- Title: Fruitine
- Artist: Tripecac
- Timespan: 2006
- Theme: fruitful routine
- Length: 79:06
- Tracks: 13
- Lyrics: 8
- MP3s: 13 play all locally
- Rating: **** [3.75] (2 ratings) rate this album
Track List
# | title | lyrics | time | download | listen | started | recorded | rating |
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1 | Ford | lyrics | 2:48 | download | listen locally | 2006-01-07 | 2006-01-10 | **** (2) |
2 | Ekimo | - | 3:30 | download | listen locally | 2006-01-11 | 2006-01-13 | **** (2) |
3 | Beckon Forth | - | 4:31 | download | listen locally | 2006-01-16 | 2006-01-19 | ***½ (2) |
4 | Hodgepog Plan | lyrics | 4:06 | download | listen locally | 2006-01-20 | 2006-01-23 | ****½ (2) |
5 | Ding | lyrics | 5:42 | download | listen locally | 2006-01-25 | 2006-01-26 | ***½ (2) |
6 | Unintended Jam | lyrics | 6:24 | download | listen locally | 2006-01-30 | 2006-01-31 | **** (2) |
7 | Destination Snow | - | 4:18 | download | listen locally | 2006-02-01 | 2006-02-02 | ***½ (2) |
8 | Arctictoc | lyrics | 3:28 | download | listen locally | 2006-02-06 | 2006-02-07 | *** (2) |
9 | Igaloo | lyrics | 10:34 | download | listen locally | 2006-02-07 | 2006-02-14 | **** (2) |
10 | Valentime | lyrics | 7:32 | download | listen locally | 2006-02-14 | 2006-02-16 | ****½ (2) |
11 | Philer | - | 6:57 | download | listen locally | 2006-02-20 | 2006-02-21 | *** (2) |
12 | Bedphones | - | 8:00 | download | listen locally | 2006-02-21 | 2006-02-23 | ***½ (2) |
13 | XC | lyrics | 11:16 | download | listen locally | 2006-02-23 | 2006-02-28 | **** (2) |
Total | 79:06 | play all locally | album rating: | **** (2) |
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
- Fruitine track 1
- started: 2006-01-07
- recorded: 2006-01-10
- length: 2:48
- Travis Emmitt - Korg Triton, Ibanez StageStar, vocals
- mp3: download listen locally (flash player)(HTML5 player)
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
- Mix 3 (triton instrumental) track 16
- Fruitine track 2
- started: 2006-01-11
- recorded: 2006-01-13
- remixed: 2006-02-23
- length: 3:30
- Travis Emmitt - Korg Triton
- mp3: download listen locally (flash player)(HTML5 player)
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
- Fruitine track 3
- started: 2006-01-16
- recorded: 2006-01-19
- remixed: 2006-02-23
- length: 4:31
- Travis Emmitt - Korg Triton
- mp3: download listen locally (flash player)(HTML5 player)
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
- Mix 2 (triton vocal) track 9
- Fruitine track 4
- started: 2006-01-20
- recorded: 2006-01-23
- length: 4:06
- Travis Emmitt - Korg Triton, vocals
- mp3: download listen locally (flash player)(HTML5 player)
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
Ding
- Mix 2 (triton vocal) track 10
- Fruitine track 5
- started: 2006-01-25
- recorded: 2006-01-26
- length: 5:42
- Travis Emmitt - Korg Triton, vocals
- mp3: download listen locally (flash player)(HTML5 player)
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
- Fruitine track 6
- started: 2006-01-30
- recorded: 2006-01-31
- length: 6:24
- Travis Emmitt - Korg Triton, vocals
- mp3: download listen locally (flash player)(HTML5 player)
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
- Fruitine track 7
- started: 2006-02-01
- recorded: 2006-02-02
- remixed: 2006-02-23
- length: 4:18
- Travis Emmitt - Korg Triton
- mp3: download listen locally (flash player)(HTML5 player)
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
- Fruitine track 8
- started: 2006-02-06
- recorded: 2006-02-07
- length: 3:28
- Travis Emmitt - Korg Triton, vocals
- mp3: download listen locally (flash player)(HTML5 player)
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
- Fruitine track 9
- started: 2006-02-07
- recorded: 2006-02-14
- length: 10:34
- Travis Emmitt - Korg Triton, vocals
- mp3: download listen locally (flash player)(HTML5 player)
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
- Fruitine track 10
- started: 2006-02-14
- recorded: 2006-02-16
- length: 7:32
- Travis Emmitt - Korg Triton, vocals
- mp3: download listen locally (flash player)(HTML5 player)
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
- Fruitine track 11
- started: 2006-02-20
- recorded: 2006-02-21
- length: 6:57
- Travis Emmitt - Korg Triton
- mp3: download listen locally (flash player)(HTML5 player)
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
- Fruitine track 12
- started: 2006-02-21
- recorded: 2006-02-23
- length: 8:00
- Travis Emmitt - Korg Triton
- mp3: download listen locally (flash player)(HTML5 player)
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
- Fruitine track 13
- started: 2006-02-23
- recorded: 2006-02-28
- remixed: 2006-03-01
- length: 11:16
- Travis Emmitt - Korg Triton, Ibanez StageStar, vocals
- mp3: download listen locally (flash player)(HTML5 player)
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...
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