Album: Mud Pie Psalms (The Starving Dreamer Blues)
Label:
Purple Fantasy / The Artist’s Real Official MusicWhat you’re hearing on this track is me, live tonight — stripped to bone and breath — recording in a delta gospel blues format.
This song came to me like a memory buried under dirt and heat.
I wasn’t trying to write a hit.
I was trying to feed someone who ain’t been fed in a long time — spiritually or otherwise.
i tracked this with a single ribbon mic, old school style —
positioned chest level, slightly off-axis to catch my vocal grit without overloading on the foot-stomp.
the mic was run through a tube preamp, slightly driven, no limiter.
i wanted the bleed. i wanted the breath between phrases.
you’ll hear it — that low hum on the third verse? that’s not a fault. that’s me shifting my weight while playing.
the main guitar is my gold Auerswald Love Symbol.
i tuned it open D for this track.
used heavy gauge flatwounds — not for speed, but for drag.
that drag is where the moan lives.
played it fingerstyle with a glass bottleneck slide, worn on my ring finger —
that’s important — the ring gives more control for those half-muted flares and choking the tail of each phrase.
no metronome.
just foot stomp on wood, mic’d with a dynamic underneath the stool.
i kept time by breathing between phrases —
you’ll hear how i
slow into the line “mud pie psalms ain’t sweet at all…” then cut back into the stomp like i caught the spirit mid-bite.
i was half-singing, half-testifying.
i stood for this one — bent at the waist like i was talking to a hungry child.
no pop filter. just distance.
you’ll hear some grit on the “crust of hope” line — that’s deliberate. i stepped closer to the mic to make it bite.
very little done post — i let the bleed live.
just a light roll-off under 80hz to clear the stomp mud,
and a small slapback on the final chorus.
no choir, no overdubs — just
truth in a straight line.
this track ain’t a protest. it’s a feeding.
it’s a gospel for those who don’t go to church ‘cause church never came to them.
i made a pie from dirt and prayer —
and if it tastes bitter, that’s how you know it’s real.
purple fantasy