When I originally put this album on streaming in August, I told a few friends and some family... I guess this is me telling everyone else now (^_^)
It is called “Pop Amoeba.” The name I am using for this release is @oddrove .
Links are in the bio. I also have 50 or so CD’s I will be giving to people. DM me if you want one.
I have infinite thanks to give, firstly to @jjganeshmusic for the mentorship, mixing and support... without you I would have been stumbling around with a bunch of songs on my computer.
Blair Wells did much to master this record once Joe and I finished the mixes.
And the only other people on the record are @avalederman and @msdandme doing background vocals on Aurora!
I wrote, arranged, performed, sung, recorded and co-mixed everything else. All original art by me, even for the CD’s.
I have infinitely more thanks to give beyond that. To my family, to my friends, to everyone who has touched my life and made the context from which this was sprung, to those who might’ve heard this music before anyone else and believed in it, and to those who will hear it in the future. Thank you.
A good part of this was made during the better part of the pandemic, fueled by a world that was in limbo. My production and songwriting have evolved since then, making this a time capsule into a current I haven’t captured since... I wanted to shelve Pop Amoeba, thinking it doesn’t reflect who I am today. But sometimes the best way to grow is to acknowledge and own those past versions of who you were, for they will always be woven into the fabric of your story. So, the best way to kick off my “discography” is to get these off my chest. They’ve been there for too long. Hopefully you enjoy them too.
Will be releasing much more in the coming months and years...
(Photos of me with the bass are by @discomonkie )
Is this what they call a photo dump? Why is it horizontal? Why can't more things be horizontal, when all we do is try to be vertical, reach to the sky with our metal machine towers, hairspray brush heads, and fumes? Seeing the beams scratching the fishbowl heaven, a deer flung itself through my mind's window in retaliation. Wishing no enemies in this mortal life, I promised the deer that I would "become so horizontal that I will cover every end of the Earth." A bold statement, I know, but I thought long and hard of how to do so, for I don't break promises I make to forest animals (...you should know, being one of them.) One night, I stretched myself so thin that I began to spread out in every direction... north, south, east, west, stretching like the skin of a drum until I did cover the Earth, but where was I? It wasn't Paris, it wasn't Singapore, it couldn't even be Kissimmee... I was gone, stretched so thin that I was one atom thin, one atom too thin to be blown away by the solar gale, done. Thanks, deer. Thanks, deer. I float in space like the pollen lodging itself in people's noses back here on our planet. Re-materializing is a bitch, thanks deer
