A song for my nephew, who perverted a pop song. I made a new one to return the favor. Please don't sue me.
I wanted to write a bad song. One that barely rhymes about somebody trying way too hard yet having no idea how to achieve their goal. A song that blatantly panders. This is that bad song.
Playing around with the "wobble bass," came up with another song for my muffin.
My most popular work to date, through no fault of my own. An a capella ode to my muffin.
An arrangement of Hector Berlioz in a Cuban style (or two or three), recorded with faculty from Bronx Prep Charter School back in the day, as they say. I'd love to perform this with a chamber orchestra someday!
A song of fear & gratitude for my amazing, astounding wife.