I write songs. Sometimes I agonize for hours over whether to use the word "but," "or" or "and." The songs almost never come out fully formed. I obsess and I revise, then obsess and revise some more. I record my songs in a house in the garden state of New
Jersey. I use a piano (yes, a real piano) and real acoustic guitars and real drums. I sing. Mostly I would die in utter shame if anyone heard me wailing like a monkey, which is why I wait until the wee hours of the night to do my work. When people listen to my music they say it reminds them a little bit of Wilco a wee bit Elliott Smith. I think my harmonies must have been stolen from Lola Versus Powerman era Kinks, but who really knows?
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