A song for my adopted niece, Katherine, who gave me this melody one day and insisted I commit it to tape.

Colorized

One of those three-hour exercises in which my friends sent me phrases, keys, tempos and stuff and I created a song from them.  This one is particularly sex-driven for some reason...

Silk Stockings

Simple ditty.  Vincent Truman plays three ukuleles, bass and percussion.

Every Look Is A Love Song

An improvised piece with suggestions of chords and lyrics by various Facebook friends.  Instruments: piano (lead and supporting), bass, guitar, synth horns, percussion, looped drums, four vocals.

Alan Rickman

Katherine Parker was an incredible, natural talent. She passed suddenly in 2020. She and I attempted to do a jokey version of Baby It's Cold Outside, but it didn't quite work. Recently, I discovered the takes she sent me of her part, and I thought it would be nice to simply support her with guitars, percussion and a little production.

Cold Outside 2022

An improvisational three-hour tune about autumn, with lyrics contributed by friends on Facebook.  Recorded, written, mixed and uploaded in three hours on 9/30/2015.  Instruments: percussion, drums, bass, electric guitar, two acoustic guitars, various vocals, silly sounds.

Pumpkin Spice Everything (Song For Autumn)

A three-hour improvisation, based on words/phrases/ideas provided by friends on Facebook.  Twisted bastards, all.  Instruments: guitar/dulcimer/various vocals.

Christmas Carols 2015

A 3-hour tune with lyrics by Facebook friends. Their lyrics drove the direction(s) of the tune.  So there. Instruments: french horn, bass, lead guitar, rhythm guitars, sound effects, two vocals. Recorded 730pm-10pm on January 20, 2016.

Make America Grate Again

A two-hour tune, written, recorded, mixed and uploaded in 120 minutes, based solely on suggestions from Facebook friends.  Instruments: acoustic guitars, bass, lead guitar, Dylanesque whine.

The world is turning while my ass in burning
And yet I'm so hungry
Pick my nose, slap my ass, I'll change your life when I cut the grass
I only feel the Bern when I pee.

The parts that you I love are in my freezer.

The shower is broke so let's eat cake (no!)
I can't never do lyrics so please don't rob me
John's trying to steal the show of the refrigerator glow
Were those quaaludes in my pudding, Mr. Cosby?

The parts of you I love are in my freezer.

If you want to laugh or cry, just let your feelings roll on by
Blow them down the road like ripped up receipts
From a night of debauchery.

The late Princess Grace working with Shelly H
I do have a warped mind hee hee
The exhaustion in my limbs are ant farm patterns on my skin
It's hard to tell the difference to me.

The parts of you I love are in  the freezer.

The Parts Of You I Love (In the Key of Dylan)

A two-hour song challenge on May 31, 2016 in which my FB friends threw at me all types of phrases, thoughts, words and exclamations and I wrote and recorded this song to fit them.  Instruments: four ukes, leg slapping, finger snapping, live drum programming, a lead vocal and a lower octave backing vocal.  Any similarity between this and a regular song is purely coincidental.

Happy Like Pompeii

A two-hour improvisation created between 730pm and 930pm on Friday, September 6, 2019. Instruments: three electric guitars, acoustic guitar, percussion, bass, drums.  Lyrics by Facebook friends.  

Its weird.

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I Will Love You Til The End (Even if You Fart)

A song composed in two hours based on suggestions/comments from Facebook friends.

Alone Together

Improvised songs created with a 2- or 3-hour deadline by Chicago writer Vincent Truman. Truman is an accomplished playwright, actor, director but not, by any means, an accomplished musician. 

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