Unlearny on 12/23/2017 at 08:22AM
this is really u can unlearn guitar liv and unfilt.
i have a building that I live in and own ... it is in chicago, birthplace of the blues because it historically and currently sucks to be black here, as bad as the other home of the blues, Mississippi. We had a black mayor once upon a time, but Daley had him killed, most likely. Chicago is also the birthplace of House music, because chicagoans are mostly shut ins. Dealing with the cowork/hangout joint on the first floor, and the violation ripe exterior of the building has taken up some time. Also the financial institution that wonders about renewing my loan is also disturbing once every 5 years or so. That hurdle has been overcome, see u in 2023.
Between those two central issues, my musical output has been crippled.
I’m working on a new bunch of songs all singer songwriter type stuff. You know, songs about STAYING FIT, THE SIMULTANEITY OF THE WILD WEST / INDUSTRIAL REVOLUTION. Karl Marx’s CAPITAL, if you believe in an aryan race then your grasp of genetics is extremely poor. I think one is about how the nuclear family structure is the origin of all terrorism. But it’s catchy, hit-oriented, danceable, and not “too smart“ don’t fret.
Teens will be able to use 60% of the songs titles as themes for their school dances.
Unlearny on 11/10/2010 at 07:44PM
Back in the day, U Can Unlearn Guitar released a limited CDR called "Yelpco recording presents: Masters of Free Klassical UCUG"
or something like that. It was a lot of noise improve, organ bondage, Classical Guitar tomfoolery; cats playing the piano, electrical tape on vinyl strings, kid's stuff basically.
Now I am working on a new Free Klassical Album, written and performed on piano. Sort of like Nondor Nevai's universally loved and admired "Wooden Machine Music" only written and performed by me, not Nondor, so... probably not as good. But still.
I have about 4 songs in the can so far. The can has never been happier.
Once completed or even 1/3 completed, expect to see updates here.
Yes there will also be songs about monkeys, okay!? jesuz.
doncbruital on 02/16/2010 at 02:07PM
The realm of home recording may be a pretty righteous place, full of patron saints and young apostles and the whole liturgical bit, but it's no dour zone of straight-faced worship; in other words, no dress code in this cathedral, no way--home recording is really more of this paradise of impish subversion, where the boring mainstream is reliably mocked, slandered, and taken to task. Using tried-and-true guerilla methods, the underground can really make a go of winning the hearts and minds of the listening population, and though alright, the mainstream may occasionally push back, these losing-battle efforts usually look sort of dumb. Of course there's no doing away with home recording--it's the advancing industry's pace-keeping mischievous twin: for every Garageband, there's a Garbageland, and U CAN UNLEARN GUITAR, satirist saint in the ever-growing pantheon, will have the last laugh.
UCUG began life as the shadow project of a four-track band (called, yeah, U Can Learn Guitar) which harnessed guitar, turntables, and the Suzuki QChord's bank of corporation-imposed sounds and samples in an effort to explore with hyperbolic bravado the straight-faced world of overblown music. Before long the push to Unlearn subsumed its twin impulse, and Garageband and other feature-rich DIY enablers found their way into the project's anti-aesthetic maw. Using these and other tools of the master, UCUG's library of noisy subversion grew--and found a handily righteous partner in communicating its message, namely this here Free Music Archive. Indeed, the album Garbageland is, by ringleader Andrew Unlearny's admission, a direct result of the FMA's existence, it having placed instant feedback from the sacred underground within easy reach.
So light your candles or get down with a sacrifice or affect whatever mechanisms of worship you deem appropriate; there are, after all, 59 U Can Unlearn Guitar tracks up at the FMA, and such a gift deserves some thanks. Below you'll find the tiniest of samplings; the songwriterly and elegiac "High for the Hogs," the lifealteringly NSFW touring-blues anthem "58 Days on the Road" and the epic Garbageland manifesto "Newest Zong, BuhBuhBaybeee." I'd urge you, reader, not to stop here, but I'm certain you won't, not once you've heard the good news. The gospel of home recording's here to counter that industry spiel--unlearn it, brother, and preach on.