After a year and a half without a new collection of music, I am back writing and recording. My new single, Insurrection, is available here
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Listen to the album here Thoughts in the Belfry Introduction Welcome to the listening experience of a lifetime, of eight songs I wrote years ago that never got their fair shake in recording technique, arrangement, nor execution, as well as one new thirteen minute epic poem set to two chords and a classic folk melody … Continue reading Thoughts in the Belfry: Essays on the Songs
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)
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
It's in the space between the notes that you go caulking up. I fear it is the only thing you truly know to do. You fill in every nook and cranny. The air is trapped inside. Be careful as you do your thing. The whole thing could implode. And yet, there is a fire in … Continue reading Caulk
Out July 12, 2019 This album was born on the streets of Queens. I've been in New York for only two and a half years, and already I am a changed person. Am I a New Yorker? I dunno. Probably not. But this is a New York record. It's about aging, I guess. But aging … Continue reading Listen With Headphones, Between The Notes
Oh, with fantastic shivers, run Beside a candle dripping upon The table 'neath the shelf above A chair you sit, too dear It's backward, yet sincere And for the forgotten, it's been said There's nothing more to distinguish in it A portion of reconciled air Of putrid soil and debonair Stares You whittle off a … Continue reading To Havens Racked
Our life is not a movie or maybe. Beyond what contrives to be able to be a cold wreck of dawn when the cities were towns. Just forget what's begotten aloft and brought down.Unless it's kicks you gave me. Unless it's tricks you played me. Unless it's patter with the crowds. Unless it's mixed to shame … Continue reading The Greatest Album of All Time: The Stage Names by Okkervil River
