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New Song - "First Next"

I wrote this on a napkin in a casino lounge in Las Vegas back in November.

Then I went back to my hotel room and fleshed it out with the travel guitar.

Then I drove around on Facebook live and sang harmonies over it for a while.

...and then it sat.. and sat.. and sat...

I hired two different producers to work on it and it was coming out all wrong.

Every which way I tried to produce it was a mess.

This thing happens where producers hear my voice and they want it low and slow. Always slowing down the tempo, it must be a sad song with that deep voice. I'm like, "no, this is practically a showtune that should be upbeat!" so they speed up the tempo and it still sounds bad. It's frustrating.

I saw an interview with musical prodigy Lindsey Jordan (aka Snail Mail) the other day where she talked about a trick she pulled on one of her songs to keep it sounding more interesting.

So last night I opened a new Garageband window and thought I would try again, but it still sucked.

I went to bed discouraged about it as usual.

This morning while waiting for my waffles in the toaster I had an idea. I had the drums replaced with an electric bass playing the drumline, then I applied the Snail Mail trick. Viola! Finally it sounded right.

My production is amateurish but the song finally sounds like it should. 

You can hear it here for now, and I'll get it pushed out to all the normal services ASAP.


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