Rebecca Pittenger's Podcast of Weird Songs

I'll be posting two songs tonight, so stay tuned for the other one. See, over the past month and a half or so, my voice has been getting progressively more and more fucked up. It got to the point where my throat felt like it was filled with ashes, and I could barely manage a gross, raspy voice. I didn't know what was causing it, until I realized, oh yeah - my voice started getting fucked up around the time I bought these new masks. See, throughout the pandemic, I've been wearing these Linkin Park masks I got on Amazon. Y'know, just masks with the Linkin Park logo, cuz I like Linkin Park so much. My masks were gettin' old, so I found some new Linkin Park masks on Amazon and got those. They were made of different material than the old ones, but I didn't think much of it. Then, 2 Saturdays ago I wore one of those new masks for an extended period of time, and my throat ended up fucked-upper than it has ever been in my entire life. I finally put 2 and 2 together and stopped wearing the questionable masks. My voice has been recovering, but very verrrry slowwwwly. I think those masks had some horrible chemical dye in them that fucked me up. Or maybe I was inhaling a bunch of horrid fibers. I'm not sure. But I got really frustrated recording the other song I'm gonna post tonight because my vocals sound like poop and I couldn't achieve that magicalness that I always aim for with my vocal stylings. So, then I got all frustrated and started wailing on my bass and singing, and oddly, my voice came out sounding better than it has in this month and a half or so. So I quickly laid down a track of me singing not horridly, so I can be a little less depressed about the whole thing. In short, this is a song where I reclaim a bit o' that magic in my vocal stylin's, as I sing about how my vocal stylin's lost their magic.Well, I mean, it's not all the way perfect, cuz I'm still fucked up. But yeah. Like, yeah.

This is the next song in the possession album. In anticipation of leaving, the girl hugs all the bears and sez goodbye.

This is a song about gas prices bein' so high lately. They're so dang high. 

I was just futzing around with my bass and things, and this is what came outta it. Yesiree.

This is the next song in the possession album: Grandma goes back to Heaven, up a giant stairway, and the girl is sad. She hopes her grandma will think of her, up in Heaven.

Yeah, I dunno if the chorus-y part of this song hangs together with the other parts of this song as well as I'd like it to, but, anyway, this song is about the sorry state of our planet. I heard there was a study done where it was found out that there are 40% fewer birds than there used to be 30 years ago. That, combined with the bad stuff going on in Europe is making it feel like end times. I hope it's not.

I was tryin' to make a song that's all fractal in nature. This is the outcome of it.

This is one of those dumb, impulsively done songs. It's about how in most relationships neither partner is the good guy or the bad guy. They're both butts.

This is the next song in the possession album. Grandma says it's time for her to go cuz her job is done. The girl is sad. I'm tagging this one "explicit" not cuz it has any F-bombs in it, but because there's mention smoking a bowl. 

This is a song about how there was this really cool thing that I thought was going to happen, but I found out yesterday that it's very unlikely to happen. But there's still a teeny tiny slim shred of a chance it might happen, so I'm prayin' it will happen, all the while being too superstitious to state what it is. If I state what it is, it might be like tellin' people what my wish was when I blew out my birthday candles.