Hi, I’m Merlin, and, I’m officially out of control.
At least I took out the fucking piano.
[MP3]
Part of that 78 seconds I’ve been working on.
Full version comes out this week for…a cool thing.
Hi. Meet my weekend.
During which time I have resolutely joined the cohort of persons who never want to hear my voice again.
In other news: my ears feel like two reheated flank steaks. And not in a good way.
Just in case you’re writing your dissertation on music or mental illness or something, this is how incredibly stupid, untalented people manage to bang out super-basic chords on a toy computer piano.
I might need to lay down.
[MP3]
Sixty-three minutes ago, this was the beginning of a demo for a mid-tempo—and ridiculously simple—three-chord pop song.
Two point five tequila drinks later, I’ve apparently shot “Layla” out of “Pachelbel’s Canon.”
I shouldn’t have computers.
Jesus.

[mp3]
Close enough for rock ‘n roll.
(All instrumental tracks on iPad; 8,000 vocals on a Mac)
Hear that background noise? Yeah.
That’s because I just did 8 tracks of instruments and vocals on my fucking phone.
On the fucking street.
Just…wow.
Yes. 18.
Won’t lie to you: Didn’t expect to arrive in my mid-40s hating a major book deal and loving writing fake prog rock about my friend on a very small computer.