Boy meets girl, boy gets girl, boy loves girl, girl gets over it.  Feel free to substitute any gender you'd prefer. 

The vi: https://youtu.be/CYBJmfe9UKA

One Night

I wrote this song back in 1984 when I was dating my now wife. I was a bit of a clumsy, nervous boyfriend, which gave rise to this song. The recording you hear is from August 2024 but it is almost an exact replica of the original song with only the addition of a full 'band'. I sing all vocals, bass, hand claps - only the drums and rhythm guitars are auto-generated. EDIT: This is the December 2025 remix where I swapped out my acoustic guitars for rhythm guitars.

Nervous

This one is an American novelty blues song originally found in vaudeville performances from the early 20th century. The earliest known version published was from 1915 by Totts Davis and Ed Stafford titled ”He's In The Jailhouse Now”. 
In 1924, Whistler's Jug Band from Louisville, Kentucky, recorded it under the title "Jail House Blues,", in fact it was the same song.
Two African-American bluesmen also recorded the song prior to Rodgers: Blind Blake in 1927 (in pic) and Jim Jackson in 1928. Jackson also copyrighted the song before Rodgers. Finally the Memphis Sheiks (a pseudonym for the Memphis Jug Band) recorded it in 1930. On some of the Memphis Sheiks' records, an African-American vaudeville performer named Bert Murphy is given credit for writing the song.
It later became associated with Jimmie Rodgers, by way of the yodeling country music versions he recorded in 1928 and 1930, and has been extensively covered in the subsequent years, often giving songwriting credit to Rodgers.
In my rendition of the first vaudeville version, I sing and play guitar and also tenor and plectrum banjo.
I produced this at my home with Band in a Box and Reaper.

Tämä kappale on yhdysvaltalainen blues alun perin 1900-luvun varietee-esityksistä. Varhaisin tunnettu julkaistu versio on vuodelta 1915 Totts Davisin ja Ed Staffordin "He's In The Jailhouse Now".
Vuonna 1924 Louisvillestä, Kentuckysta kotoisin oleva Whistler's Jug Band levytti sen nimellä "Jail House Blues". Itse asiassa se oli sama kappale. 
Kaksi afroamerikkalaista bluesmiestä levytti kappaleen myös ennen Jmmy Rodgersia: Blind Blake vuonna 1927 (kuvassa) ja Jim Jackson vuonna 1928. Jackson myös omi itselleen kappaleelle tekijänoikeudet ennen Rodgersia. Lopulta Memphis Sheiks (Memphis Jug Bandin salanimi) levytti sen vuonna 1930. Joillakin Memphis Sheiksien levyillä afroamerikkalainen varietee-esiintyjä nimeltä Bert Murphy mainitaan kappaleen kirjoittajana. Myöhemmin se yhdistettiin Jimmie Rodgersiin hänen vuosina 1928 ja 1930 levyttämiensä jodlaavien country-versioiden kautta, ja sitä on versioitu laajalti seuraavina vuosina, usein Rodgers kirjattuna tekijäksi.
Tässä tulkinnassani ensimmäisestä vaudeville-versiosta laulan ja soitan kitaraa sekä tenori- ja plektrum banjoa.
Tuotin tämän kotonani Band in a Boxilla ja Reaperilla.

He's In The Jailhouse Now (Totts Davis & Ed Stafford 1916)

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Lyrics and translation below:

This well known Hawaiian hula song was composed in 1920 by Charles E. King. The lyrics of the first four verses were written by J. Kealoha. They tell about the four main islands of Hawaii (Hawaii or Big Island, Maui, Oahu and Kaua, in pic), their own leis and mountains. Later Noelani Mahoe added five more verses about the five other islands of Hawaii.
In my version I sing just the first four verses. I play banjos (Tenor and Plectrum), mandolins (Napolitan and Octave) and guitars. I produced this at my home with Band in a Box and Reaper.

Sanat ja käännös liitteenä:

Tämän tunnetun hula-laulun Hawailta sävelsi 1920 Charles E. King. Ensimmäiset neljä säkeistöä kirjoitti J.Kealoha. Niissä kerrotaan Hawaijin neljän suurimman saaren (Hawaii eli Big Island, Maui, Oahu and Kaua, kuvassa) oma lei ja vuori. Myöhemmin Noelani Mahoe lisäsi viisi säkeistöä Hawaijin muista saarista.
Versiossani laulan neljä ensimmäistä säkeistöä. Soitan banjoja (tenori ja plectrum), mandoliinejä (napolilainen ja oktaavi) ja kitaroita. Tuotin tämän kotonani Band in a Boxilla ja Reaperilla.

Hanohano Hawai`i la lei i ka lehua la
Kuahiwi nani la o Mauna Kea

Kilakila `o Maui la lei i ka roselani la
Kuahiwi nani la o Haleakalâ

Ha`aheo O`ahu la lei i ka `ilima la
Kuahiwi nani la o Ka`ala

Kaulana Kaua`i la lei i ka mokihana la
Kuahiwi nani la oWai`ale`ale


Honored is Hawai`i whose lei is the lehua
Beautiful is it's mountain, of Mauna Kea

Majestic is Maui whose lei is roselani
Beautiful is it's mountain, of Haleakalâ

Proud is O`ahu whose lei is the `ilima
Beautiful is it's mountain, of Ka`ala

Famous is Kaua`i whose lei is the mokihana
Beautiful is it's mountain, of Wai`ale`ale


Kunnioitettu on Havaiji, jonka lei on lehua
Kaunis on sen vuori Mauna Kea

Majesteettinen on Maui, jonka lei on roselani
Kaunis on sen vuori Haleakala

Ylpeä on Oahu, jonka lei on `ilima
Kaunis on sen vuori Ka'ala

Kuuluisa on Kauai, jonka lei on mokihana
Kaunis on sen vuori Wai'ale'ale

Na Moku Eha aka Hano, Hano Hawaii (The Four Islands) (Music: Charles E. King 1920, Lyrics: J. Kealoha)

The Wild Rover is a very popular and well-travelled folk song. Many territories have laid claim to having the original version.
In my version I sing and play banjos (Tenor and Plectrum), mandolins (Napolitan and Octave) and guitar as well as virtual (Komplete Kontrol) Uillean Pipes.
I produced this at my home with Band in a Box and Reaper.
The Wild Rover on hyvin tunnettu ja laajalle levinnyt kansanlaulu. 
Versiossani laulan ja soitan banjoja (tenori ja oktaavi), mandoliinejä (napolilainen ja oktaavi) sekä kitaraa kuin myös virtuaalisesti (Komplete Kontrol) irlantilaista säkkipilliä.
Tuotin tämän kotonani Band in a Boxilla ja Reaperilla.

The Wild Rover (trad.)

This is a Band In a Box update to an early song, prior to using BIAB.  I think it's a significant amount better than the original, with BIAB drums, bass and guitar adding extra depth to the mix.

When You're Off Your Face (redux)

Riding The Landslide
Words and music by
Torrey Bliss and Ron Helm
©2025 Glass Gate Music BMI

We're gonna reap what we sow
Just like the old saying goes
You go up high on the mountain
But Eden's never found
You've looked for strength in the bottle
Then magic pills turn to smoke in your hand 
When it's all gone you're still empty
Then you start all over again

You're riding the landslide all the way down
One day you'll find that you can't turn around
Just look ahead see the end of the road 
Don't go

You say it's just a harmless flirtation
That's gotten way out of hand
You know it's wrong but won't end it
You've thrown away what trust demands
A vow, a broken promise
Faded dreams lead to a broken home
Wasted time now has become the thief 
Of your puzzle that's not complete

You're riding the landslide all the way down
One day you'll find that you can't turn around
Just look ahead, see the end of the road 
Don't go

Don't look back to read the story of your past
Turn the page to a new and brighter day
The landslide will take you where you don't want to go
Turn around now and come on back home

You're riding the landslide all the way down
One day you'll find that you can't turn around
Just look ahead see the end of the road 
Don't go
You're life's been a landslide that's taking you down
One day you'll find that you can't turn around
Just look ahead see the end of the road 
Don't go


RIDING THE LANDSLIDE

This is why I mostly do instrumentals!

I am playing my Jay Turser jazz box guitar and attempting to sing. Band-in-a-Box is playing the balance of the tracks using my sound sources.

Not Bad

V-Got up this morning
to take a pee
limped into the bathroom
got a sore knee
I'm at the age were I can
hurt myself as I sleep

v-Tried to drive my car
But lost my keys
Went to the frig
to get some cheese
You'll never guess what I found
Go ahead guess please

C-I can still play guitar
I know that I will never be a star
I have heard what people have said
I will prove that I can still shred 

guitar solo

v-Old fingers have slowed me down
I'm not as fast as I used to be
If your still guessing I'll tell you now
Next to the cheese I found my keys

C-I can still play guitar
I know that I will never be a star
I still get up on the stage
But not bad for a man of my age

But not bad for a man of my age

But not bad for a man of my age

Opps I drop my pick again
Well in hell did it go this time



 





Not Bad

How Can I Help But Love You


  Vale Max , My beloved K9 best friend.


 Dust atoms drift in slanted light
 Still set your bowl on the floor
 I rinse it clean though you won’t return
 Just water circling the drain

 Your jumper surfaced from the box  
The back worn thin by winter rain
I pressed it flat like folded time     
Then put it out of sight

 I tucked you into yesterday
Like a violet pressed in glass
The grief don’t roar—it just lingers on 
In the quiet that you left

 The garden’s wild with clover now
I swore it’d bloom if you stayed
I let one stem fall at my feet
Some things grow best unheld

 This house forgets your footsteps
 No leash hangs by the door    anymore
 Just wind through open windows
 And silence louder than before

 I tucked you into yesterday
Like a violet pressed in glass
The grief don’t roar—it just lingers on 
In the quiet that you left

 The house unbends to evening hush,
Your collar sleeps in the drawer
I breathe, and almost call your name
Then let the silence fall once more


I Tucked You into Yesterday

I've been a guitarist since the age of 15 and writing songs since then, albeit more prolifically since 2000. I prefer strong melodies and to borrow chords to move outside of the diatonic. Usually, the song mix contains my vocals, guitars and sometimes bass, with drums, keys and other instruments auto-generated. The tracks uploaded in my Soundcloud are attempts to 'illustrate' the idea and sound I imagined when writing the songs. At best, the quality of recordings are demo quality. You can't make a silk purse out of a sow's ear!

Nervous

Andrew of the antipodes