4-Track instrumental recording by Lo-Fi New Yourk Duo, circa 1995.

Hungry Motor Wah

8-track digital recording by Lo-Fi New York duo, circa 1997.

Attempts to answer the musical question: "What if the 1969 Velvet Underground made a B-side Instrumental with the 1973 Stooges?"

Velvet Stooge

8-Track digital from Lo-Fi New York duo, late 90s.

Tonight (Three Dreams)

4-track recording by Lo-Fi New York duo, mid-90s. Heard Pell-Mell for the first time and then made this.

Honky Quotient

Imperfect protest song against "The Captain." #Occupy Music.

The Captain

A few friends and I get together every so often and crank up the stereo with vinyl records--old and new. We call it "Vinyl Night," and its mythology is becoming larger than the event itself. I recorded this song in honor of Vinyl Night.

Theme from Vinyl Night

Kids song made for some friends' children. They gave me the ideas for the lyrics, and I put it to music. Just a little fun.

Henry and the Balloon

Kids song done for my niece, about a war in the garden. Done in the style of psychedelic-era Donovan. Or attempted as such.

Milena Threw Flowers

The 8-track digital original was lost. This is from a cassette mixdown. It always helps to crank it up uncomfortably loud with headphones on.

Out West

What if Mike Nesmith had a time machine, travelled to 1997 to listen to the Brian Jonestown Massacre live, returned to lock himself in a room for 6 weeks listening only to "Tombstone Blues," shot Davy Jones, and then went into the recording studio before the police arrived?

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The Captain (Garage Version)

I hear the boots come marching
Three miles beyond the hill.
The Captain and his cronies
With a flatbed truck to fill.

The Captain ambled slowly,
Calling Singeon on the phone.
Then he broke inside the shithouse,
Killed old Rover with a bone.

That’s when I knew
I knew what I had to do.
You gotta kick the Captain,
Before the Captain steals your shoe.

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The Captain set a fire
With blood and gasoline.
He burnt down all the cornfields
For a photo magazine.

Sunday morning it came early
For Preacher Bobby C.
His congregation hallucinatin’
On the Captain’s LSD.

That’s when I knew
I knew what I had to do.
You can’t live with the Captain,
‘Cause he’s living all over you.

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He writes all your graffiti
Then makes you scrub it clean
Ya gotta pay for the privilege
To oil his machine.

The Captain is a razor
That cuts you to the bone.
He’ll charge you twice for surgery,
then mail your body home.

That’s when I knew
I knew what I had to do.
You gotta kill the Captain,
‘Cause he’s already killing you.

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The Captain has a language.
He speaks to you in dreams.
Held hostage to a memory,
Ain’t nothing what it seems.
	But you see…

We’re all the Captain’s sergeants;
We march in his parade.
Rip off those soldier’s stripes, my friend,
Or put a bullet through your brain.

That’s when I knew
I knew what I had to do.
You gotta kill the Captain
He’s living inside of you!


The Captain (Garage Version)

The lost, forgotten, or never-known genius band of the 1990s who fused DIY and analog to produce some of the most bizarre, heterogeneous, and blistering music ever to brush a tape-head.

Recently reformed. This is where we're posting random stuff we've done recently, too.

FestusMO

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