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Pre-order Ear Op

Ear Op is now available for pre-order from Bandcamp for digital and vinyl. Preview the song “Baetyl”, pronounced like the bug.

This is one of those reverse grunge-type songs with loud verses and quiet choruses. I think I’ll make a list of such songs to share in the next couple days. But for now, enjoy “Baetyl”.

Metropolitano

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Sex, Lies, and Videogames

In honor of its 10-Year Anniversary, Onebody is now available on digital radio and other online places.



Onebody was recorded nightly from 2005–2007, while we were working at a train-yard for a paper company. Saugerties-stylies. Grimy brow. Finger-cuts. Living up that Aughties bubble. Eating out at Friendly’s every night. You know, real blue-collar shit, except we wore white crew-neck Hanes tees to show off the grime.

It was a simpler time when the only social media was MySpace, but there was no reason to carry around a MySpace in your pocket. Nostalgia hadn’t been automated yet, it had to be manufactured by human hands. The crude touch of the human animal could still be felt on everything, like a waxy film.

Phones hung on the walls in those days as in a Surrealist painting. They needed to be “answered.” The ringtones were always in major keys; this could not be changed. In the voicemail there lay the fertilest creative potential.

The previous decade had its hits with “We will, we will, call you back” and “Believe it or not, I’m not home.” Los Doggies arrived on the answering machine scene late with a sixty-second ode to a mythic cereal, the AC/DC-inspired—“Caramel Bug Nuts” and the rest is mostly-forgotten history, lost to the minicasettes of a bygone era.

Listen to Onebody in all its pansexual pitch-bended glory.



A Spanglish slip-of-the-tongue had already originated our band name (despite the popular fan theory that “Los”=Lucifer in the Blakean sense, and “Doggies”=’Gods’ in the reverse Satanic sense). Another tongue-slip titled our first multitrack album with an ironically Christian-sounding title-track—a neologism denoting a specific somebody, a “onebody” as it were, with a pocket dose of buddy love.

As the twenty-year rule has it, the Aughts reflected the Eighties, or at least that’s the way of it on this album of twelve gracious melodies infused with B-movies, Nintendo games, and other pop culture detrita, alongside the pansexual vulgarity, the CIA-grade psychedelia, and the weaponized nature of music itself. But according to Joey Cambell—every movie is actually a spiritual quest, especially when it’s not. And Magritte didn’t paint pipes—C’est un pénis!

“Onebody” was an early experiment in home-recording. A series of heavy novelty sing-songs mostly written in fireside campgrounds on a cross-country tour of America and for this it has a distinctly American sound.

The lyrics fit on a single CD-booklet page, while the music is probably of the “too many notes” variety. But the melodies are there, though they might sound like young-throated singers, it’s only the pitch-bend effect, since we were shy about our voices. We also didn’t know how to play our instruments, but that didn’t stop us then, and it doesn’t stop us now.



The aforementioned “Caramel Bug Nuts” became a live favorite. The lyrics are from AC/DC’s “For Those About To Rock” but the vocals and two-part song structure have a strong Meatloaf influence.

“Fantastic Life” has a Latin flavor with the same two(or three)-part structure sung by the victim of a manic wood sprite. Listen for the “Fuck!” at 4:33, where I made a guitar solo mistake for the thousandth take.

“Hugem” is basically the movie Midnight Madness set to a chill ‘70s groove, including the anagram-style tongue twister of the title, pronounced “Huge’m.”

“Hey Kids” is the unofficial theme song of Los. Like other songs on this album, it has something of a two-part structure with two competing tonalities and themes—the choruses in happy Major Sevenths, and the wicked Half-Whole guitar solos.

“Tackleberry” is a prog-punk requiem for the Police Academy actor, David Graf. This was a popular live song throughout our different incarnations—as a desktop-PC duo, a high-octane power quartet, and the current indie trio. I’ve been thinking about revisiting it in the future as there’s something intriguing about a “tackleberry,” perhaps the inherent musicality of the word.

The titular “Onebody” features the rare girl-voice on the album. One common criticism is that there weren’t enough girl-voices on the album, something that we remedied on the follow-up, e’rebody, which features a chorus of boy-girl voices. From the lyrics, you’d think “Onebody” has to be about the Savior, the Messiah, and maybe it is. Another two-parter, this time with a Picardy twist from C# minor to C# major. Probably the only song bereft of pop culture reference, it became a referent unto itself.

“I Lost A Sai” is nothing more than the ballad of a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle and his missing weapon. It does have an Oriental flavor, in keeping with the whole Ninja turtle thing. The bridge is something straight out of Pink Floyd, but the main song is a ripoff of spacerock band, Hum.

The samba “Snakes” concerns a dramatic beat from The Little Prince. In the claymation version, the Prince is discovered to be colluding, Eve-like, with a luminous serpent in the desert. So the pilot asks him rhetorically, “What can it mean? Why are you talking to snakes?”

The two-part structure is again on display in “Two Abobos”, a nod to the Double-Dragon dichotomy of the singer’s dilemma—unrequited love of a video-game villain, the Abobo, further complicated by it being a love triangle for twin Abobos. Listen for the special dream-riff on toy glockenspiel (1:46) and again on electric guitar (6:03).

Nothing really needs to be said about “Vulva”. The Lise Loeb-esque raps were tacked onto the blesséd section in another two-part mashup. The vocals were so strong we didn’t even raise the pitch.

“Favorite Formula” is probably the most requested live song and that’s because the kids love formulae. Like “Fantastic Life” there is an unlikely encounter in the woods, here with Math mystic Pythagorass. Listen for the numeric palindrome: 111111111 x 111111111 = 123456789987654321

Finally, there’s “Duck Touch”, the epic rock song that never was. Taking a blues melody too far into emo territory. The actual sing-song sections are short and give way to a Phish-like instrumental bridge. The choruses self-reference the “Hey Kids” hook, and the whole thing is wrapped up in a final Steve Vai guitar harmony, which felt like the proper way to end an album at the time.

Originally, a bubble-sticker name for the aforementioned paper company, the touch of the duck lives on, more of an idea than a song.

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Two Birds, One Song

In a recent post, we covered the song of two chickadees. Now that we’re deep into summer weather, the chickadee’s song has raised to a fevered pitch.

The first of my backyard birds whistles a high C, while a second bird answers a semitone below. Together the two birds create an unintentional song in the key of A Harmonic Minor.

Drag over the noteheads and chords to listen.


A very sad fee-bee indeed.

Of course, they’re not singing for each other, or even for a mate—everyone sings the song of themselves, for no one.

The previous chickadee Lydian pattern from earlier in the summer has provided the inspiration for a new Los Doggies song, “At Song–Two–Birds”. You can listen to an acoustic version on the recent WDST performance.

Los Doggies live on WDST

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Listen to the Full Performance on WDST

Double-Minor Ballad of Sadness

This is a very beautiful song by my good friends The Warp/The Weft, although this ain’t no “friend-rock.” I would surely recommend this song even if it was written by my enemies.


Your pointer finger trembles nervously on the click as you consider scrolling past. “Nothing but a minor ballad in 4/4,” you announce, a bit impetuously, “I have heard these before.”

“Oh no, you sweet fool,” I retort, “you have not hearkened anything like this!”

This is the ballad like no other. This is the ballad of the wolfmother Waldbaum’s. The kind of ballad meant for horizontal listening. Everyone lies to listen to this. That’s why you see them in the streets, connected head to toe like a giant snake god. You ask them what the hell they’re doing, and they give you a coy answer like in that Radiohead video. They can do little else but lie there listening. Such is the power of one ballad vs. the world, and this ain’t even a power ballad.

This ballad is suitable for all stages of the life-cycle. I’ve seen babies way into it. I’ve seen an old man dancing to it real slow until he was just a pile of dust.

It must’ve been the rare and true Double Minor that struck them down like Yahweh used to. Sad! When the minor key is done right, it is sad that major keys just can’t compare. For life and music were meant to be sad—it is by design. A secret sadness lurks in the hearts of all creatures. We vibrate sympathetically with each other’s soft aeolian essence. When a tree falls in the woods, it usually falls in E minor, or C minor. That’s why this ballad is in both Em and Cm. It’s got two minor keys, making it doubly sad.

So check it out! But don’t just mindlessly click on it and have it play in the background while you continue on with your feed, not knowing if you’re the one feeding or being fed upon. Shut yo’ mouth—stop talking ’bout Shaft. Close them eyes, and kegel your ass closed. This one will sting. That’s why they named it “Briars”.

The Loudest Note in the World

New video about industrial noise and planetary chords.

This is actually made from an old post because I haven’t had a new idea in 10 years. I prefer the classic bloggy style featured on this site, which is more of a literary adventure augmented with sounds and music, like a book—half-on-tape. But these days, information and infotainment is mostly relayed through funny YouTube videos, so I am stubbornly embracing the technology to supplement our slipshod, flash-based encyclopedia of natural music. Look for more funny vids and maybe even some serious art kino in the future.