Me and my 1961 No Name/ Harmony guitar recorded with Garage Band.
Garage band drum track with some Boss Dr.Rhythm thrown in.
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POTEET

Gin Soaked Raisins(#9)

I don't remember how I came up with this.
Probably the intro part first and it went from there.
Sometimes these songs evolve as I'm recording, and the different parts just come to me.
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Chocalate Chip Pancakes

Here's a snappy little tune I came up with recorded with a Telecaster style kit I built last year.
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Snazzy Pants

Did not intend to write a waltz, I just started messing around with
 the minor scale and this is what happened.
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Faltz Waltz : )

This started as a melody I was humming in my head on one of my daily walks and went from there.
 The title was inspired by my wife's Aunt, who's husband was dying at the time. She called one day and when I answered she said,"I think my husband is slipping away from me"

Slippin' Away From Me

Done using my looper like a regular, linear recorder.
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You see the white in my beard and wonder if I’m wise
I see thirst for thought and knowledge deep down in your eyes.

But there ain’t a lot of nothing in nothing I’ve learned,
‘less yer lookin’ for advice on gettin’ cheated, kicked, and spurned.

And I can’t rightly tell ya ‘bout turning away from sin.
You see, even my hard lessons are still hardly sinking in.

You think ya know your every self through and through and through,
then you standing there a-asking “What the hell’d I just do?”

So I ain’t gonna bore you with where all I been.
I got up from bed this morning, and soon I’m going back again.

       But it ain’t so bad knocking these bones around
       this swirly pearl racing through space.
       It’s my only chance, so I don’t get down,
       though I still dream about her face. 

If only one lesson I could give you, boy,
guess it’s hold on to your dollars and become self-employed.

I ain’t never had a pocket without the bottom torn free. 
Yeah, this world has seen my money a whole lot more’n me.

So if you want good advice, just let out down the road.
Pester a fat possum, poke a horny toad.

Leave me to my cheer, wontcha leave me to my wine.
Leave yourself a chance to better use your time.

The thing about life, young gun, is no one’s keeping score.
There’s one to let you in and one more to throw you the out the door.

       But it ain’t so bad knocking these bones around.
       Complaining is a weak man’s choice. 
       The sun’s as high as the world is round,
       and I still dream about her voice.

There’s nothing left for you ‘cept to leave me alone—
and I ain’t just by myself, my son, I’m alone to the bone.

I’m done within and played all out,  and all that’s left is me.
So much for my wisdom.  You can have it all for free.

Just write yer mama once in a while, and don’t crap where ya eat.
And when you’re tired, boy, go on and put on up your feet.

See, people have been people for a very long time.
Each one has an angle, and each one has some time.

If I could make sense of it, boy, you would hardly know.
Not that it’d matter much, each of us will go.

       But it ain’t so bad knocking these bones around.
       You can only do but so much.
       Out of all the roads, and all the towns,
       what I still dream of is her touch.

       No, it ain’t so bad knocking these bones around
       this swirly pearl racing through space.
       It’s my only chance, so I don’t get down,
       though I still dream about her face.

Knocking these Bones Around

Knocking These Bones Around

Just a silly little thing I recorded with my Boss eBand JS-10

Pompa's Cha - Cha

Recorded using my looper pedal linearly again.  Just layered everything.  
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The morning robin will call our names.
His song this time will lack a refrain.

Oh, give me one reason we can’t stay here.
I know, I know. It’s simple as a tear.

So show me one, and I’ll show you all mine.
They run outta me lately all of the time.
Show me one to make it clear.
Just give me one—oh, one simple tear.

Looks like our last last time alone
is when your eyes decide to dry up to the bone.

Let’s forget that ol’ world—they’ll forget us in a year.
Forgot we can’t. You told me: it’s simple as a tear.

Cry me one now, or I’ll cry for all time.
Just one little one will make it fine.
Bawling by myself is my biggest fear,
so can’t you cry me one simple tear?

It’s best that it’s over.
I guess it’s true.
But what tears at my heart is
seeing no tears from you.

I ain’t asking for a river or ocean blue,
just one simple tear, honey, out of you.

Ain’t daring you to drown your daddy dead.
I want one simple tear outta your head.

Don’t need no flood falling out the sky.
Just one simple tear, baby, from your eye.

I’ve seen you sulk. I’ve found your frown. 
But not one simple tear’s rolling down.

Oh baby, baby, show your love right here.
Just shed me one simple tear.

Just shed me one, baby.

One simple tear. 

Just shed me one, baby

One simple tear.

Uh, one simple tear.

One simple tear. 

Just one . . .

Sukh Rakhi Baba Naanka [Single]

One Simple Tear

Troubled by Johnny Mac

Original blues number from 2013. Recorded in my living room on voice memos on my iPhone. Maybe one day I'll record a proper version,  Neil Day

Shot My Guitar

This is the 11 installment of the Loop Dump CDs/pretend albums I have been making.  More tracks of this sort on the RadfordSessionsAndBeyond Soundcloud page.  The idea is composing loops that don't sound like loops.  All songs played on guitar with my pedalboard ending in an EHX 720 Looper.  I offload, or record, the the loops on my digital recorder (Yamaha AW16G).  That's the dump--to get them off my looper to free space for the next excursion. Yippee.

Knocking These Bones Around

Neil Day

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