So excited to be sharing the first song from my new record, Compost Karaoke, set to come out on 9/12 on
@orindalrecords . Link in bio for preordering the digital and tape. I feel really proud of this music and really lucky to have worked with some great friends while making it:
@readinggroup_company ,
@yesreality ,
@james_krivchenia ,
@_realadult_ ,
@brady_only ,
@robertaflutes ,
@kyl3_styl3 and
@todd_carder
“TIAGDTD”’s music video was inspired by a behavioral tic of my late father, who would rub his hands together and grimace as he watched television. The video is my attempt to inhabit the alien behavior as a way to understand it. It was amazing to collaborate with
@adambaronbloch ,
@sophiathestone , and
@haddad_v who each brought their full beautiful creative selves to help make something beyond what I would have dreamed of.
“TIAGDTD” is an acronym for the Klingon phrase, “Today is a Good Day to Die.” The Klingons are the warrior race within the Star Trek universe, valuing honor above all. To Klingons, there is nothing more honorable than dying in battle, hence the phrase. A central tension for Worf, one of the main Klingon characters, is adapting to society within the federation of planets; Klingons are such a spirited race (drinking blood wine, fighting, listening to opera) and to live within the federation’s society, Worf had to detach from his culture. I would tear up when Worf would say “Today is a Good Day to Die” because it felt like he was finally permitted to be his full self. I wrote this song while watching Deep Space 9 during the pandemic, and it was partially conceived as an ode to Worf.
Music Credits:
Me - Synth, bass, chime manipulations
Derek Baron - Drums, horn arrangements
Jeff Tobias - Bass clarinets
James Krivchenia - Percussion
Drums/Percusion engineered by Todd Carder
Mastered by James
Video Credits:
Dancing/Choreography - Sophia Treanor and me
Cinematography - Adam Baron-Bloch
Editing - Vera Haddad
Production Assistance - Rachel Baron-Bloch
@hi_res_
Special thanks to
@chrestomathy for lending his space