Rebecca Pittenger's Podcast of Weird Songs

Crap, my ears, at this moment in time think this song is boring. Maybe my ears will not think it's boring later. It's the songy-thing that came to me this week and y'know, I tend to think they're good and stuff, until I make them into songs, and then they turn out bad most of the time these days. Fuck. I wonder if I'll ever get over this writer's block. But if you're listening to this poopy song, hang on till the ending cuz I like the ending.

This is a song about what's happening now. Damn. I don't think I'll ever get my music back. I mean, I keep writing songs, but they're bad. I dunno where the magic went. It makes me very sad. 

I was recording another song, but it was coming out boringer than I'd expected, so I recorded this one cuz it's less boring. It's about wanting to get stoned.

Here's a song, where I had the intention to make it all cool and metaphor-y, as in, hey, maybe the tear-inducing irritation of sand getting into your eyes can be a metaphor for the psychological discomfort of things that make you cry. But, alas, I was all concrete in my thinking and not abstract cuz I'm too pooped to do cool stuff like that. 

I looked out my window and saw this grey cat, who I've seen a bunch of times. He looks and acts like he owns the place. He probably does.

Yeah, this is a hella killer poopy bad work week for me; too much to do, so  of course, I slacked off and did some songs. This one is about how bad the vocals were in the last song, which I'll post next. Don't worry, I redid the ones that sucked...objectively, they might still suck, but they don't suck as much as they did before. Someday, if I ever have any time on my hands, I'll add a picture to this song about songs sucking and having to get back to work.

I took on too much crap this week, so here's a song about how I no longer feel like myself cuz of taking on too much crap and not doing the things that make me me. I may not be able to record anything this weekend, so here's a little ditty to tide you over till the following weekend.

I wrote this little ditty back in 1999; well, actually, I just wrote the hook part in 1999, and the rapping part is new. It's the first song of the second part of the Fucked Up Relationship Album. The girl has broken up with the mean boyfriend, and now she's sad cuz of bein' alone.

I think this song has potential - it's about what kind of a day I had today - but given that I didn't sleep all week this week (culminating in a day of all day  long panic), my voice is crap, and I had to pretend to be a male country music singer in order to squeak out the vocals. Maybe, someday, when my voice is better, I'll record it again, with regular old singing. If it's good enuff to take another stab at it, that is. Bleh.

This is the next song in the effed up relationship. It's the goodbye song. But, wait, there's more to come.