silly putty

White Houses

Zoe on vox
Me on piano
Boogs on guitar

Vanessa Carlton’s The Wreckage

Ode to Opus 39 (The Result Of A Spitting Image Spitting In Your Face) One take, half improv. No apologies this time.

And again

Here’s this

This Is Redundant

I can’t compose apologies but I guess I can always try.
Please note this isn’t complete. It’s what I’m working on. 

I merged both of them into one file. It’s nothing new, it’s just two songs compiled for your pleasure.
“…If You’re A Bird, I’m A Bird” Pts 1 and 2 - Me!

I feel a part three waiting to be written

Fall Out Boy’s Yule Shoot Your Eye Out; Piano by me. Bah Humbug.

Merry late Christmas.

Joyce Manor’s Constant Headache. Of course, it’s a piano by me. Yeah. Sorry.

Title Fight Medley Improv.

I was just messing around. Yeah.

You Can’t Say Kingston Doesn’t Love You - Title Fight

You can kind of hear me hitting the keys in a few parts. Sorry. Ah.

“I don’t see anybody else and I don’t need anybody else”

This is a rough demo of what I’ve started within the past half hour. 

It’s really really sketchy, but it’s a start, and my intro is really cool.

Kids (cover) - MGMT

I’m A Star…Fish - Me

I don’t know what I’m running from
I know the name’s at the tip of my tongue
I don’t want to taste it
No
Not anymore

You’d think that I’d have caught on by now 
 But my pride’s a shame, and I don’t know how
It’s just what
what I make of it, yeah


I know I can’t face it.
That’s why I cry
But mostly it’s just me killing myself inside
But who’s to blame but myself again?
And it’s something I fear to change within
I guess that’s out of my control


Days go by, I feel lost again
I’ve lost tack of time, days on end
It’s time well, well, time well wasted

Maybe I’ll speak up. 
God knows I’ll try
Nothing’s changed and it’s a wonder
I haven’t died yet 

If You Call This a Scale I Don’t Trust Your Judgement - Me

Half composition, half improv. Work in progress, what’s up.