Archive for October, 2009

15 new glories spring

by on Wednesday, October 21st, 2009

Eric Balint -15 new glories spring

roy-rainford-morning-glory-spring-yellowstone-national-park-unesco-world-heritage-site-usai fully admit that a certain show that i saw last night was a direct influence on the style of this song. i just couldn’t help myself.
i try to give it my own treatment, but it is what it is.
the books have been written. most of us should feel lucky to occasionally be given permission to tear out a page.

the beginnings of new glories spring were actually the words, which i wrote (an earlier version of) a little while ago.
i almost never write songs like this.(making the music fit the words instead of the other way around) i find it usually sounds forced. but when i started picking this chord progression, these lyrics fit right in.
i recorded a number of different parts to test out various sounds, but i ended up going with a fairly stripped down version.

song 15…half way there

guitar: zanny’s generic classical x’s two
organ: hammond (specifically the bass foot keys)

there’s been, i don’t know, six billion sad stories
written and sung out in the night
the blessed, the obsessed, and the boring
and the ones that hit you just right
there’s been reporters who watch til they go numb
there’s been multitudes of good guys and bad
immigrants who miss where they come from
but who memorize everything they had
there’s been rushed and wholly secret
rendezvous in the park
there’s the ones who burned unreturned
and lovers who tripped in the dark
there’s been prayers begging for graces
and mourners raising their toasts
waitresses who never call themselves waitresses
packing up mountains of suitcases
and heading for the coast
there’s been the grumbling of every town’s stumblebums
there’s been dust covered souvenirs
the desperate wade through the humdrum
which quietly disappears
there’s been young parents laughing at babies
and crying and paying the bills
there’s been hammers swinging
and lullaby singing
and the quiet swallowing of pills
there’s been, i don’t know, six billion sad stories
i could go on and on
but we’re all the same in our glories
and new glories spring
when we’re gone

14 thing

by on Tuesday, October 20th, 2009

Eric Balint -14 thing

Thing 12i picked up the guitar this morning and just started playing the riff of this song. i didn’t think about it at all, it just came out. i went from there, adding layers that took it to some strange places. it’s got a weird movement to it that i kind of like, or, at least find interesting.

guitar: yamaha acoustic, yamaha hollow body electric
bass: beat ass harmony
banjo: michael row’s austin

aahh aahh

13 the azaleas can’t make up their mind

by on Monday, October 19th, 2009

Eric Balint - 13 the azaleas can't make up their mind

Azaleas_And_Live_Oaks,_Magnolia_Plantation,_Charleston,_South_Carolinathis is a little mountain ballad. i wanted it to be real loose…like someone started to play the organ and everyone else just grabbed what was by them and went.
the lyrics were inspired by outside.

organ: hammond
guitar: yamaha acoustic
banjo: michael row’s austin

the wheel barrow’s flipped over in the leaves
the ladder is on it’s side
the pumpkins are waiting silently
to be brought to life
the weeds are climbing through the deckboards
the azaleas can’t make up their mind
there’s critters living in the gutters
but i’m afraid i don’t know what kind
we should really remember to
have the fireplace checked
we’re running out of spaces
to hold all the things we collect

12 capuchin

by on Sunday, October 18th, 2009

Eric Balint - 12 capuchin

this is my first instrumental piece. South Korea Buddha Birthday
it’s called capuchin.
capuchin can refer to a type of monk, or a type of monkey.

it’s probably the most fun i’ve had recording so far.

concertina: stagi
marimba: musser
banjo: michael row’s austin

11 unlucky men

by on Sunday, October 18th, 2009

Eric Balint - 11 unlucky men5men5symbols

12:10 am?!









10 161

by on Friday, October 16th, 2009

Eric Balint - 10 161

canon161i didn’t have a chance to get to today’s song until about 10:30pm…at all…nothing written or planned or anything.
needless to say its pretty bare bones.
there is, however, a nice little mallet interlude towards the end.
this song is about something that happened this morning.
it happened at 161 bpm.

guitar: yamaha acoustic
marimba: musser

i’ve just gotten back from the moon
i’ve fended off lions with chairs
i’ve circled the globe in balloons
i’ve walked on my hands down the stairs
beside pyramids i have knelt
i’ve swam the whole of the sea
but never have i felt
like when you said hello to me

09 these little wrecks

by on Thursday, October 15th, 2009

Eric Balint - 09 these little wrecks

new-train-falls-1899-wreckthe first thing i recorded for this song was the drums. i didn’t have anything else written yet. i just had a general sense of tone that i was going for. then i worked out a chord progression on the guitar, and went from there. i like how it ended up sounding the way it feels outside today.

guitar: yamaha hollow body electric
bass: beat ass harmony
organ: hammond

will you speak in my ear
so nobody can hear
will you tell me what’s next
and pull me from these little wrecks
will you comfort me when
i’ve gotten nervous again
will you tell me what’s next
and pull me from these little wrecks
stay with me
will you lay me to rest
in my sunday best
i will lay with you then
until we meet again

08 confetti

by on Wednesday, October 14th, 2009

Eric Balint - 08 confetti

tomconfettii don’t know…it’s about leaving home…it’s about the road…it’s about missing those who have left
…it sounds like mexico
…i enjoy small percussive things
…that’s about it  i guess

guitar: zanny’s generic classical
bass: beat ass harmony
various shakers, tambourines, scratchers, and castanets with monkeys on them

all the way through the southeast yesterday
now we’re in ohio
hope to make the great lakes
before we eat and settle for the night
then the big turn west will happen
and we will try to catch the sun
out the window went our maps ’cause
there’s no such thing as
getting lost on this run
i will miss the way you used to make
nothing will ever be the same
now that we’ve left
i know that that’s the truth
but there’s nothing i can do
the highway’s a callin
but i will write to you
before we scatter over the world
like confetti
let’s take a moment to make
sure we’re ready
to let the distance between us
get so far
if i were to venture a guess
i don’t think we are

(note: my fade out faded out better before i got here. now it kind of cuts off. oh well.)

07 sawbuck

by on Tuesday, October 13th, 2009

Eric Balint - 07 sawbuck

180px-Sawbuck_photoi decided that i wanted to write something in a five count, and “sawbuck” is where i ended up. the individual elements are fairly simple, but i like the way they go together. for the first part of the song, i have the drums and bass in a four, as a counterpoint to the guitar, then eventually they all fuse together. then, towards the end i try to mess with where the hits hit.
i almost pulled it off too.

the lyrics of this song were inspired by my maternal grandma and grandpa.
sawbuck is a term my grandpa used to mean five dollar bill.

two guitars: yamaha hollowbody electric
yamaha acoustic
bass: beat ass harmony
vocals x’s 3

i’m going to get my brother
to teach me the foxtrot
so the next time i see
Martha Jane
i can ask her to dance
cause she’s the best thing
these eyes ever did see
i don’t know what she
would ever do with a hound like me
but soon they’ll ask the boys to leave
for some far off shore
and i would never make it through
if i didn’t find out
cause she’s the best thing
these eyes ever did see
i knew i would come home
when she said to me

06 knocking em dead

by on Monday, October 12th, 2009

Eric Balint - 06 knocking em dead

guitar and vocals on one track

you’re growing your bones
you’re kicking your chair
you sink like a stone
you roar like a bear

you make up your mind
you wind up your clock
you rob me blind
you jump off the dock

you’re waking up
and climbing in bed
you’re in no rush
you’re knocking em dead