Ah, the first song of 2011. A very happy new year to all of our followers.
What can we expect in the coming year? New music? Most certainly. Shows? Looks like it. A new arrangement in which we expand to become a ten piece band with horn players and multiple vocalists and we add something to our name to reflect the change (such as "The Theory of Funkativity and The Eccentric Sidekicks") but the band splits up because of internal bickering and Kyle and Michael end up in one group while Sean and Pat stick with the other? No. All of that sounds terrible.
By Sean
such grandeur, such grandeur.
reminds me o' the times when we had to rewind tapes.
back when we had clearer minds.
back when we were kind.
"The Music That Mother Picked"
by The Theory of Funkativity
Verse:
Tight space between the lines
A lack of tenderness
Raise a hand to call a cab
Letters in your hand
Sitting on the fence
A vision, a vision
Of total emptiness
Left them all for dead
Let us all forget the music
That mother picked
A traitor in our ranks
Voices in our heads
Make us laugh, make us laugh
Make us laugh hysterically
Hysterically
Chorus:
The horror
The horror of it all
The horror
The horror of it all
The horror makes me wonder
What the hell I'm doing wrong
Verse:
Take a leap of faith
Ask for everything
There is nothing
Out of reach
Beg until you're pleased
Take it overseas
And see just how far
You can get
Right underneath your thumb on the
Tip of your tongue
How sad it is that you
You finally lost your touch
Still that remaining lot
The lucky bunch, oh so proud
To've finally made the cut
Chorus:
The horror
The horror of it all
The horror
The horror of it all
The horror makes me wonder
What the hell I'm doing wrong
Chorus:
The horror
The horror of it all
The horror
The horror of it all
The horror makes me wonder
What the hell I'm doing wrong
By Michael
"The Music That Mother Picked" has six featured instrumental entities: bass, drums, clean guitar, clanky distorted guitar, piano, and kinderklavier (toy piano). Though all of them are present in each major section of the song, they take turns trading off. Their interactions are decidedly human. Each has its own personality, its own way of interacting with the other individual instruments as well as with the group as a whole. I like observing the group dynamic as it develops.
By Michael
Back to my old friend, the SM57, on clean guitar. It's a tone that fits so well with the type of mixes I'm trying to craft these days. The 57 picks up the clunk of a guitar cab in such a compact way. There's no flab or boom... just a quick thud, and then on to the next note.
I've never had a ribbon mic in my arsenal. Never even had a chance to try one. Some day I wanted to give a Royer 121 a shot.
The kinderklavier was a breeze to work with in this song. It cuts through anything and takes up no space. I have a feeling this won't be the last of it.
