Archive for the ‘Song’ Category

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Songs for late December 2012

December 20, 2012

Just posted up three more songs on Atheist Advent 2012

www.atheistadvent.com

After a disturbed songwriting week I’m now getting back into the swing of things. I look forward to the last week of AA more than anything else in the year, as it’s when the ideas that were buried under the middling ideas I’ve used up finally get aired.

These latest three are a bit ropey, I guess, but I hope there’s some good stuff to follow. Of course, it’s not up to me, but god.

Happy Atheist Advent

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New song: Unspecified Incident at Sea

December 4, 2011

Here’s a new song for today’s Atheist Advent, about some troubling incident at sea. I don’t know where, if anywhere, this plot line will go.

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24 December: Santa Claus’ Curse pt. 3

December 25, 2010

Today’s song is a new episode of last years’ retelling of the legend of Santa Claus. Click here www.atheistadvent.com to hear the song, and for some stuff I’ve written about it.

Happy New Year! The solar new year — for the Northern Hemisphere — starts today!

Thanks for tuning in.

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December 22: Beadnell Bay video

December 22, 2010
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December 22: On Beadnell Bay

December 22, 2010

Two new MP3s over at the Atheist Advent main site.

There’s a stupid pigeon eating the bird seed we put out for the pretty little wild birds on the window sill. Stupid pigeons! Still, I do like Istanbul pigeons.

Pigeons in Istanbul

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December 21: But to Mourn version 2

December 21, 2010

Here’s a better version of the song I tried to play at 8AM on Clifford’s Tower, York, with freeze-dried hands and a face full of frost; having missed the moon, which snuck behind the buildings with its face full of blood, so.

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December 21: But to Mourn (Solstice 2010)

December 21, 2010

I meant to record this with the eclipse in the background, but I came up to the tower too late.

Please stay tuned, gentle viewer, for a better version of this song, and the last few songs of Atheist Advent 2010. This is the grim time of year, oh viewers in the North; the year is dead; but it will rise again on the third day. An unspectacular rise, to be sure, with just a shade less darkness, but another opportunity nonetheless (Australian viewers, please insert the antonyms of all the relevant terms in all this — or go to Juice Media for something less leadenly Northern hemisphere, and basically a lot better musically and political than anything I have done).