- All of the tracking for the new songs is finished.

- These are the best songs I’ve ever written.

- I’m addicted to video games again. It’s being treated.

- I have sleep apnea. It’s being treated.

- I have extremely high cholesterol. It’s being treated.

- I’m kinda fat now. It’s being treated.

I am waiting to get all of the tracks for the new songs from Jacob so I can begin mixing. The plan was always to have him do the mixing but Johnson household budget cut-backs have prevented that dream from being realized. It’ll still sound good. I promise.

I’ve been doing a lot of vocal exercises the past few months and have made huge improvements in my range and control but when the red record light comes on I seem to sink back into the same old habits of singing as hard as I can. I know I don’t have to sing hard to sing high but it’s just a habit. I gotta quit that.

I think it is inevitable that he will soon do an episode where he will be forced to kill and eat his cameraman. Now that is must see T.V.

I’ve been working on an organ part for a song called “Written for You” and I am really knocked out by the results. Check out this mp3. This is just the Wurlitzer piano, bari sax, tenor sax and the organ. The organ is pushed way out front so you can hear what’s going on.

The clip starts at the pre-chorus and goes into the final two choruses. Listen how the organ starts out clean and with a slow rotation in the leslie. As it builds into the chorus I crank up the leslie and the speaker distortion. Very cool. Very convincing.

All of the songs from this era (1994-ish) were recorded on a Tascam 4-track cassette recorder. I didn’t have a drum kit at the time so I had to piece together the drum parts in a rather unorthodox way.

For the bass drum I used an old stereo speaker and hit it near the speaker cone with a mallet. For the snare drum I used a small Igloo cooler and smacked it with a drum stick. For the cymbals I used a trashy ride cymbal I had that had a huge chunk missing from it. I had to do each drum separately and then bounce them to a single track.

This first one is a song called Deadpan Boxfan. I wrote this song about my inability to sleep without a fan, really riveting stuff I know. In the intro you’ll hear my mom playing the accordion. All of the other noises are me. I particularly like the guitar work in this song.

Click here to download Deadpan Boxfan.

This next thing is the bridge to a song called Ichabod’s Farewell. The rest of this song is pretty strange but the bridge is really nice. I was completely fascinated with The Sundays’ album “Blind” at the time. I think this was my attempt at writing something similar to what they did on that record.

Click here to download the mp3.

Drew: Hey buddy, don’t get frustrated. That’s what practice is all about. You know how when daddy is practicing his saxophone he has to play the same thing over and over and over?

Riley: Yeah, it’s really annoying.

I was digging around in the don’t-go-back-there room of our basement looking for a sax mouthpiece that I used to have. I picked up one of the five hundred boxes of random junk and opened it up to see some cassettes labeled “Gadfly” and “Journal of Commons” and “The Influence.” My heart lept. I ran the box of tapes out to my car since that’s the only cassette player I have around here. Sure enough, these were the tapes I’d been looking for for years.

About once every six months I have a panic attack about the fact that I have lost all of the recordings from a seven or eight year period of my life. Then I go tearing the house apart looking for those tapes. I’ve even emailed a few people who I thought might have copies of the stuff but never had any luck, until today when I wasn’t even looking for them.

These recordings range all the way from my very first band’s (The Influence) very first studio demo all the way to the solo stuff I recorded when I first moved back from Nashville, to the first band I formed (Journal of Commons) where I was the front man.

Some of this stuff is alarmingly bad. Some of it is pretty good though wildly misguided. As soon as I get my hands on a cassette player that will allow me to transfer the stuff into my PC I’ll get it posted here so you can check it out.

Here’s me and Angel at her mom’s house.

This is Angel’s mom Connie giving Riley a reverse facelift.

This is Uncle Matt teaching Riley to hunt.

This is Lilly trying to sleep standing up in the car.

This is Molly trying to sleep while high-fiving in the car.

Here is Lilly guarding her while she sleeps.

In our home we have always sought to create a safe haven for video game addiction. To show our commitment to such lofty ideals we encouraged Riley to be Mario for Halloween. A boy after his dad’s own heart.