and so like music was like in my hair and twinkling eyes and like…


…wait, what?

anyway, i’ve finished fawm and the rpmchallenge, and so that is good.

you can either stream or download the songs at my fawm page

so i’ve decided to hold off a bit on releasing these as a whole album… i mean, some of these songs just don’t make the cut. i have a hard time imagining myself being in the room while someone listens to “‘white tea’ would be a really good rapper name” … i kind of hate myself for recording that particular song, but oh well, it counted, or something.

anyways, there are minor production issues that i wanna fix and plus, i’d like to revisit some older material… look for something new in march.

it was great motivation to write some new songs, so i’ll at least link directly to a couple of my favorite new songs (right-click to save the mp3 files):

that wasn’t cocaine after all
the opposite of optimism is not pessimism
i’m dead
let’s drink until our hearts stop



creating is just ok…


hey there pals!

as of February 14, I’ve completed half of the fawm.org challenge. Keep tabs on me at my fawm page.

i did manage to find time to create some fun artwork. I had a dream about this… just a yellow canvas with black hand-drawn, smeary circles. I don’t know what it means, but I’m so happy with it that i made a poster out of it. May the power of pants compel you… to, um… buy?… something? whatever.

it’s also notable that the first song I uploaded — “peace on earth” — was featured on the fawm podcast (#28, see the 4:20 mark),.

well, enough bragging… back to work!



what else can is be doing not are but thou?


here we go!

february is the month.
two challenges lie before me… the first is the rpmchallenge—where i’ll write 10 songs (or 35 minutes of music) in february.

the second project is fawm, a similar challenge that is focused on songwriting. 14 songs in february.

so, here comes at least 24 new songs… right in your face!

good stuff has already started to come to me.
mostly thanks to this:

thank you elmer t. lee!
you’re like the father that i never knew…
[now i'm sad :( ... ]



the tale of richard f. brunchly


richard f. brunchly was the son of a successful doctor in new york city, but spent his time philosophizing in downtown brooklyn bars.

“philosophizing,” mostly meant drinking grog and eating massive amounts of foods with fellow brooklynites of questionable character and taste… brunchly was lucky–his father didn’t mind him spending his weekly allowance on food and drink. it was after all, the roaring ’20’s, and a few dollars a week went a long way on flatbush avenue.

brunchly’s most beloved food of all was morning food–for which people of that time called “wakey bites.” his favorites were cured pork, eggs with hollandaise, sausages of all type, large fluffy pancakes drenched in mapled syrup. but brunchly could never seem to rise to the occasion. you see, wakey bites were served in the morning–before 11am, when our hero was likely still dozing off a hangover, or worse yet, still passed out drunk.

to resolve this, brunchly opened his own bar and restaurant in brooklyn. he payed only a few dollars a month to rent the dingiest space, in the dingiest neighborhood (red hook), and employed his shadiest and shiftiest friends to cook and serve.

the result was that each day, around 1 or 3 in the afternoon, large pots of coffee were served to whoever showed up with a hangover and a nickel. soon afterwards, bacon, eggs, pancakes, toast, and orange or vegetable juice flowed from the kitchen in large quantities. by late afternoon, the locals had crowded the place and were adding liberal amounts of vodka or champagne to their juice flagons…

the tradition took off and “the brunchly meal” was born.
not long after, the name was shortened to “brunch” and roustabouts and vagabonds all across the city were partaking in this new-fangled tradition. coincidentally, this made brunchly a millionaire.

shortly thereafter, more sensible types decided the meal should be broken up into morning and an afternoon divisions. thus, the terms “breakfast” and “lunch” were coined so that they could still honor richard f. brunchly by retroactively creating the portmanteau that we all know and love.

the end.



a letter between old friends


dear nathan,
we’ve lived long and strange lives.
we’ve given and taken and what else is there?
for a brief beautiful moment,
you and i created a monument.
a tower of passion in music.
and now… what do we do?
your old friend,
brandon

a reply:
dear brandon,
you gave up on me.
now you long for better days–why?
it never occured to you that i needed you then.
not the way that a man needs a woman,
but sometimes a man needs a man-friend.
my heart is hard,
because you gave up on me back then.
thanks for nothing.
nathan



the new year is a time for eating


the new year is a time for eating.
here are my thoughts, in “rhyme,” about that:

i’ve had a lot of potatoes
enough for the whole year.
oh these potatoes,
and fall is nowhere near.

yes, i do eat a lot of things,
over the course of a year.
and i eat a lot of courses.
over the course of every meal.

give me your meat,
your tallow, and more
and i will eat,
and swallow it, for sure.

fill my grave with giblets,
and my brain with cheese.
i’ll be aged sweet as bourbon,
still, i have the munchies.



the story of pants


posted on ieatpants.com on December 9, 2009:

the basics (in the 3rd person, for your convenience and to bring to the fore how pretentious i am):

ieatpants is a man living in brooklyn, ny. he makes music with his guitars, computers, and wacky effects pedals. he made music with his friends for a while, but they up and moved to different countries and now ieatpants is once again on a solo mission.

the first band ieatpants ever played in was called “nerves in patterns” or some such nonsense… or maybe that was the name of the song? ieatpants doesn’t remember. who cares? no one, that’s who. back then ieatpants was called brandon. weird, huh? well, it was like a college band, but with no vocals and i think we covered mozart. this was in the fine city of cleveland, ohio.

anyway, next up was another cleveland band: jane’s hetfield addiction, aka, james’ hetfield addiction. jha was awesome—two guitarists, a bassist, and a trumpeter. jha wrote song titles that were long and silly to distract from the fact that they were an instrumental rock band without a drummer. regardless, jha managed to record several great tunes. unfortunately, only one is still available—go ahead and download “we obey the laws of physics, all the while pretending it is a great struggle between man and god.” remember the warning about the titles?

well, jha broke up and “brandon” changed his name to “admiral manpants.” of course, he wasn’t a real admiral, but that’s not the point… the point was that a new rock band was formed: invincible guitar. now, many things have been written about this juggernaut of a band, but dear reader, you only need to know two things about them: 1. invincible guitar played at the loudest level possible and with the most guitarist possible at all times, and 2. invincible guitar fucked your girlfriend.

now, you’re probably thinking, “lame.” well, in many ways, you are correct.

well, the cleveland-based titan that was invincible guitar eventually got old and retired. briefly morphing into the power ballad manufacturing company “the weeping pussies.”

admiral manpants moved to new york, where after several drunken recording sessions in his threadbare queens apartment, “ieatpants” was born. the first single “hydration nation” went all the way to the top. the top of ieatpants’ own personal playlist on myspace, that is. after a few more drunken recording sessions, more hits were hit upon. “don’t make fun of marty mcfly, rush limbaugh” was quietly whispered into a 4-track and onto the internet, where two or maybe even three, people listened in awe. that was january 28, 2007.

that first collection of songs is still lingering in the dark, waiting for a proper re-mastering and release. it was essentially a sketchpad, though, and ieatpants was not idle. he quickly manufactured another set of boring lo-fi songs that he world might ignore or possibly even hate…

quickly, move forward in time to the summer of 2009. ieatpants and doctor infinity were briefly united in queens to write and record a batch of drunken euphemisms under the name of “the gentlemen of the western reserve.” they were joined by a female vocalist and professional drummer/cellist/mandolier/bassist/all around awesome dude. well, the good dr. i moved on quickly and ieatpants was once again alone.

but was he alone? yes. but luckily for him he moved to the hip village of brooklyn, ny, and there he did find an organ on the streets with a giant sticker on it that readeth: “works!” now ieatpants has an organ and you shall soon experience it in massive stereo sound! that is, if you visit this site in a few months after ieatpants has recorded a bunch more stuff…. say, february 2010?

ok then, it’s a date!!



my first ever livejournal post. posted on my blog. for whatever fucking reason… i dunno.


one half a heart [Apr. 12th, 2004|01:31 pm]
[ mood | contemplative ]
[ music | william basinski - disintegration loops ]

i like the sound of old movie soundtracks
the warped sounds
belonging to some warped images that i’ll never see
some overpaid studio composer was paid to create a musical representation of some plot or narrative
time, however, has turned his music into a new piece
with new feelings and connotations

there is no art that is static in time
that does not degrade
the passage of time defines music
without a definition of a relative schedule of musical events
a piece becomes incoherent
without the familiar trappings of melody and rythm
the music becomes noise
sounds
breaking the static with a new static
the frequencies blurred into each other
i heard one sound
it was black and it was white
it was useless

now i have muscles in my face
now i have lungs for the race



leaving work and listening to Bon Iver…


the fall air is deliciously thick
and i am still dizzy
with the thoughts of our last walk

i’ve sung this song before
again and again
it gets stuck in my head
around and around
your melody goes
in my breath
and in my heart



secret shots video


a little creepy, but yes, that is my giant head.