Sunday, April 20, 2025

Taking Shape

I didn't play much music on Friday, so I made up for it yesterday by dedicating most of the day to working on a song. I had a couple chord progressions that were ready to go. I spent the bulk of the afternoon writing and rewriting lyrics. 
 
Once it started to feel like a (nascent version of a) complete song, I took a break and ate dinner, after which I recorded a few basic tracks. The song was initially over seven minutes long. I am now in the process of whittling it down.
 
When I re-recorded it today, I played at a faster tempo, which got it down to about six. I also changed the key to something that fits my voice a little better. The song is tentatively called Dust Jacket. Once I have a decent version of it, I'll share it with you. Stay tuned.

Sunday, April 13, 2025

Placeholders

Whenever I write a song, I always start with the music and then write lyrics that fit the meter and vibe. Sometimes these songs come together fairly quickly, but usually, they exist as instrumental tracks for months or even years before I come up with the words to accompany the riffs and chord progressions. 
 
Case-in-point: I wrote the music for Pablo Fiasco over a year before I crafted lyrics that seemed to fit. Even though it wasn't yet a finished song (and is still a work-in-progress, for that matter), I recorded early versions of it a long time ago, mostly so that I wouldn't forget it. In order to keep tabs on it as a saved file, I had to give it a name. As such, for most of its existence, Pablo Fiasco was an instrumental track known (only to me, and the guy who was playing drums with me for a little while) as The Ultimate Train Dodge
 
Yes, that's a nod to the movie Stand By Me, and no, that didn't end up having anything to do with the song. Sometimes these early placeholder names factor into the lyric-writing process, but more often, they do not. They are just there for my own reference. 
 
This past weekend, I recorded the first multi-track versions of a few more songs that I've been working on, none of which have much in terms of lyrics at this point. For the time being, they are called Talking Jive, It Could Have Been Worse, and Chrysalism, as those were the names that popped into my head when I was considering what kind of vibe each of these songs has, knowing that I had to save them as something. Talking Jive started as a thumping bassline, It Could Have Been Worse is built around a piano part that I wrote a while back, and Chrysalism began its journey as a chord progression on acoustic guitar. We shall see how they mutate as I continue to move forward in writing them. 
 
In addition to these, I still have a few more songs to record that I have not yet written lyrics to, either, though the vocal melodies are starting to take shape. With those, I may work them out on acoustic instruments first, which is how I usually do it, although it is kind of nice having a drum track to keep it all in line. 
 
In any case, it seems that a new album is indeed coming together, even though it's still kind of in soft-focus. The more I work on these songs, the more they will likely inform how I continue to develop the others, ideally moving them all toward some kind of stylistic and thematic cohesion that binds them together. That's the idea, anyway.
 
I'm old school, and I like to think in terms of albums, even if I'm generally only focused on one song at a time. Having recorded "sketches" of these songs, such as those that I put together over the weekend, gives me something tangible to work with, even if they don't yet have words or even permanent titles. They now exist outside of my head, which is an important step in the right direction. 
 
As someone who grew up in the days of copying albums onto cassette tapes, I always shoot for around forty-five minutes as the ideal length for an album. Each of my six existing albums is designed to fit on one side of a 90-minute tape, just in case you happen to be stuck with only 1980s technology to get your music fix. 
 
Album number seven, which is also yet to be titled, shall be approximately that length as well. I now have most of the music written; it's just a matter of writing the rest of the lyrics and then recording versions of these songs that I am happy enough with to officially release them. They are slowly coming together, one step at a time.
 
Thank you for supporting independent art. This is how it happens. Creation is a process.
 


Wednesday, March 26, 2025

New-ish

Here's another song that I wrote a little while back but only recorded as a multi-track composition for the first time this evening:

 

 

I'll keep working on it, but I thought I'd let you in on the process. 

Posting updated versions of these songs here is also one of the ways that I listen to them on different devices as I continue to work on them. 

I welcome you to embark on this journey with me. We'll see where it goes. 

 

Lyrics:

If I could build a time machine
I would be a better man
I’d be a wiser version of me
And everything would work out like I plan

I would learn to learn from my mistakes
Leave notes to my former self
Tell him to give more than he takes
And this is the only life that you get

Because time only moves in one direction
And no one ever gets it quite right
All we ever have is our best intentions
And a perfectly imperfect life

But if I could build a time machine
I would be a better friend
We could see all that we’ll never be
And everything that could have been

Like particles in variable dimensions
Our crooked paths seldom cross
At these random and chaotic intersections
We’re here for a moment, then we’re off

Because time only moves in one direction
And no one ever gets it quite right
All we ever have is our best intentions
And a perfectly imperfect life

But if I could build a time machine
And relive any moment
I wouldn’t change a thing
Except the stupid words I had spoken

I would work out every perfect line
Leave the script behind to memorize
And if I didn’t get it right on the second try
There’d be ample opportunity to revise

But time only moves in one direction
And no one ever gets it quite right
All we ever have is our best intentions
And a perfectly imperfect life

© 2025 Zach Sands, PhD

 

 


Thursday, March 20, 2025

Another song

I wrote this one a few years ago but only recorded it for the first time this week. This is today's version. As with my other recent recordings, it is a work in progress.

   


 

Thank you for listening. 

 

Lyrics:

Singing with the stereo in a parked car
Belting out the words like we were rock stars
"It doesn't get better than this," you said
You rocked my heart and you wrecked my head

We were young lovers under covers in the summertime
You said we'd meet again some other place, some other time
And I went looking for you out there
Ghosts and mirrors everywhere 

It was always you
It was always you
In my dreams and in between
It was always you...

I still remember in September when she went away
My heart was broken, mouth wide open with nothing new to say
Like ice water in my veins
Through my brain and back again

I can't forget her, wrote a letter that I'll never send
Don't want to upset her, hope she's better, found herself a new friend
But we keep telling the same old lies
It hurts too much to realize

It was always you
It was always you
In my dreams and in between
It was always you...

Got back together, you said forever and we'll never be apart
You sang my songs, you played along, fiddled around with my heart
Until we were everything we are not
Like shards of glass in the parking lot

I suppose we were better writing letters from our parallel lives
Expose the wires, start a fire, don't know if we'll survive
Do we walk away or watch it all burn?
All we have is all we ever learn 

It was always you
It was always you
In my dreams and in between
It was always you...

"Circumstance is happenstance," you say, "a game of chance we play"
But what becomes of the lucky ones, and were they just born this way?
It's all so confusing
At least we have the music

I got my shit, you got your wish, you've got your vitriol
Choking down this poison does you no good at all
What doesn't kill us makes us numb
Strangers to who we've become

But it was always you
It was always you
In my dreams and in between
It will always be you... 

 

© 2025 Zach Sands, PhD

Monday, February 17, 2025

Pablo Fiasco

I've been recording another song. Here it is, still in the early stages of production:

 

 

As with the other song that I recently recorded, I will keep updating new versions to the linked page as I continue to work on it. Check back regularly to hear them improve.

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Lyrics:

Don't have to be a victim
Of a corrupt, broken system
Serf City and landlords
Billionaires who rob the poor
    It's never enough
    It's never enough
    It's never enough
    It's never enough
        There's always more!

They steal from the working classes
Write the laws and pay no taxes
While infrastructure's left to rot
They'll buy another mega-yacht
    It's never enough
    It's never enough
    It's never enough
        It might take everything we've got!

            Well, I am an honest man
            In a land of disaster
            And I don't understand
            These un-united states of matter
            Has somebody got a plan
            Because all I've got is laughter
            Slapped by the invisible hand
                You can call me Pablo Fiasco...

Worker exploitation
For low pay and no vacation
While shareholders take more than they need
Driven by their endless greed
    It's never enough
    It's never enough
    It's never enough
        We sweat until we bleed!

Late-stage capitalism
Force-fed cannibalism
It comes down to who you know
To maintain the status quo
    It's never enough
    It's never enough
    It's never enough
        Corporate profits have to grow!

            Well, I am an honest man
            In a land of disaster
            And I don't understand
            These un-united states of matter
            Has somebody got a plan
            Because all I've got is laughter
            Slapped by the invisible hand
                You can call me Pablo Fiasco...

This is a call to action
Consumer dissatisfaction
Has reached a fever pitch
Buy nothing and eat the rich
    We've had enough
    We've had enough
    We've had enough
        It's high time we burn this bridge!

Castaways and hungry sharks
Blood-thirsty oligarchs
Soulless and self-absorbed
Sociopathic to the core
    We've had enough
    We've had enough
    We've had enough
        We won't take it anymore!

            Well, I am an honest man
            In a land of disaster
            And I don't understand
            These un-united states of matter
            Has somebody got a plan
            Because all I've got is laughter
            Slapped by the invisible hand
                You can call me Pablo Fiasco...

 

© 2025 Zach Sands, PhD