Trex - I Mowed

Hello, 1998! This was an intro for a song idea that didn't make it onto Trex. Don't worry, it's not a big loss!

This bass riff is indeed a struggle. Fortunately, it's short.

This starts off very rough, but then settles down into a semi-pleasant rhythm. It's sloppy, and I can't always hear all the words, but it's not bad.

Sometimes it's frustrating being more active than other people. Such as when we have to interact with those other people. Inevitably, the active people end up feeling pressure to do the work of the inactive people. But then we think "why the heck am I bailing this lazy person out?" We end up resenting the other people, and withdraw from them. And since we're more active than most people, we end up withdrawing from most people. We end up hermits. That's the safest route to daily happiness.

Of course, it's also a lonely route, and if our happiness depends on the approval or thanks or entertainment value of other people, then there's a limit to how happy we can be in solitude.

Anyway, the music here is pretty cool. Aggressive, choppy, crisp. I like it!

Lame, short improv with a semi-funny intro.

I was making fun at my ineptness on guitar. The ironic thing is that I was better back then than now!

From the aggression in the guitar, it sounds like I was mad at something. The lyrics match that feeling.

Words of advice that I never heed.

Rough, low jamming. Not that great. Short, though.

Salmonilla plus milling equals salmonilling. Okay, pretty weak, I know, but so is the music, so it's a match made in heaven, eh?

Another simple bass melody, no vocals, no energy, no talent. The music is as boring as the title.

I recorded this on April Fool's Day, 1998. Does that make it zany and surprising? No! It's boring, like the rest of the gentle bass melodies on this album.

This was recorded on the same day as "April Fools Song"; hence the title. Hence the snooze-inducing lack of energy.

I don't remember what I meant by this. I think someone was blaming me for bad weather. Or something. Don't know. Don't care.

The title is a pun on the "sick satan" lyric from IPECAC's "Kiss the Devil" (on Leaping Leper Limousine).

The music is yet another simple bass pattern.

A girl who liked me sent my mom a letter saying that I was a "beautiful man". This song was my reaction.

The solos weren't bad. Until the very end. :)

This is the final bass melody. It's longer and just as boring as the others. But hooray, they're finally done!

Finally I'm playing some high notes on the guitar. Too bad they are so boring.

I guess I felt like my life was in a rut. This song's music and my voice sound very rut-like too. It kind pokes fun at the cliche "you always have your roots".

This is the first take of the album's title track. It's based on a multi-meaning pun. I sort of lost the point, though, and had to record a second version in order to get the pun in there.

Second, longer version of "I Mowed". This one has the puns in it.

These are the first recorded words of 1999.

This light guitar fingering sounds muffled and messy after the crisp, aggressive recordings of the previous album (I Mowed).

I was explaining a dorky pun-based song idea. Always looking for the ultimate pun.

This shows how much of a dork I am. Or was. Was. Yeah, was.

Bass notes on guitar plus muffled vocals. So-so.

This is a short, a cappella version of "Beautiful Beautiful Man".

This is sloppy but tuneful. It's hard to hear what I was singing. Not that it mattered. It's hard enough to play and sing at the same time. Coming up with witty lyrics is even tougher. I think I was singing about the productive value of hermiting.

Pretty bad. But the lyrics are right on.

This is a lame guitar improv, focusing on the bass notes.

I think people were saying I had no tolerance. I wanted them to give me a break.

Sober up, dude!