Jenny Goes To Law School

Here's a jam we recorded in my living room for the live music streaming company, Jive, which you can check out here: https://jive.live/nishthefish

This is an hour of improv and grooves. There's a lilting flute throughout all of it!
(If you want a sample of what goes on, I suggest playing it from 55.00 onwards: that outro jam is a condensed version of the entire hour!) 

PS: At 54 minutes, Clay the Bae does a beautiful rendition of "All of Me"!

Featuring: 

Gina Kodel on Flute 
Clay the Bae on Drums

My guitar sound is a very raw strat coming out of a Marshall 100W processed with the Boss Chorus Pedal and the DS-1 Distortion, and occasionally, much to your chagrin, the AW-3 Dynamic Wah. 

Recorded from under a blanket on an iPhone placed on the other side of the room.

Jive Live Set

Some dark here and there sketches with a full sounding drum loop and a heart full of pain. Recorded around the sundering of the band, I think there will be foreshadowing.

Los Of Fallen Angeles, Thou Art My Mistress

"If Aliens Exist, Do You Think They'd Like Me?"

Brain Soup

Patience And Grace

Heat And Light Etc.

This is not a song. There was a big storm outside one night and I sat in the living room with my Fender strat and just enjoyed all the clean whammy bar sounds that were coming out the Marshall amps and bouncing around the living room. My roommate Danny and I have a conversation while I slosh around half-melodies and rejoice in the delight of making music. This is not a song.

Lightning Storm

The Ascended Masters

Anam Cara is the Gaelic phrase for "Soul Friend." This a song for Soul Friends, inspired by a Soul Friend.

A Friendship Blessing:

May you be blessed with good friends.
May you learn to be a good friend to yourself.
May you be able to journey to that place in your soul where
there is great love, warmth, feeling, and forgiveness.
May this change you.
May it transfigure that which is negative, distant, or cold in you.
May you be brought in to the real passion, kinship, and affinity of belonging.
May you treasure your friends.
May you be good to them and may you be there for them;
may they bring you all the blessing, challenges, truth,
and light that you need for your journey.
May you never be isolated.
May you always be in the gentle nest of belonging with your anam ċara.

From John O'Donohue, who I love.

Anam Cara

LYRICS:

I think my living room is haunted
In fact I'm pretty sure
Maybe that's just the Lizard People
With their lizard allure
Flash your tongue in the air
To tell the temperature 
Maybe pull up a chair
We'll get along for sure 

I am making friends with the Lizard People again
It's time to make amends for the Lizard People again
I am making friends with the Lizard People again
Before the world ends we should all do this again 

Maybe I should file for a patent 
For my chemical trail 
There is fluoride in the water
That's why you're so pale
And you shouldn't take to Alexa 
The government is listening 

Should I go get the Bible
To talk about original sin? 
Keep it down though
The government is listening 

Note: At the very end of the song, the lines are just pulled from random from four different books: The Frank Zappa autobiography, Carl G. Jung's 'Man and his Symbols', the Rig Veda and a biography about the Merlin I found at a metaphysical store in Westwood.

Special thanks to the Lizard People and Hannah C Stephens (A Lizard Person) for her vocal contributions and also the original inspiration for this song.

The Lizard People

On a dark night, 
Kindled in love with yearnings–oh, happy chance!–
I went forth without being observed, 
My house being now at rest.

In darkness and secure, 
By the secret ladder, disguised–oh, happy chance!–
In darkness and in concealment, 
My house being now at rest.

In the happy night, 
In secret, when none saw me,
Nor I beheld aught, 
Without light or guide, save that which burned in my 
heart.

This light guided me 
More surely than the light of noonday
To the place where he (well I knew who!) was awaiting me–
A place where none appeared.

Oh, night that guided me, 
Oh, night more lovely than the dawn,
Oh, night that joined Beloved with lover, 
Lover transformed in the Beloved!

Upon my flowery breast, 
Kept wholly for himself alone,
There he stayed sleeping, and I caressed him, 
And the fanning of the cedars made a breeze.

The breeze blew from the turret 
As I parted his locks;
With his gentle hand he wounded my neck 
And caused all my senses to be suspended.

I remained, lost in oblivion; 
My face I reclined on the Beloved.
All ceased and I abandoned myself, 
Leaving my cares forgotten among the lilies.

St John Of The Cross

Corpus Christi

I'm trying to make my guitar sound like a T-rex chewing cars. A little bit Spookshow, a little bit Flowerchild. A merman I should turn to be.

Nish the Fish

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