About two years ago I set out to record my favorite Alkaline Trio album, Good Mourning. Here's my take on its 12 classic songs that defined my mid/late teenage years.
Category: philosophic mutterings
Tramps Like Us I don’t care to hear what you have to sayNot todayThe air in here is clear but the breathing swaysAnd washes awayAll my self remembers what our late night flames became‘Cause tramps like usBaby we were born to be saved Life’s a ruthless page from the book of mudNot made upIt can … Continue reading Need Something LP, full lyrics
I've shared the first four tracks off my upcoming LP, Need Something over on bandlab. Six more songs on the books I'll be finishing in the next couple months. Maybe sooner, ya never really know. Probably a couple months. Gonna be a good one. I'm thrilled. https://www.bandlab.com/embed/collection/?id=f15af701-87a3-eb11-85aa-0004ffd345df
I'm back at the ole cover song game. This one is The Tallest Man On Earth's 'Like a Wheel' off his 2010 EP, Sometimes the Blues Is Just a Passing Bird
I have a book out today! It is called The Supposed So: A Fictional Memoir in Five Parts. I started writing the first novella in the series just about exactly 10 years ago, and the subsequent four followed in waves until I finished the last one just this past Fall. It's about a lot of … Continue reading New Fiction Out Now!
*text RESIST to 50409 and follow the prompts to contact your sitting members of congress* I don't know what you believe. I don't know if you think our sitting president is a good example for anything to anyone. I don't know if you believe the last election to have been fraudulent in some way. I … Continue reading contact your members of congress
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new tune, in memory of https://thesupposedso.files.wordpress.com/2020/11/112620090645_normal.m4a
What follows was written in chunks from beginning to end one morning yesterday. The melody followed, and my notes are included here. Song to come shortly. Thoughts in the Belfry part one Oh to con society and figure on sleep. Oh to be a weary man who can't very well see what is rush houred … Continue reading Thoughts In the Belfry (a folk song)
To ease, there is a stepping stone forgotten of a sergeant's skeptics, sinister on ice. My ears belie to notice sticks and stones beneath my feet-- a distance courting high regard to peasants. We lower middle class. We homes with rooftops. We internet and phones. We detached proletariat all sent off alone to be the … Continue reading And To Sleep
Hi, hello. This is Michael. The Supposed So. M.C. Guire. I've got too many names. Regardless, I'm coming at you in a different sort of way, because I don't usually write in this manner, sort of conversationally, or whatever, unless I'm writing long-form fiction, and I haven't been doing that so this part of my … Continue reading What Belongs in the Future Runs Off With the Past
So this is a marriage! Lightness and darkness intertwined with caustic wit, erasing all that dangles by a golden thread. So easy what is thine to duck into a world of mimes never singing at all or even nodding along in time. So this is October! Leaves slipped from once-green canopies drifting down from their … Continue reading Autumnal
