I set out to write an Easter carol. I don't think I succeeded. As the Other Stomock once said, "listen in the spirit of prayerful devotion."

I marked it explicit out of deference for tender religious sensibilities. There's no icky poo poo language, though.

I was issued a special dispensation.

Everything in this song is completely and literally true.

C'mon! C'mon!

This is old, but my one subscriber complained, so I'm posting it.

I wrote this for my brother's friend Seth, who is posted in Iraq. He got a uke from ukesfortroops and has been learning to play it.

No postings since June? I guess I'd better do some stupid shit. Here's another contribution to my eternally planned, eternally doomed, all-Christmas-Carol Stomock album.

Dr. Oldenblatter describes the effect The Unlistenables have on those fools who choose to listen.

Everyone knows it's true.

Recorded in two takes (one guitar, one vocal) on an electrified cigar box guitar I just finished this evening. Lyrics here.

It's good to know what you are.

Written & recorded in one shot this evening, without bothering to tune my guitar, divert from my usual guitar strumming mode & progression, or change from the default echo patch on my vocal processor. Enjoy.