Rebecca Pittenger's Podcast of Weird Songs

This is the next song in the possession album. Everyone, standing there all sad, realizes - oh, wait...they're still with a bunch of bears. The bears look like they're getting ready to tell them something. Grandma's there, too.

I had insomnia last night, so I wrote a song about it. It's a song about how much insomnia sucks. 

This song is for my big brother, whose birthday is one day apart from my birthday. Happy Birthday, Bro! Sorry you birthday is on a Monday this year! Keep listening after the song is done - there's a cat sound after a while.

I was playin' around on my guitar, when this this song came out. There was something so very horrible-sounding about being on a train to a depressing festival. It's, like, this depressing, dried-out-feeling-inducing festival of awfulness. So, I figured I might as well record this here song and make it the most depressing-est song I could imagine.

This is a dream-like song that came to me while I was driving. It takes you from regular old prosaic singing to the land of cats and beyond. It takes you on a journey of cat-ness and beyond.

Okay, wow, man. I'm not sure why this is the case, but in the rap, the rhyme scheme sounds like it falls apart in one place, and I'm still trying to figure out why. Logically speaking, these 2 lines should work together:Let's go to Timmy and Bobby's place andListen to Willie Nelson cuz he's grand"And" rhymes with "Grand," right? And "Grand" and "And" are in the same places of these lines, in terms of where they fall on the beat and everything. And yet, it sounded like the second line needed to be:"Listen to Willie Nelson cuz he's great"It's like my ears wanted the rhyme to go with "place" instead of "and" - I'm not sure why, so I went in there and changed "grand" to "great." The Audacity free digital audio workstation came in handy and I could just throw in a "great."  So, this version of the song is identical to the one I posted yesterday, with that one teeny tiny little modification. I couldn't listen to the song without that weird falling-apart-rhyme-scheme-thingy sticking in my craw. I'm leaving the original one up, though, because there might be some people out there whose ears prefer the "and - grand" rhyme scheme. Man-alive.In any event, if there's someone out there who is better at rapping than me, feel free to give me some feedback. But you don't have to.

This is the next song in the possession album; everyone's all depressed and weirded out by the fact that they're depressed cuz - after all - they accomplished the goal of getting the girl to be regular again and not inhabited by a foreign entity. Then they realize they should all go home and smoke some pot.

My Birthday is on Sunday, yesiree. This song is about how I'll be turning older-than-dirt-years-old, but I sorta don't care. I sorta don't care if I'm old. Maybe I should, but I don't.

I was fiddling around with my bass and this weird song came out. 

I was feeding my cats, when I broke into song. This is the song I broke into.