This is the Place I Call Home

Album Art found in European Little Cars, On Stereos, In Trashcans

Here is the cd that the Midwest Beat sold in Europe for 5 Euros.
There were 50 made, each hand painted by yours truly, drawn by him also, and graphic layout by Chop graphics ink.
Some left maybe? I want one!

I talk too much, I don’t talk enough

Sorry fans, gonna shut this down.  And my website k-dentfanclub.org

I appreciate your support of my creative endeavors and only do these things to share an expression I view as a humble gift to all mankind.  I don’t like to sell music, I don’t like to hawk it or promote it, I feel weird about pushing it or doing anything that would steal my songs precious lil’ souls- but I love to share what I have.  I kept some songs up on this site that I enjoyed writing for whatever reason.  Since my daily song writing project through the month of november I have been recording more music for mini-tapes.  They would like a good home in your ears.  If you are local you may see them as I’m am always carrying a cassette in my pocket in case someone asks, if not I can send them to ya.  Right now I’ve been in the middle of a story telling project where I combine old folk tales with a k dent spin and put them to guitar – they are told as story but have hooks and melody in song to add the element that is “story telling.”  The plan is to record them in strange places, documenting outdoors adventures in the sounds of the settings.  I’m really excited about this project, but for me to be successful in my mind will involve a shift in thinking,my entire philosophy to a grass-roots style, nothin fancy or flashy like say, a blog, or a cd, or an electric guitar.  The goal in  mind is to tell them to my children someday, or at a scouts retreat, so they will stay fairly g-rated with some grown up winks.  I do need some help writing these stories and I’d love to have a venue to tell them.  Your help is welcome.

I’ll be signing off now.  I’d like to simply talk more about my projects in the future.  Thanks for stopping by and I hope your interest stays alive in my future work.

-kyle hayes denton-

wild creatures in the sand

There is a little island in North Carolina.  I ended up there mysteriously a decade ago on the beaches of Corolla much like the way the decendants of the magnificant Spanish Mustang wild horses that inhabit this place did 500 years ago.  On a whim, without prior knowledge, just trying to get somewhere out of this crowded sea, trying to survive and live this God given life as best I can, don’t know where to go- hey, there.

Oh, whimsical manes huggin and kickin in the sand, as many hoof prints as stars, an island for lover’s free- I’ll be back to play quite soon.

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My earliest memory as a child was visiting the neighhhhbors horses and feeding them carrots.  There names were “Clip Clop” and “Mother.”  I asked my mom recently if I remembered this correctly, their names, their colors, etc…  – she said “You named them,” recalling my early reasoning “because you say, ‘one goes clip clop and the other one is the mother’.” – and my mother always makes an impression of me as a child with a very deep southern drawl coming from a high squeeky voice – “Maahhh- ma, I waaahnt to go feed clip clop and mother some carrrrets.”

humble gift to mankind- split cassette

Available today a very limited edition split cassette.  Packed with cheer!

White Faces  songs recorded this week at Sounds Ok studios.

Simpler Times songs written and recorded last night with a new band member Betsy.  We learned 3 songs in our first practice together and they are all on this tape.  My song was written a few hours before tracking, Betsy’s song is piping hot and fresh as well.  We recorded the whole session LIVE in a living room with one single well placed microphone and produced by our simple sounding genius Chopper.  My review is “cute and endearing and a good first practice.”

This might be the last release under the name “Simpler Times” as we might change our name, but you can still look forward to hearing our simple rhythm pop folk songs.

“Blue Tippecanoe” feat Hoosier Plains Blues Boys Cobra Koyote Hayes and Sloe Hand Slim

Chris wisdom: “If you’re feeling bad, feel good about singing about feeling bad.”
He calls me cobra, short for cobra kai, short for kyle. Imagine his voice answering a phone call with “COBRA!!!!!!” Ah man…
Blue Tippecanoe (Perennial) by kyle_d

Improv- “Low, way down dang ol dog gone blues” feat Maybe the dog

I am not a slide guitar player. Just like I never learned how to play the regular guitar all proper like. I teach myself… and when J-Man says “D minor 7 diminished” and that’s when I learn how to play a chrazy chord.
So a friday night ago I took my machine heads as they are called, the little things that tune a string of a guitar, well I took them and bent them this way and that until I felt I heard something in the sorts of an open tuning. I have no idea what the strings are tuned to in this song, I was just fooling around. Sounds in tune eh? I kept tuning around and made a few songs. here is one with this tuning.
Improv- low, way down low dang ol dog blues – featuring maybe the dog by kyle_d

“Guns Germs and Steel Blues”

I am not a slide guitar player. Just like I never learned how to play the guitar proper. I teach myself and when J-Man says “D minor 7 diminished” and that’s when I learn how to play a chrazy chord.
So a friday night ago I took my machine heads as they are called, the little things that tune a string of a guitar, well I took them and bent them this way and that until I felt I heard something in the sorts of an open tuning. I have no idea what the strings are tuned to in this song, I was just fooling around. Sounds in tune eh?
Guns Germs and Steel Blues by kyle_d

“good cake”

Wrote this one for Bethany, it was her birthday and I didn’t play her a song that shares her name. woke the next morning and this one fell out of my head and plopped all over the guitar. Sounds like a mess eh? It is, but I think she liked it. Or she said she did cause she is a really nice lady.
Good cake by kyle_d
I hope she was born in “1980-something” but I thought of ways to change the words if she was born in 79 or 78. You can’t just ask a nice lady that type of thing anyway, right Mom? Better to assume young for the sake of charm.

National Geographic Song Series

So…. So… It’s nerdy… don’t care. I get inspired by something and I want to re-tell the story in my own voice and music, I want to apply the way I feel about a topic and turn it into my own experience. This is my imagination, this is me living in the days of the Inca, and feeling the power of the Spanish. This is me fat and ugly and freezing and kicking a beachmaster Elephant Seal’s ass. Screw that guy. National Geographic brings out the best of my imagination. It has always touched me in those ways since I can remember being old enough to see.  Lately, since I live at a new house with a TV, (by the way – here is a cool statistic, I have written more songs in the 2 months I lived here than the entire time at my old digs, this environment is so much more conducive to writing and playing music, and that was the sole reason I moved in) and this new TV (new to me) has Netflix, and I just stay up late watching these Natty Geo Docs, making notes, dreaming about them, waking up early to write me a song and have some coffee before my day…Who woulda thought you could learn something from that stupid box? Also, who woulda thought it would be productive to cuddle up alone on a Friday night and watch a stupid box? Makin the most here at BHEH

I figure I’d just start making tapes or something and release these songs in a non-demo more complete format. I’ll put a demo up of this song soon, as it is recorded and complete

“Guns Germs and Steel Blues” lyrics
A wooly weird old white man,
Pot forehead, sword for a hand
looked so funny atop his beast,
that’s when the laughing ceased

He got all my gold and left me with these no good blues

Mosquitos Buzzin’ Buzzin’
A million billion dozen
can I get a moments peace
to tend my blonde sweety?

They sucked up my soul and left me with these no good blues

The new year of the dragon,
some bright eyed western wagon
crashed our parade
and stole all my fireworks

They gave ’em to some jerks and left me with these no good blues

(I swear, sometimes I don’t try to bring alliteration to my lyrics, cause I know it gets annoying.  They just come out that way.  I was only aware of the alliteration after I read these lyrics today when I typed them.  Sorry if that is so unpleasant, hear the song and you’ll be fine)

Great Migration pt 1 and 2 song(s) notes (i have yet to watch 3 and 4)
I wanna be an albatross, travel for years, one mate, family
I wanna kick a beach masters ass cause he is a jerk
Celestial forces tuning
magnetic core tuning
Sperm whales-
live, survive, play, swim, sexually awaken
“what’s you clickin ’bout momma?”
circle globe to get to the one- “I’ll swim the coldest waters for you”
Crabs of Christmas Island
“You never cuddle in this den” crab sounds like wooden spoons
“I’ll wait for you – Under a waning moon, when the tide is low, come back soon.”
I want to pet you flying red fox, I want to learn to fly the way you do.”
Penguin claw marks on rocks- metaphor for carving initials in a tree with lover.
4 G butterfly, so super fly, lets go to the moon and back
tender milkweed, metaphor, pick yr gf a pretty flower
“Kick a crocodile,” – wildebeest crossing river metaphor for gentleman laying his coat down on a puddle so the lady may cross.
Crazy ostrich show, like a ballet, like a mid migration entertainment, “Crazy ostrich”

I have a title theme to this series less than half written more of an idea and melody called “Yellow Magazine.”
I’ll have plenty of time in Indiana this week to complete all these. Stay tuned.