A couple of months ago, we met up just to hang-out and play some songs. We've been on a hiatus since we're practically broke, looking for employment, and trying not to get committed (the real, on-going telenovela).
Anyway, we've been needing some sort of release for some time now, and meeting up just to play, not our set or unfinished songs, just to play loudly like we didn't give a shit anymore, and feel the frustrations, the beast, bleed out. This release felt like the best sort of cure for the thwart that's been illing, suffocating us for some time now.
Of course, I was late on the day, which sucked, because it takes forever to set a kit that's not your own up, especially when it's a piece of shit kit. If anything this is a good metaphor for life: never set-up or play anybody else's piece of shit kit.
Maggie was fooling around on the keyboards, and Hanna on her bass. I quickly tried to set the mouse trap of a kit up. It was my worst set-up time ever: half an hour! After doing a three week residency at the
Delancey earlier this year, I could set-up in like 5 minutes, 10 tops. Well, that was mostly nervous adrenaline, mixed with shots of Red Bull.
We were just messing around, spur of the moment playing, and then we started talking about this metal band that shared the studio space next door to our old studio, and how awesome we thought their musical arrangements were (lately we've been getting into metal). Maggie started talking about how she wanted to write a grave song, and of course that just started it all. Hanna started jokingly singing about loving a lover from the grave, while Maggie was playing on the keys, a blues progression to match Hanna's bass and vocals. I came in with a slow blues beat, and it went straight to hell after that. We were so excited. We had to play it again, and this time record it. We were hooked on what we had made, it felt so good. It honestly felt like a drug rushing through my veins.
We couldn't get the melody out of our heads, even after our session at the studio ended. We kept humming this sketch, it was like a nursery rhyme. We just kept singing it over and over again, all through the streets of Manhattan's Port Authority, laughing when one of us added a scandalous line to the lyrics.
I raced home hoping Hanna had emailed us the short recording of the song. I remember I couldn't sleep that night, and for once it was for a positive reason. I kept giggling like a kid about our night, and the song. Ha! my poor lover, she puts up with so much. Luckily, she didn't kick me out the bed that night.
We never had a chance to meet again before the holidays to flesh the song out, but Hanna did this incredible
just keyboard version of it at home.
The name of the song is
Carcass of Pleasure, our attempt at a metal song, well the lyrics are metal, but the melody is more blues, pop maybe? You decide.
After listening to
Carcass, I suggest listening to
Something In the Middle right away (on loud speakers, and dance around in front of a mirror, I do it all the time in just my underwear, and a broom as my microphone), since they sound so good together.
A little taste of the future:
Carcass of Pleasure,
Something In the Middle