Recorded over the course of 8 months in the garage of their southern Californian home, Big Dog is the culmination of many nights of laughter, catharsis, and effort. A full length album was never intended when the group started recording in late October 2022, it was just a few friends seeing what they could make with the restrictions of a modest budget of gear and the acoustics of a garage filled with memorabilia. On the first night of recording, Supertrick, the first single of the album, was created, and the playful and unique dynamic of Erik Methot, Cameron Zirbel, and newly joined Ben Schulze’s songwriting was realized. Motivated by the immediate ease of creation, a full length LP quickly began to take shape, into whatever beautiful, amorphous blob Big Dog has become. Slowly oozing with personality and blends of music pulled from the conscious and subconscious of the group’s musical inspirations, something truly unique begins to take shape.

Oblivion

Light In The Morning

Bristol Bay

Viewport

Workaday

Ghost Tide

Fenderbender

Pilot

Onyx

Rosa

MT - 70

Who Are Ya

Green Green Green

Believe Her

Supertrick

Look

Believe me, I've been cut to pieces from the cloth we left outside
In the rain, I've been folded neatly, catching pieces of that life
I was told, a lonely heart would never not unfold, I was told

You need to tip toe, she's walking through the door
A second chance shouldn't keep you from growing old
Tip toe around the room, you know
One step, you break it and there she goes

And only think of you
We'll be together soon

Monday, you're feeling okay
Tuesday, you break away
It's time to take her out the light and let it slip away
I know what you've gone through, step into my shoes
Left up, tied shut, I'm stuck, you're not what you thought I was

Cut To Pieces

You think the stars are still singing?
Oh, how I missed it by a mile
I wish they'd sing to me and just me
Oh, it'll never happen twice
And Daisy plays me
A puppeteer tying me strung out, I'm a suckers equal
I showed up early
Oh, fucking shit, that stung

You burn out, burned up
Now the stars gots no ones to sing to
How you gonna make it, gonna take it, when I burn out too?
The back seats empty
No one inside except the driver who can't pull the trigger
You sit and bait me
Oh, fucking shit, that stung

And so, it goes, he says alone
Couldn't bum change for the phone
Was dialing and feeling tired
Pushing your buttons, they're clicking harder
Just forget it, to linger never
Making the difference

Stung

Some friends recording music out of their garage.

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