I was downloading a bunch of old ditties of mine onto a computer from a website I have 'em on that's no longer gonna exist, come September 30. I needed to do that cuz those songs would be hard for me to find, y'know, cuz I have 'em on a bunch of random thumb drives and stuff. Anyway, there were a couple years where I did lots of songs about vampires. I realized I haven't really thought about vampires in a long time.

That was a trip; my Watch Duty app thingy told me this afternoon that there was a brush fire in my town. I was all, oh gosh. Then it grew from .25 acres to 5 acres, and I'm all, oh gosh. I started gettin' my ducks in a row in case I had to evacuate. But they put the fire out after about an hour. Phew.

I got real sad yesterday when I found out Graham Greene died. He was one of my favoritest actors in the world. I actually wrote a requiem in 2015 for a character he played, who died, in the movie, Skins. Anyway, I got sad, so I did a little reprise of an old song from 2021 in honor of him. I changed some o' the lyrics and did a new rap. But my apologies to anyone within earshot of this song, and my apologies to Graham Greene, as well: My voice is extra special jacked up today. Ugh. Dust mites? Am I coming down with something. I might be fighting off a cold. Anyway, here it is.

I'm messing around with a new recording device; this recording's really dry because I haven't gotten to the part of the manual with the bells and whistles in it yet. And I forgot to turn off my white noise machine, so that's the hiss you hear in the recording (there were screaming kids outside - I don't like them). If the white noise machine hadn't been turned on, it'd be a really clean recording, I think. I think so. 

This is the first song of the 3rd Loosey Goosey Lucifer album. I'm having problems uploading it, though.

10 mile wide freeway

This is a song about bein' invisible, but it's not s super power. It's just plain old being invisible. Or maybe it is a super power, but the invisible person doesn't know it yet. The picture ain't directly related to the song, but it's kind of a similar concept.

This is a song about one of those last-straw moments. The straw that broke the camel's back. The final papercut of a death by a thousand paper cuts. And whatever other metaphor you can think of. 

The Drunk Church sings at the end of the world. (My 5000th end-of-the-world-song).

I probably won't get a chance to do music next week, so here's a little extra song this week to fill in the blank. It's probably not that good. Blank-filler songs aren't that good usually, but that's okay because this song is about the massive poopy writer's block I'm experiencing. A crappy song about doing crappy songs is a fine thing. I miss my drunk church. I hope they come back. Maybe they're standing behind me and I don't know it.