Camp Fire Acoustic (Post Your Stuff)

Well, regardless of any hiatus, you're no slouch! I can play a little bit but I've never been very competent, at least when it comes to singing and playing simultaneously. There's like this barrier in my brain that just stops it from happening.

That said, there's an upright at the sailing club and I think it's calling out for me to have a go.

 

Whoops, I drowned a cat there at the end. Ah well, that's what campfires are for.

 

I never gave props for this one. Major Broadway vibes here - like, phantom of the opera type, proper storytelling stuff. Onya

Thanks for the good vibes on my Katy Perry cover.

 

disclaimer: cheese factor coming in hot!

Another sleepless night, finding myself playing those forlorn love songs. It's not lost on me how unfair that is to my Missus. It's ten years together this year, and yeah, we've gone through some shit recently. But I am still so head over bloody heels for that woman. I came across an old journal recently, from 2011. And I'm vibing right now on this shameless little excerpt I wrote in July of that year, before we'd even hooked up:

I think about her and I smile and I swoon and all the world’s alright. When we dance and she puts her hand on the back of my neck, it’s electric. And when she laughs and gives me that cheeky little wink, I struggle to not grin like an idiot. She’s pretty in a league that I know is way out of mine, but we get along so well. It’s the accent. Those gorgeous eyes. That energy. And I’m diggin’ this girl.

God, how cheesy. But I still feel the same way. So, here's a smitten song I wrote a long time ago for that blonde bombshell. I think I wrote it the same night I'd dropped her off at the airport, on her way home for Christmas.



I accidentally cut off the "Anyway, back to sad broken hearted songs next time, I promise" from the end.

 

I'm quite self-aware of just how weird of a headspace I'm in tonight. Few things make that more clear to me than just how nostalgic I am at any given time. Like, the more wistful and pensive, the closer I'm getting to the edge. I s'pose it's a win to know oneself in that way.

Anyway, as a product of that, here's an oldie, recorded anew. It was part of this extremely lo-fi, solo endeavour I took on about 7 years ago. I guess we could call it an EP, though I feel that title should be reserved for content actually worth releasing.

 

Here's the original, in case anyone wants to know why the rendition above sounds the way it does.



And, oh dear, here's the caption I gave it at the time



edit: on actual listen, that solo at 3:05 was pretty groovy. toot toot, well played Young Toasty.

 

It's not so much "showing" her my music, but force feeding it directly into her eardrums. The tunes can strike any minute of any hour of any day. There is no escape. Especially when it's the middle of the night and I can't sleep.

She's a good wife. Reckon I'll keep her.