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lyrics
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The songs are short. Since I did the bulk of the work, the songs are usually about as long as my attention span. Is that any wonder? MTV taught us if we have to pay attention for more than 30 seconds, it's probably not worth it. Upon moving to California, I found myself writing like a madman. Songs
were coming to me on walks, subways, buses, in bed. This is nothing
new, except that this time the songs were coming in full, maybe a verse
or guitar line at first, followed soon by the rest. But I had no one
to play with. With the help of a small tape recorder on a cross country journey alone, a palm pilot, and some old kinks records, I began my voyage in to the world of the solo artist. I set up shop and did my best to evoke the spirit of ClubSafeParking. It is all I could do. It is probably not the end of schrasj, but you can never tell. schrasj has always been unstable, it happens when it's supposed to. I'd like to think that's part of the charm. Here are the tales of my journey in 13 songs in vaguely chronological order. Please enjoy, because its for you. Love, |
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If you are still reading, thanks very much for your
time. If I have achieved my intent, this record rewards repeat listening. |