And I mean old. These sound like scratch demos. All ballads. I have a vague recollection of recording them in the basement of Mr. Brian Janes’ house, somewhere in the mostly-criminal Chicago area. I don’t recall the exact year, but it must’ve been during the last Ice Age (the one caused by dinosaurs and their evil addiction to fossil fuels). Anyway, it’s always interesting to see what the past-me was up to. At least, I find it interesting. If you don’t find it interesting, feel free to go bake a delicious cake and send it to me. I prefer the Gateaux Foret Noire.
You like kirsch in your Schwarzwälder Kirschtorte? If not, t’ain’t the real thing.
(Oops, that’s not to say that I’m not interested in the music…)
Totally. Without kirsch it just does not work.
HA! Oh come on this stuff can’t be THAT old! Er, can it??? I remember a couple of these performed live. Thanks for posting – gives me visions of riding in the old Toyota at Wheaton with Sami, blasting Autumn War and singing along. Funny that I STILL remember all the lyrics. lol
I must’ve performed some of these at coffeehouses. I think the band never played any of these (too mellow for them). Sami. That’s an echo from the past. Yeah, I think we’re all getting a lot older…
hearing your singing voice takes me back eons. feeling OLD.
We ARE getting old. I feel ancient.