Jess pushed it the last few inches into the water and got inside it. It sank almost immediately. I used a picture of the boat for the cover to Sunday Sampler.

This song tells the story. The music was specifically design to be "family-oriented", so it's catchy and simple. The vocals are gentle.

Lyrics to "The SS God Is Love":

VERSE 1:
  let's get it right
  let's look it over
  let's do it right
  let's tip it over

  you get some poles
  we'll make a lever
  i'll find a scoop
  say, aren't we clever?

  okay, now rock it
  and push it harder
  each time i'll prop it
  a little bit higher

CHORUS:
  the ss god is love

VERSE 2:
  oh hi there, jessica       "hi"
  you wanna help us?         "okay"
  we need to scoop this out  "hmmm"
  so dad can lift it         "oh"

  now help us slide it       "all right"
  down to the water          "oh neat"
  across the ramp            "i'll help"
  a little farther           "okay"

  we're almost there
  here comes the tide
  it's finally moving
  so hop inside!

CHORUS:
  the ss god is love

VERSE 3:
  you're setting sail
  across the sea
  but now the surf's
  up to your knees

  i'll get the camera
  hold up a number
  i think the boat
  is going under

  you gotta bail
  you gotta row
  you gotta keep
  up with the flow

  so hold on tight
  and plug the holes
  i think we're sinking
  we're losing the boat

  the ss god is love
  oh it has floundered
  in three feet of water

CHORUS:
  the ss god is love
  the ss god is love
  the ss god is love
  the ss god is love
  

...And Downs...

This was the second part of the "trilogy" that started with "The Ups". It has the worst title (since it wasn't really a "downer"), but the nicest music. It's longer and more coherent than the other two parts, and has a pretty instrumentation.

It was my favorite instrumental on the album for a few years. Dad liked it too; he selected it for Dad's Picks.

Dad Song

This is the sort of song I can picture my dad playing on his piano. When I was recording it, I pretended like I was listening to him play. I then added some light drums and bass.

I tried very hard to keep the piano prominent, since I didn't want the drums to dominate. In retrospect, I wish I either hadn't added the drums at all (which are sloppy), or had spent some time cleaning them up. Back then, though, I was using the Tripecac for sequencing, and didn't know how to edit very well.

Piano Jam (part 1)

This is the beginning of a really long piano-trance improv. It starts off pretty but later digresses into a pattern that continues for the rest of the song (14+ minutes).

Here's a link to the original version: listen

Close Your Eyes

This is a swinging low-organ groove. I was probably testing the Triton's handling of a 6/8 time signature and/or triplet quantizing. I'm not sure how much of this is actually quantized.

The title refers to my attempt to stop being self-conscious and immerse myself in the music. Unfortunately, it's not as relaxing as I wanted it to be. The drums are sloppy and loud at times, and the organ muddies up too much space. Oh well.

Dad liked it, though, and chose it for Dad's Picks.

Memorial

I started this song on the morning of 9/11, before I turned on the news. It was a light, repetitive test of Cakewalk, nothing special really. As far as I was concerned, it was destined to be Yet Another Unfinished Song. I forget what I called it.

An hour later, when I started work, I heard about the WTC and Pentagon bombings. I marvelled at how relaxed and blissful I had been just minutes ago, when I was working on music. I decided to rename the song "Memorial". I also decided to try to turn this negative situation into a positive one. I hadn't finished a song in years, and promised myself I would work on this one until I finished it.

It ended up taking me about a month. I worked on it almost every day. I wasn't used to having unlimited sequencer memory, so I kept adding sections to the song: solos, choruses, breakdowns, and more solos. I didn't want to delete any of the ideas, so the song grew and grew. It became an epic (easy-listening) jam, approaching the length of "Been Way Too Long", my longest song at that point. I had no idea how I was going to finish it. Not knowing what to do, I resorted to adding more solos...

Eventually I realized that I needed to set a time limit for myself or I would never finish. I decided to stop expanding the song, to switch gears and start editing it. Now began the endless hours of fine-toothed tweaking, mixing, and rearranging. I obsessed over almost every note, trying hard to make this a "masterpiece". By the time I had finished editing it, I think I had sucked most of the life out of it. It was super-listenable, but also super-bland. Dad liked it, however, and had me put a shorter version of it on Dad's Picks.

The good news is that I had momentum now. I was elated over having actually finished a song, and immediately started on the next one. Since "Memorial" had taken me exactly one month to finish, I decided to give myself the same time limit for the new song, which became "Renewal".

User Comments:

  1. "I like this song a lot. Even though it is very mellow it has good energy. Since the second part it's a little jumbly, I would like it to be shorter." - Giovanna (2010-09-16)

Renewal

This was my first "real" song with lyrics since 1997.

The music is light funk, maybe even easy listening. I wanted something that didn't get irritating over the course of twelve verses.

The lyrics are an "epic" retelling of my musical history. They conclude with the song itself. The last bit is improvised talking. You can barely hear it, and the song fades out in the middle of it, but I've kept the lyrics intact because I like what I was trying to say.

Lyrics to "Renewal":

INTRO
  Renewal, take one

VERSE 1:
  I've got a story that I want to tell
  About me (of course)... It's about my music
  I used to think that I would do pretty well
  With practice and a little patience

CHORUS:
  My big dream
  My big dream
  My big dream
  Was to be a rock star

VERSE 2:
  I started writing songs when I was thirteen
  For my cousin, who said she actually liked them
  (And) then I played in IPECAC and Anchovies
  With my best friends; we were pretty pathetic

CHORUS:
  But with every note
  And with every song
  And with every day
  We got a little bit better

BRIDGE:
  And then when we were seniors
  We played a couple parties
  But then Jon he quit the band

  oh it was a depressing time
  to be an anchovy or a friend of mine
  yes it was a depressing time
  to be an anchovyor a friend of mine

VERSE 3:
  When we went to college, the band broke up
  So I wrote my songs for my new-found friends
  They said the music was suprisingly good
  That I should make a CD or join a band

CHORUS:
  But then they laughed at me
  They laughed at me
  But then they laughed at me
  When they heard my singing

VERSE 4:
  I signed up for a class
  where they taught us to sing
  But I skipped.  A lot.
  I kept on writing songs for my family
  And my girlfriend, who was perpetually honest.

CHORUS:
  They said "that's pretty
  I like the melody
  The music flows nicely
  But what's with the singing?"
    Is that a joke?

BRIDGE:
  They said "Travis, you've got talent
  We really like your music
  But your voice...
  You gotta do something about that"

    (so what could i do?)
    (what could i do?)

VERSE 5:
  So next time I wrote a song without any words
  I said "okay guys, here's an instrumental."
  They smiled politely at the opening chords
  But within a couple minutes
  they were back at their chores

CHORUS:
  They said "that sounds pretty
  I like the melody
  You really play nicely
  But it sounds a little empty"
    (is that an echo?)

VERSE 6:
  The next time I waited until they were sitting
  Dad was reading and mom was knitting
  I said, "hey guys I got another song for you"
  But by the end of the song they had left the room

CHORUS:
  They had the TV on
  They had the blender on
  They had the vacuum on
  They said, "Yes, Travis, we heard it"
    (we did!)

BRIDGE:
  As the years went by
  Their enthusiasm
  Dwindled to a trickle
  And then it stopped
    (or maybe mine did)
    (so what could i do?)
      (so i just had to resort to solos)

SOLOS:
    (lots of solos)
      (and lots of tests)
    (gratuitous solos)
      (where's that guitar?)
    (endless solos)
      (i'm gonna make a experimental song)
    (experimental solos)
      (go travis)
    (precious solos)
      (go travis)
    (exciting solos)
    (but I continued to sing... offline)
    (I continued to sing... offline)

VERSE 7:
  I stuck to instrumentals for a couple years
  I bought a guitar and a synthesizer
  I spent a lot of money upgrading my gear
  And I practiced every morning; I'm an early riser

CHORUS:
  I worked on my technique
  And my sequencing
  But as for melody
  I just couldn't be bothered
    (you need to work on your harmony too)

VERSE 8:
  A year went by with my daily routine
  I stopped playing songs for my family
    (ohhhh)
  I felt a compulsion to record everything
  I had a billion "tests" but some were pretty neat

CHORUS:
  I put them on CD
  Uploaded mp3s
  Which some of my colleagues
  Said they thought were catchy

BRIDGE:
  And then I went on travel
  I tried to practice music in the car
  So I sang to myself
    (hey there's a bear)
    (we're almost to the end, folks)
    (just try to be a little more patient)
    (we're almost to the end)
      (yeah right)
    (i promise)
    (you can trust me)
      (trust in travis)
    (you can always trust me)

VERSE 9:
  Last month I finally completed a song
  It took a month to finish and it's way too long
  It has a nice beginning but as for the rest
  It's 10 minutes of solos, and the ending's a mess

CHORUS:
  But at least it's done
  I finished a song
  It's my first real one
  Since 1997

VERSE 10:
  So here I am, on November 11th
  I told myself today that I'd finish my second
  I like the chords and I like the rhythm
  And even though the lyrics were hastily written

CHORUS:
  That's fine with me
  It has a melody
  That I can sing
  In a manner of speaking

BRIDGE:
  Well if I can sing it
  Then anyone can sing it
  And maybe they'll feel tempted to sing along
    (again, how sloppy!)
    (the simpsons is gonna be on soon)
    (tv)

VERSE 11:
  Before I go I just wanted to say
    (yes, trav?)
  That I had an idea the other day
    (bing!)
  That maybe my voice doesn't do so much harm
  It might even lend the music a little charm

CHORUS:
  So now I sing
  And I'm happy
  And if you laugh at me
  At least I know you're listening

VERSE 12:
  So that's my story and I'm glad it's told
  And even though the repetition gets a little old
  I still like the tune and the sound of the gear
  And I'm feeling excited 'bout the coming year

CHORUS:
  And my big dream
  Yes, my big dream
  My big dream
  Is a little bit closer

BRIDGE:
  I'm gonna keep on singing
  Not because I like my singing
  But the words
  Keep the melody in mind

  I'm gonna keep on singing
  Not because I like my singing
  But maybe someday I'll actually improve
    (ha ha, improve?)
    (at this rate, it's gonna take a long time)

SPOKEN:
  But maybe, just maybe...  The quality of my
  singing in the long term doesn't really matter,
  or if anything it could be advantageous.

REFRAIN:
  maybe the quality of my singing
  in the long term doesn't matter
  [repeat]

  maybe the quality of my singing
  in the long term doesn't hurt me

  maybe the quality of my singing
  in the long term doesn't matter
  [repeat]

SPOKEN: [while refrain repeats, hard to hear]
  Maybe the quality of my singing in the long term
  doesn't matter.  Or if anything it might help me
  get the song across to the minds of those people
  who don't really want to listen.

  Not that I have anything to say.  Well, I guess
  I do have something to say.

  I think lyrics are a glue.  They take a melody
  and they glue it to our memory.  I think the
  lyrics act as an adhesive.

  They certainly simplify things if you think about
  it.  The lyrics are simple.  The song is simple.
  The song has a certain elegance.

[the song fades out before this point]

  So if I limit the voice in the song to simplicity
  it could actually make it more successful in terms
  of being listenable, enjoyable, and...

  There's so many notes I can play and of the ones
  I can sing only a handful.  I find that by
  restricting myself my melodies become more
  tuneful.  Because if I can sing it, anyone can
  sing along.

  "I can do better than that", they say, and then
  they start to hum.

  And then it sticks in their head.

  And that's all.

    (no more)
  

Trail Running Instrumental

This is probably my favorite Tripecac song ever! It's instrumental dance, with a dose of jazz and subtle sound effects (crickets, thunder, rain, etc.) I liked it so much I decided to record a vocal version ("Trail Running") to put on Renewal. Dad liked it too, and selected it for Dad's Picks.