A little love letter to some self-professed bleeding heart liberals who forget all about shared humanity when faced with the prospect of a homeless shelter being built in their neighborhood.

The best kinds of problems are other people's problems. 


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For a while I was in a songwriting group with some friends called Tuesday.wav. Every tuesday we had to turn in a song. It didn't have to long, it didn't have to be well-recorded, it didn't have to be finished, it didn't have to be good, it just had to be a song. Here are some of the things that came out of that experience. A few of these are ideas I'm interested in developing further, many are just little bits of self-contained weirdness that require no additional exploration.

Tuesday.wav

HAYBY - 12:11:18

This is a song about that timeless pastime of dumpster diving your local Subway sandwich restaurant. Really, nothing brings friends and family together like scrounging up some free bread that was just going to go to waste anyway. Not to mention the years of love you will receive from your turkeydog. 

When I wrote this, I was very aware that the previous week I had spent hours trying to develop an idea only to then go and write a shitty song about not being able to write a song. To avoid that, I told myself that I was just going to start typing and whatever words came out were the words. 

This is unfortunately what came out. The whole thing came together in less than an hour.

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For a while I was in a songwriting group with some friends called Tuesday.wav. Every tuesday we had to turn in a song. It didn't have to long, it didn't have to be well-recorded, it didn't have to be finished, it didn't have to be good, it just had to be a song. Here are some of the things that came out of that experience. A few of these are ideas I'm interested in developing further, many are just little bits of self-contained weirdness that require no additional exploration.

Subway's Closing - 2:6:19

For this one, I set out to write a good old fashioned sports anthem, and I wanted it to be about America's favorite tactical man-smasher, football. I realized that the game is pretty much just one team of big dudes trying to steal the egg of the other team, and if they have their way, raise their enemy's child as their own. Pretty basic shit. 

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For a while I was in a songwriting group with some friends called Tuesday.wav. Every tuesday we had to turn in a song. It didn't have to long, it didn't have to be well-recorded, it didn't have to be finished, it didn't have to be good, it just had to be a song. Here are some of the things that came out of that experience. A few of these are ideas I'm interested in developing further, many are just little bits of self-contained weirdness that require no additional exploration.

The Egg of My Enemy - 2:12:19

This one's about a dog being carried by a duck and he's playing the piano and they both have the prettiest eyes. Pretty self-explanatory, really.

Picture by Jonathan Riggatieri 

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For a while I was in a songwriting group with some friends called Tuesday.wav. Every tuesday we had to turn in a song. It didn't have to long, it didn't have to be well-recorded, it didn't have to be finished, it didn't have to be good, it just had to be a song. Here are some of the things that came out of that experience. A few of these are ideas I'm interested in developing further, many are just little bits of self-contained weirdness that require no additional exploration.

Dog Being Carried by a Duck  - 3:21:19

This one was my submission to the Fruit of the Loom jingle contest. I decided to write this song after thinking of the line "this global warming thing's been boiling my dong" and that made me laugh like an idiot and before I knew it the rest was done.

Somehow Fruit of the Loom didn't select this as their champion jingle. I don't know if it's that people don't want to be reminded of the impending self-inflicted demise of humanity when they buy their underwear, or if I just referred to male genitalia too much, but I think regardless we can all agree it's complete and total bullshit. 

TUESDAY.WAV - For a while I was in a songwriting group with some friends called Tuesday.wav. Every tuesday we had to turn in a song. It didn't have to long, it didn't have to be well-recorded, it didn't have to be finished, it didn't have to be good, it just had to be a song. Here are some of the things that came out of that experience. A few of these are ideas I'm interested in developing further, many are just little bits of self-contained weirdness that require no additional exploration.

What A Mesh We've Made - 4:16:19

Written by Philip Holmes and Nicholas Cummins


Recorded December 2012

Christmas In The Crudbury

What's Gonna Happen If I Didn't Buy Any Presents?

Written and performed by Philip Holmes

Recorded December 2017

Christmas in the Crudbury

No Gifts, Just Chowder

Written and performed by Philip Holmes, Nicholas Cummins, and Jorgan Krug

Recorded in December 2012

Double Carrots

Lyrics by Michael Leuchtenberger
Arrangement by Philip Holmes

Recorded December 2017

Christmas Chowder In Our Mouths

Quarantine special - Remote duet with the ebullient Casey Malone. 

As if these times weren't awful enough, I heard the news that John Prine, a national treasure and one of America's greatest living songwriters, has come down with a nasty case of COVID-19 and is currently in critical condition. It's with this in mind that Casey and I decided to throw together this cover of "In Spite of Ourselves" in an afternoon, since what the hell else are we gonna do? Casey's vocals recorded on an iPhone in East LA, everything else done by me a couple miles away. 


Originally by John Prine. Recorded and released March 30, 2020.

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