Such a Sinister Sort Of Sweetness : Four Years Later

Hmm. I feel like I may as well continue in this thread, since it’s late at night and I really feel like writing but I don’t feel like “working”. I just wanna write and write and write.
And so – since no one in the press will review all this nonsense – I turn to “Such a Sinister Sort Of Sweetness”.

This album was recorded at the height of my layering craziness, burying the vocals under six guitars, three of them soloing in and out and left and right all throughout the whole song…and lots of church organ. Now, mind you, this is when I recorded everything through a First Act microphone; plugged in my acoustic guitar directly into a computer running on 250mb RAM (!), Windows XP – who knows about the sound card – and played with an amp setting via Cakewalk Pro Audio 9, which is what I was using at the time (and for my first few records, which is really the most noticable technical diference between what I did then and what I do now)…
But “Such a…” really has some of my most favorite songs I’ve ever written. I mean, you go the title track, “Here We Go”, which I wrote with Kevin Clark, “As the Ceiling Goes, the Floor”,which is my most overt drug song, honestly. I wrote the lyrics while tripping on acid, sitting amongst trees, and just above the breakwall at Lake Erie down from Lakewood Park. I hear there’s a really nice staircase going down to the water now…I haven’t been there since I lived in Lakewood.
SO yeah, what else? I really do like every song on this album. And I think, given the right mood, mindset, and volume level, I’m proud of this album.

I hope you like it too.

https://thesupposedso.bandcamp.com/album/such-a-sinister-sort-of-sweetness

I suppose the general themes are a bit more scattered than Mr. Cramely. These were all among songs written when I was 21 and 22. Topping them all, I believe, is “As the Ceiling…” as mentioned. It says everything I’ve ever wanted to say about the kind of life I knew I didn’t want to lead. The rest of the album is supporting acts to that song. Every literary anything anywhere else stems from those sentiments.

*Note the final track*

Oh, and

*remember to play loudly*

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