Dear Taxi Driver, I know why you just quickly rolled your window down and then back up. Love, Audra(holding her nose in the backseat)
— Audra McDonald (@AudraEqualityMc) June 18, 2013
Singer, songwriter, musician - * - * - * - Guitarist, singer with HOTEL CALIFORNIA - A Salute to the Eagles
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Tuesday, June 18, 2013
I Love NYC
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Sunday, June 16, 2013
"BRING IT" - Track of the Week
Purposely crafted this instrumental track to sound like classic rock in the vein of AC/DC for a pitch. It also has seemed to acquire a Free/Bad Company vibe. I had fun getting the guitar tones and drums to "sound like". I heard in a panel once about putting a little bit of distortion on the drums so that's what I done did!
Bonus: There is cowbell in this!
All instruments performed by me. Recorded and mixed with Logic Pro on a MacBookPro.
*** LYRICS ***
[Insert yours here] ;)
"BRING IT" - Track of the Week
Thursday, June 13, 2013
Object Writing - Banister, Perforation
Continuing with the writing exercises. You can read them if you like. These are unedited, you're given a word and you just go for 10 minutes! I try to do one most mornings, even if I have to run off to do something other than seriously working on a song.
BANISTER
The banister wound up and around the staircase like a coiled cobra into the white-ceilinged sky. Black iron vertical spokes connecting bottom to top. He wheeled around to take flight step by step, pedaling his courage to climb to the next floor. Hand on semi-smooth, ice cold rail of coal black. Blinding light from a little window way up high, the sun looking in on his hesitant ascent. The noisy tussle of movement overhead of the spacious entryway had deceased and left only curiosity to fall upon him like rain and wet his appetite for mystery and careful exploration in the cavernous, so-called empty rooms above. The banister urged him on hand over trembling hand.
PERFORATION
Her comment created a perforation on his thinking. A surgical-sharp blade of wisdom cut into the fleshly center of his so-called logic. Bleeding words of amazement. He never felt this way before. Thought this way about the problem before. A much needed cut to the core of his viewpoint. Scissoring ideas around the holes of his argument. Tiny incisions like a biopsy surgeon's skilled handiwork were her phrases of healing encouragement. Oozing release of anxieties like a squeezed snake bite wound.

BANISTER
The banister wound up and around the staircase like a coiled cobra into the white-ceilinged sky. Black iron vertical spokes connecting bottom to top. He wheeled around to take flight step by step, pedaling his courage to climb to the next floor. Hand on semi-smooth, ice cold rail of coal black. Blinding light from a little window way up high, the sun looking in on his hesitant ascent. The noisy tussle of movement overhead of the spacious entryway had deceased and left only curiosity to fall upon him like rain and wet his appetite for mystery and careful exploration in the cavernous, so-called empty rooms above. The banister urged him on hand over trembling hand.
PERFORATION
Her comment created a perforation on his thinking. A surgical-sharp blade of wisdom cut into the fleshly center of his so-called logic. Bleeding words of amazement. He never felt this way before. Thought this way about the problem before. A much needed cut to the core of his viewpoint. Scissoring ideas around the holes of his argument. Tiny incisions like a biopsy surgeon's skilled handiwork were her phrases of healing encouragement. Oozing release of anxieties like a squeezed snake bite wound.
Object Writing - Banister, Perforation
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Friday, June 7, 2013
I Celebrated iPad 2uesday!
Tonight will be the first night I do a gig with my new touch-screen friend. Through the years (pre-Hotel California and a little during) I've collected a ton of songs lyrics and chords to sing wherever - solo gigs, duos, etc. And now the page-spilling-out-onto-the-floor days are over! All tunes are all transferred over to an iPad 2 using an application called, "My Lyric Book".
Yes, it arrived on a 2uesday!
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I Celebrated iPad 2uesday!
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Wednesday, May 29, 2013
"A GIRL AND HER DOG" - Track of the Week
One summer day at a New Jersey park for load-in and soundcheck, I spied, across a wide open green expanse of park, a....girl and her....dog...interacting under a tree. Purely on thinking it was a good title, I went from there with any kind of story line this song might take.
All vocals and instruments performed by me. Recorded and mixed with Logic Pro on a MacBookPro.
***** LYRICS *****
A GIRL AND HER DOG
Looking out across the green
Not a soul to be seen
Just a girl and her dog
Just like any other day
Till my thoughts began to stray
Toward the girl and her dog
We spend our lives tugging on the leash
Whatever's out of reach looks so inviting
We wag our tails until the bitter end
Every now and then we think get our way
I turned away to watch the clouds
Dancing shadows all around
The girl and her dog
CHORUS
Like a bulldog with a bone
I can't leave well enough alone
And so this song
About a girl and her dog
© 2012 Steve Probst
"A GIRL AND HER DOG" - Track of the Week
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Tuesday, May 21, 2013
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
"MAMA GONNA WHOOP YOU" - Track of the Week
A friend mentioned something to me his mom used to say, "Mama gonna whoop you" So, used the title and went from there. I knew this Blues/Rock song had to be fun with a title like that.
All vocals and instruments performed by me. Recorded and mixed with Logic Pro on a MacBookPro. (That's a "laptop", for the non-techies) ;)
***** LYRICS *****
MAMA GONNA WHOOP YOU
Sneakin' out back
Kickin' at the cat
Boy you better watch she don't run off
Jumpin' that fence
Ain't makin' no sense
You know what gonna happen when you get caught?
Mama gonna whoop you
You better watch out
For cryin' out loud
Mama gonna whoop you
Mama gonna whoop you
Better you quit
Here's a little tip, now
Fear the boom boom
Mama gonna whoop you
Comin' in late
Makin' that face
Hoping those puppy eyes save your neck
She ain't no fool
It's the dog house for you
You're gonna get a lickin' that you won't forget
BRIDGE
You act so tough
But it's scary stuff
When she's winding up
© 2012 Steve Probst
"MAMA GONNA WHOOP YOU" - Track of the Week
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