Hmm. I feel like I may as well continue in this thread, since it’s late at night and I really feel like writing but I don’t feel like “working”. I just wanna write and write and write.
And so – since no one in the press will review all this nonsense – I turn to “Such a Sinister Sort Of Sweetness”.

This album was recorded at the height of my layering craziness, burying the vocals under six guitars, three of them soloing in and out and left and right all throughout the whole song…and lots of church organ. Now, mind you, this is when I recorded everything through a First Act microphone; plugged in my acoustic guitar directly into a computer running on 250mb RAM (!), Windows XP – who knows about the sound card – and played with an amp setting via Cakewalk Pro Audio 9, which is what I was using at the time (and for my first few records, which is really the most noticable technical diference between what I did then and what I do now)…
But “Such a…” really has some of my most favorite songs I’ve ever written. I mean, you go the title track, “Here We Go”, which I wrote with Kevin Clark, “As the Ceiling Goes, the Floor”,which is my most overt drug song, honestly. I wrote the lyrics while tripping on acid, sitting amongst trees, and just above the breakwall at Lake Erie down from Lakewood Park. I hear there’s a really nice staircase going down to the water now…I haven’t been there since I lived in Lakewood.
SO yeah, what else? I really do like every song on this album. And I think, given the right mood, mindset, and volume level, I’m proud of this album.

I hope you like it too.

https://thesupposedso.bandcamp.com/album/such-a-sinister-sort-of-sweetness

I suppose the general themes are a bit more scattered than Mr. Cramely. These were all among songs written when I was 21 and 22. Topping them all, I believe, is “As the Ceiling…” as mentioned. It says everything I’ve ever wanted to say about the kind of life I knew I didn’t want to lead. The rest of the album is supporting acts to that song. Every literary anything anywhere else stems from those sentiments.

*Note the final track*

Oh, and

*remember to play loudly*

Lately, I’ve found myself delving back through my back catalog, trying to remember songs i released almost four years ago, and sometimes wrote nearly eight years ago, or more.
First, let me tell you that it isn’t like I should have to explain why today is so very different than eight, even four, years ago. These miracles and trudgings are well documented by me in my work. And this is the precise reason why I’m looking back on the songs I wrote back then: How the music was arranged, recorded. The differences in my vocal range and “technique”; more than anything, the lyrics. Right now my life makes sense to me. Back then, I was figuring everything out through art. It informed my prescence in an empty room.
I digress, because what I really want to talk about is that in my wanderings, I am currently replaying “Hey There, Mr. Cramely”, and found that it is a good album that should be played very loudly…the mix is quiet; I was still learning the craft of the recording and arranging process, and even though a lot of the sounds you hear on the album are fictional versions of some actual, acoustic tone, I think, given the right mood, mindset, and volume level, I’m proud of this album.

Take a listen:

https://thesupposedso.bandcamp.com/album/hey-there-mr-cramely

Please note the storyline of…what? It’s a sort of love story, I suppose. But kinda the way you attach hopes and dreams in a situation and play with masks to see what’s real, pretending all along that that’s all love is. This album is about trying to grow out of that mindset. And I think it worked. This was a very cathartic piece of work: I wrote it over the course of years, really, but recorded it very quickly in a couple weeks in a haunted apartment I and my roommate-at-the-time had recently moved out of. The rest of the story? The why and how of it? I can’t say. But it turned into a good piece of work. I hope you enjoy it too.

*Remember: Turn Up The Volume*