I chipped one of my front teeth recording the jaw harp on “Are Your Parents Still Together?” The tooth is still broken and will almost certainly remain so.Gospel music has forever been known for its great voices and that continues today as Gospel continues to increase its appeal around the world. “Reinheitsgebot” is the name of a 500-year-old German law mandating that beer be made only from barley, hops, yeast and water. Regarding “Automobile,” I really do have a little Honda, and it’s paid for, and it has four doors. (“So long as you stay a gamophobe, these hips are in escrow,” sings my lover, vowing to withhold her body until I marry her.)
“Gamophobia” includes what must be the first use of the term “in escrow” in recorded music. “I Miss The Shit Out Of You” makes reference to the delicacy known as the boiled peanut, one of the few things that makes me proud to be from The South. I played everything except for the drum set. When I say “recorded,” I mean that I stuck a microphone in front of whatever I was playing. I recorded the album myself, mostly in my apartment. They agreed to sing them with me, and I’m still wondering whether the universe is playing a trick on me. I sent each the song I had in mind for her or him. As for the others, I employed the sleuthing skills honed during my days as a reporter to find their e-mail addresses. Songs were then written in my apartment, in the kitchen, usually with a five-gallon batch of beer brewing on the stove, or while waiting for pasta water to boil (always put in a fistful of salt, and for God’s sake, no oil).
#Gospel sounds duet full
My personal record for the half-marathon is 1:33:13 I’m running a full marathon this December. Song ideas mostly came during the deliruim of my two-hour, many-mile runs around Jacksonville. I thought this was so brilliant that I purposefully wrote a few more duets, and that’s the EP. I had a couple of duets laying around, and one day I thought of the spelling “duettes” (to connote short, small-sounding, detail-oriented songs). I started writing and singing my own songs a few years ago. Growing up, music in my house was mostly limited to gospel, though I’d occasionally overhear my father’s Jimmy Buffett cassettes, to which I now attribute any early idea I had of the nature of The Pop Song. I’m “the new indie bass gold standard,” according to the US Associated Press.
Graduated from university with a degree in journalism, worked for several years as an award-winning staff reporter for alt-weekly paper in Jacksonville. Grew up in the Southern Baptist church, which is every bit as bad as it sounds. I hear you finally found your sound second-handĬurrently live in my hometown of Jacksonville, Florida, which isn’t quite as bad as it sounds. Well, without you the miles seem twice as long Next year I’m trying to qualify for Boston It’s a shame I never got to fix you a bowlīut maybe sometime later - you never know With okra, celery, peppers, quote-sausage-quote I’d pour you a pint if you were still here Take us to the forest, to the mountains, to the bay To another year, another month, another day If you can’t see my tears, I can’t see youĭarling, don’t you call it a car - call it an automobile Let’s take a little trip, but not by rail and not by sailīlind spots are on our hearts - let’s get a better view
So let’s take a little trip, over hill and over dale Lover, it’s as if our love could use a stiff cocktail Lover, our love notes have fallen off the major scale Take me to the forest, to the mountains, to the bay That’s when I don’t call it a car - I call it an automobile Most times it’s just a way to get from A to B Two doors is too few doors, two more doors makes for four doors He’s got a little Honda, it ain’t much but it’s paid for I’ve got a little Honda, it ain’t much but it’s paid for
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