Skip to main content

SKULLS ARE NEAT




Ian C Stewart "Skulls are Neat" MP3


MJB sent this link to the Skull-a-Day blog, which naturally reminded me of this song from the possibly previously mentioned 1990 mixdown adventure PRODUCT OF A CONFUSED MIND. 90 minutes of self discovery and crap flying around everywhere.

First there was a poem, then there was a "song."

SKULLS ARE NEAT
AND KIND OF ROUND
WITH THREE BIG HOLES IN THEM
AND SNAKES AND STUFF

I'm not sure whose keyboard I used for this but since I was a senior in high school at the time and thus likely to have many people over at my house, it could've been anyone's. I'm guessing maybe Brian Lewis or Jeff Sampson since one of them also brought over a banjo? Which you can hear me kind of plaintively picking out a few notes on here. I do hear Brian at the end going "whooo hoooooo"

There's a lot of action on this song. Those were the days of recording a song on the 4-track, then flipping the tape over and recording a bunch of stuff in reverse so it came out backward. It was fun to write down a few words or a sentence backward & then recite to be played in reverse. So you'd read out "straf, azzip" and then try not to laugh your @ss off when you played it back in reverse. Oh, the joy. "Nam, Selur Sram Kcim" was another classic. But nothing could top "straf azzip" (or "ytrap azzip") which should've been the subtitle of this 'album'. Not forgetting "give me all your money and all your pizza too".

So, there's cheap cheap borrowed keyboard action, sped-up vocals, slap bass, uhhhh, banjo. And the backwards talking. I believe Michael still thinks PRODUCT OF A CONFUSED MIND is my best work, evah. Which, hey, it might be. There are many interesting moments, certainly.

----------------
Now playing: Pepe Deluxe - Forgotten Knights Prelude
via FoxyTunes

----------------
Now playing: Pepe Deluxe - Forgotten Knights Prelude
via FoxyTunes
Labels:

Comments

Darrin said…
that was disturbing... and sweet as all hell. move over john cage, move over brian eno, here comes Ian C!
November 13, 2007 at 12:31 PM
Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

THESE CHORDS ARE LIKE FAMILY TO ME

Ian C Stewart "These Chords are like Family to Me" MP3 From the 2003 made-to-be-made-not-made-to-be-heard album I Don't Know Why You Think I Won't Kill You .... this is the last song. This was the beginning of my dabbling with intentional randomness in songwriting. The lyrics for the whole album were compiled from albums by other artists that I enjoyed a lot, such as Adrian Belew's Twang Bar King , The Cure's Pornography , Voivod Nothingface , Mercyful Fate Melissa etc. I wrote out entire lines of their phrases and chopped them together. I think at the time I described it as 'sad psychedelic love songs about satan' overall, which is really being too generous. The music was also randomly chosen from tablature found on t'interwebs for favorite songs of mine. In general I played the chords in reverse order to the original songs but I can still kind of tell in a couple of places what the songs were. The titles were my own, obviously. Although I did cho...
3 comments
Read more

LET'S JAM, I'LL PLAY DRUMS!

Ian C Stewart "Ian Drums 1" MP3 Ian C Stewart "Ian Drums 2" MP3 Download these MP3s of my drum tracks, or stream them . Rock out on your own instrument, in time with them, record the results & send 'em back to me. We'll JAM. It'll be FUN. DO IT NOW.
5 comments
Read more

SCRAMBLED LYRIC EGGS IN ACTION

Thanks for today's instant lyrics to Darrin's Scrambled Lyric Eggs program. UNTITLED ONE Maybe it's all just a phase safe in comforted knowledge april snow meatwood flack When there will be The gentle demise the elements conspire The soft embrace of destruction You said there was no way Saw you stumble Wisdom awaits The velvet decline THE VELVET DECLINE Feel nothing Without faith Celebrates Another time IRR3 lyric stabs ROAD Orchids of fear Filling the void Working by hand Cauldron of emptiness Kneel before me 4. Hope Screaming alone Identical twins It all comes down without fire Someone else's land Who is your lord Open up into Apart Taste the shallow abyss In half an hour Morningshadow Loss of hope Suffering inside Accept what is given To embrace the absence UNTITLED TOO for what could've been don't worry agony you just broke my spine you're not sorry...asshole dismay metronomic shadow you know it's on its way atomsphere the siren screams i'm only ...
3 comments
Read more