“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

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“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.

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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.

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“Coyote’s Song” Daily 9 of 30

Inspired by Matt Chicorel’s sketch notebook exercise he calls “daily,” I have decided to make an effort to record a song and upload it everyday for the next 30 days. These are demo songs. Most often they have not been played all the way through before recording them, and the songs you hear are far from a complete version. All recordings are originals and there will be no mixing or effects used in post production in an effort to exercise my style of play and song writing. No more than 3 tracks will be used in recording. All songs are available for download. Thanks for tuning in to my daily sketch book of music

I’ve been talking about spirit animals with a good friend lately, she asked me what mine was. I told her it was something I’d like to learn through divination in a spirit quest in the wilderness. I never felt a particular affinity to a specific animal as a guide, but I can relate to the Coyote as told through Native American folklore. So much in fact that I often consider a new rock n roll persona based on Coyote, the fool. I read a very large book this summer about Native folklore, it gave me several song ideas that I never wrote down or played, they were just in my head. The Coyote is a common deity, though it should be noted that the way the animal is perceived is both spirit and body, so when we speak of animals, we mean they way they are in the wild and the spirit lore associated with them- it is a not A coyote, it is the spirit of Coyote that embodies A coyote. In these stories from countless tribes, Coyote (which sounds very similar to my name, say it out loud- Kyle D – Coyote, except in the south where I first learned to pronounce my name – if you were to say it out loud there it has one syllable where it sounds exactly like “Cow,” rhyming with “Howdy” -like “Howdy cow d” would be a nice way to say hello to me.) is the forest’s mischievous idiot.
He loves to sing but knows his voice isn’t as good as Wolf’s. He is cunning and smooth and lazy, though it seems the only times he uses his wit is to get out of trouble. He is constantly jeopardizing his role, though he remains loyal, but seemingly only to take advantage. He is not afraid to travel on exotic adventures alone where other animals travel in packs. Coyote loves challenging nature, then bragging about his exploits trying to impress girls, and his stories end with the moral of “don’t do what coyote did cause he is a damn fool.” The curse of coyote is to be a lonely wanderer, always hungry and never satisfied, and above all just wants to have fun. He puts the humor in the dry world of the gods at his own expense and eventually learns and laughs. Maybe coyote is my spirit animal…
This song was half-written in late summer, I wanted to play it at a show at Lovemoms but abandoned writing it due to an injury preventing me from playing guitar. I almost forgot it entirely because I never made notes, but I had a dream last night and remembered, (funny, the coyote is the spirit animal connecting humans to the dream world) and re-wrote it today. It is based on 2 stories in the book “How Coyoyte Put The Stars In The Sky” and “Coyote and Badger Play for Wives,” The former tells that coyote, with 3 wolves, 2 young and one wise, went up to the sky. Coyote figured they could shoot arrows at the sky and used them as a ladder to reach it. When the wolves saw Bear, they wanted to play, coyote retreated. The wolves and bear remained, thus the big dipper. Coyote happy with what he saw decided to make many more constellations to gaze upon in the night, and took credit among the animals for placing these stars.
The latter story (Tewa tribe) talks about foolish bet coyote makes with his rabbit hunting partner- Badger – to see who can catch more rabbits, the winner gets to sleep with the other’s wife. The link above tells the story as I first heard it, a cute story that ends with with a lesson, but censors the part describing the agony of Coyote’s wife from Badger’s “drill shaped penis” once he wins and makes love to Coyote’s wife all night long. (I remember that clearly and thinking, “What? Why did that story have to say that?”)
If you are interested, there are some great ones. The way native lore stories are told has a pattern, they just kind of jump around. They lack clarity and details and particularly the scientific lobe that a westerner needs to make a tale make sense. To me, that is what makes them so interesting. The characters in the story just react and move with out logic and therefor it gives it a very spiritual touch that you need a certain amount of faith to truly appreciate. These stories take nature and the universe and describe them as they are, with out quantifying them or breaking them down.

That is White Faces practice below me
Coyote’s Song by kyle_d

Come now creatures, gather ’round,
you may have wondered why
you see stars up in the sky-
well, I can say I put them there
look, there is wolf, there is bear
now what will you give to me

I can dance with stars
i can dance all night

Run in dreams
I can run in dreams

I’m coyote, one with the setting sun
How whooooooooooo!

Come near badger, we should play
a friendly wager on this day
to see who gets more prey-
If I win I get your wife
and if you win, then you get mine
but only for one night.

“Coyote dance with a star”
“Coyote fights a pitch”
“coyote steals sun’s tobacco”
“Coyote imitates his friends”

“How the milky way came to be”
Like I said, I have a bunch of half ideas for songs based on Native lore – spirit animals, the origin of things according to Indians, so on… One point of this exercise is to benifit my solo album that I want to record for my 30th birthday in less than 3 months. This is kind of like an on-going brainstorm to reach a concept, and this topic is like a geyser of inspiration. I’ll probably think about this song more and re-write it in the future, I just wanted to get the basics out today for the sake of my streak.

more on coyote and images above

http://members.cox.net/academia/coyote.html

http://rantopotamus47.blogspot.com/2010/05/coyote.html

and a good non-fiction read

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“Voice mail” daily 7 of 30

Inspired by Matt Chicorel’s sketch notebook exercise he calls “daily,” I have decided to make an effort to record a song and upload it everyday for the next 30 days. These are demo songs. Most often they have not been played all the way through before recording them, and the songs you hear are far from a complete version. All recordings are originals and there will be no mixing or effects used in post production in an effort to exercise my style of play and song writing. No more than 3 tracks will be used in recording. All songs are available for download. Thanks for tuning in to my daily sketch book of music

Voicemail by baseballbeermusic

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“Blind Farmer Girl” Daily 6 of 30

Inspired by Matt Chicorel’s sketch notebook exercise he calls “daily,” I have decided to make an effort to record a song and upload it everyday for the next 30 days. These are demo songs. Most often they have not been played all the way through before recording them, and the songs you hear are far from a complete version. All recordings are originals and there will be no mixing or effects used in post production in an effort to exercise my style of play and song writing. No more than 3 tracks will be used in recording. All songs are available for download. Thanks for tuning in to my daily sketch book of music

this one…wrote, sung, recorded this with my morning coffee saturday, you can tell by my voice- a studio trick I picked up while recording firefly blues with the Midwest Bear’s latest session.

I believe in past lives, I believe the people we know were connected with us in other lives. I feel it very strongly in some folks too.

Blind farmer girl by baseballbeermusic

You don’t remember me
from a few life times ago
I was sister you my younger brother
quit actin’ like you don’t remember

I had a fever, momma had it too
you wiped my brow and held my hand
told about the stars and they shine
quit acting like you don’t remember – me

the smell of the morning dew
means another night I made it through
You brought me pouridge with warm honey
quit acting like you don’t remember

The day i died, you were right by my side
you said we’d meet again, that you loved me one more time
i slept in peace, and here we are again
quit actin like you don’t remember – me

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“Oris Orbicularis Theme” daily song 3 of 30

Inspired by Matt Chicorel’s sketch notebook exercise he calls “daily,” I have decided to make an effort to record a song and upload it everyday for the next 30 days. These are demo songs. Most often they have not been played all the way through before recording them, and the songs you hear are far from a complete version. All recordings are originals and there will be no mixing or effects used in post production in an effort to exercise my style of play and song writing. No more than 3 tracks will be used in recording. All songs are available for download. Thanks for tuning in to my daily sketch book of music
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Up late cramming for that big maxilo-facial anatomy final? Having trouble remembering the group of muscles that contract the lips making it possible to whistle, play brass instruments, say “whooo,” eat spaghetti and most of all – puckering up for that sweet first kiss from the biology professer? Well take it from the expert in those feilds, me. I wrote a little diddy to help you remember and score that A+.
Oris obicularis by baseballbeermusic

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