Rebecca Pittenger's Podcast of Weird Songs

This is the next song in the possession album; the girl asks herself, "is this real?" of the strangeness she's experiencing. Whatever it is, it's a good thing...stay tuned to find out what the thing is that the girl wonders about being real. (That was a weird sentence).

Here's a different version of the possession album song from last week. Yeah, I dunno. I guess it's okay. Then again, it might be as dumb as the first version.

This is a song about how I haven't forgotten about the drunk church project. It's still there in the back of my mind, and even sometimes at the forefront of my mind, too.

Yeah, this is a really bad year for music, and my voice is still fucked up, too. It's a bad, bad, bad, bad year for music. And now it's a bad year cuz of what the icky supreme court did. So I sung about all of those things. I'm hopin' the voice returns but it's showing no sign of returning.When my music got sucky this year, I thought to myself, yeah, it's a writer's block - I've had those before. But the scary thought entered my mind: What if I'm just some worn out fossil who can't come up with good songs anymore? That thought scares me.

Geez, man, I don't know which of these 2 mixes is better or worse. But this morning this mix sounds better than it did last night. I'm probably gonna re-do the vocals cuz theses vocals sound all horrible and lacking in energy and kinda dead-sounding. Poopity poop poop poop.

Ugh, man. My voice is still fucked up and I'm not sure when (or if) it'll get un-fucked up. So, here's a song, where I think it's a good song, but the vocal performance is complete crap. Dear lord. Anyway, it's a possession album song and piggy backs on the last one, where the girl sees something peculiar and uncanny about the flame of the lighter she's going to use to light the bong. This song's from Timmy and Bobby and Father O'Malley's perspective. They're looking at the girl, who's about to talk to them and they can tell she's weirded out.

The very firs A phrase, lyrics and all, came to me in a dream last night, and this morning I had a training in grief counseling. They talked about how you can have grief for all kinds of things, including lost dreams. That inspired the B phrase of this song. How many people out there got all sad and disappointed by how their lives turned out? It's probably more than what it looks like on the face of things. On the face of things, you got people on Facebook bragging about how wonderful everything is about their lives. Facebook would be more entertaining if people talked about how shitty their lives were. 

Here's a remix of the song from Friday - the vocals were too low in the mix, so I remixed the fucker.

Last night, the rain was coming down really hard. I used to think that kind of thing was cool to listen to, but these days, it makes me apprehensive. See, in 2016, just a few days before Christmas, there was a big rain storm that lasted about a week. A couple nights into the storm, I was sleeping peacefully, when at 1am, I hear this rhythmic sound - "doonk, doonk, doonk, doonk." I was all, what the hell is that? I turned on a light and saw water was dripping from the ceiling onto one of my drums (my drum set was in the bedroom). The rain was a playing a drum! There were all these leaks in the ceiling in the bedroom and living room, and I had to get a buncha pots and pans to catch the water and all that. They've fixed the roof since then, but ever since then, I get all apprehensive when it rains.

This is the next song in the possession album; they're all passing around a bong, and when the girl goes to light it, there's something uncanny about the flame comin' outta the lighter. She cain't quite put her finger on it.