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Published September 23rd, 2013 at 10:00 am EST/EDT
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A reminder, Wax Chaotic is currently running a fundraiser for our 2014 tour. Several of our rewards involve studio recordings of new songs, and as this is the studio that will be producing those recordings, I thought I would share the lyrics for those new songs.

The songs we’re offering at various reward levels are:

“In Another Castle” and “Bridge” are currently available for your listening pleasure on YouTube, and the lyrics were posted with their videos. So here are the lyrics for “MWAHAHAHA!”.


We Are Filkers
Lyrics and music by Katt McConnell

I’ve loved making music ever since I was a tot,
And I’m no Julie Andrews, but I think I do all right.
I lucked into a fannish family of sympathetic thought—
We stay up making music well into the night.
But I think that I was sheltered in those bardic rings.
I never realized “filk” is a four-letter word.
Some folks are really rude (not to mention other things),
Like it’s not a viable way to be a nerd.

I see some geek musicians with their noses in the air,
Insulted when they are filkers named.
“Filkers aren’t musicians!” they stubbornly declare,
So…ok. Sure. Let’s play that little game.

       We
       Are
       Filkers,
       And we’re just wannabes.
       Our talent lies in
       Pretending we’re real musicians.
       We
       Are
       Filkers,
       We take ourselves too seriously—
       We’re freakish upstarts
       With way too much ambition.

Warning: Names have been changed to protect the awesome.

Kelley is a teacher at university.
Her first love was music, at an early age.
She has a Doctorate of Musicology,
And has never felt awkward on a stage.
She has perfect pitch and loves to sing,
She keeps time better than a metronome,
And one of her most favorite things
Is hosting bardics at her home.

She’s a massive of fan of fantastic fiction,
And dragons are her favorite mythic beast.
You may find all this incongruous,
But it isn’t that uncommon in the least!

        ‘Cause we
       Are
       Filkers,
       And we’re just wannabes.
       Our talent lies in
       Pretending we’re real musicians.
       We
       Are
       Filkers,
       We take ourselves too seriously—
       We’re freakish upstarts
       With way too much ambition.

Andrew got his first guitar at the tender age of seven,
Now he’s played for almost thirty years.
Instrument stores are little bits of heaven,
And what he does on his guitar would reduce you to tears.
When his day job’s schedule allows,
He makes the rounds to all the filk cons.
He loves the closeness filking endows
So much stays in circle until dawn.

He has two collections of which he’s very proud:
Instruments, and novels set in space.
He’d have a hundred more of each if his house allowed,
So with filkers, he’s never out of place.

       We
       Are
       Filkers,
       And we’re just wannabes.
       Our talent lies in
       Pretending we’re real musicians.
       We
       Are
       Filkers,
       We take ourselves too seriously—
       We’re freakish upstarts
       With way too much ambition.

Nancy’s been a filker since 1982
When a cousin took her to a bardic ring.
After that first evening, she knew this love was true,
And since then she’s been hosting her own ‘sings.
She doesn’t play an instrument, she can’t hold a tune,
But she has a passion for the music all the same.
Talent’s not the point, though others may impugn;
There’s always different ways to play a game.

So before you write us off, I still have this to say,
And I hope that you’ll stop making this mistake:
Musicianship is not about how well you play,
It’s about how much you love the music that you make.

       Yes, we
       Are
       Filkers,
       And guess what? So are you!
       If you sing songs of
       Science-fiction or fantasy.
       We
       Are
       Filkers,
       We’re musicians, too,
       And…like it or not…
       We’re all part
       Of one big family.


This song is filled with pure, unabashed snark. I wrote it in response to a very annoying and sadly pervasive attitude within the fannish community, present not only among non-musicians, but also among those who are musically inclined. As it says in the song, “filk” is apparently a four-letter word in certain areas. (For those who don’t know, “filk” is essentially the folk music of science-fiction and fantasy fandom, but it can and does span multiple genres).

Filkers are viewed negatively because there are many of us who, to borrow a line, sing without a voice. I have talked before about how I feel about the opinion that those who cannot sing well, shouldn’t sing at all. If a filker isn’t talented enough to conceivably go pro, then they’re not allowed to enjoy performing—they’re an embarrassment to fandom, so let’s just sweep them under the carpet and get them out of the way.

Also, anyone who identifies as a filker is, by association, not a real musician and therefore couldn’t possibly have any talent to speak of. And there are many professional fannish musicians who turn somersaults to avoid being associated with filk and filkers because, well, they are real musicians, thank you very much.

Both of these ideas are, if you’ll pardon my language, complete and utter bullshit. Some of the most talented musicians I have ever heard are filkers. And some of the best musicians I have ever had the privilege of sharing space with couldn’t hold a tune in a bucket—but like the song says, talent isn’t the point. Music is the point. And I think that some of the people who inspired this song would do well to remember that.

This song is also available on the thumb drive introduced at the “Over the Border” package.



Published September 16th, 2013 at 10:00 am EST/EDT
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A reminder, Wax Chaotic is currently running a fundraiser for our 2014 tour. Several of our rewards involve studio recordings of new songs, and as this is the studio that will be producing those recordings, I thought I would share the lyrics for those new songs.

The songs we’re offering at various reward levels are:

“In Another Castle” and “Bridge” are currently available for your listening pleasure on YouTube, and the lyrics were posted with their videos. So here are the lyrics for “Coat of Scars”.


Coat of Scars
Lyrics and music by Katt McConnell

       I have scars.
       They’re pictures only I can see
       Drawn in fine lines like the roots of a tree,
       They braid with the timeline ‘til they
       Look like me
       I can never,
       Don’t know if I want to be
       Free
       From my scars.

There’s a mass of tangled lines…
If you squint, you’ll see traces of
Careworn and loveable faces—
Look harder and you’ll see the signs
Of the architects behind my façade.
They take and they scheme,
They think this is chess, and I, the pawn,
Without realizing I’ve begun to move on—
Freedom is my greatest dream.
And they are the stuff of which nightmares are made.

       I have scars.
       They’re pictures only I can see
       Drawn in fine lines like the roots of a tree,
       They braid with the timeline ‘til they
       Look like me
       I can never,
       Don’t know if I want to be
       Free
       From my scars.

Some scars hide under the skin…
We all know from school
Our fellows can be so cruel,
And some games we never can win
When those in charge set us up to fail.
These scars fade more each day,
But still, they contribute to who I am.
I still can’t quite understand
Why we treat each other that way,
And why kindness does not prevail.

       I have scars.
       They’re pictures only I can see
       Drawn in fine lines like the roots of a tree,
       They braid with the timeline ‘til they
       Look like me
       I can never,
       Don’t know if I want to be
       Free
       From my scars.

I’ve drawn many lines of my own…
I ignore intuition
And forego all inhibition—
My mistakes cut me right to the bone,
And all too often haunt me at night.
Regret is a dangerous game.
Sometimes it’s hard not to dwell;
Obsessing only creates a living hell.
I’m drawn like a moth to a flame—
I try to release instead and take flight.

       I have scars.
       They’re pictures only I can see
       Drawn in fine lines like the roots of a tree,
       They braid with the timeline ‘til they
       Look like me
       I can never,
       Don’t know if I want to be
       Free
       From my scars.

Now see the other side of the coin:
When the storm has been weathered,
Our strength and our mettle are tempered,
And we can much better enjoin
Our fears to lose their control.
This is how we learn,
Through failure and pain we can grow,
To rise high, we must start off low—
And reborn from that in which we burn,
We find ourselves a little closer to whole.

       I have scars.
       They’re pictures only I can see
       Drawn in fine lines like the roots of a tree,
       They braid with the timeline ‘til they
       Look like me
       I can never,
       Don’t know if I want to be
       Free
       From my scars.

               I know they won’t likely erase,
               That they’re part of my very being.
               But I temper them by seeing
               Where their root lines have left a trace.
               The lines are all here,
               Scattered and clear,
               Upon my

       Coat of scars.
       They’re pictures only I can see
       Drawn in fine lines like the roots of a tree,
       They braided with the timeline ‘til they
       Looked like me
       I can never,
       Don’t know if I want to be
       Free
       From my scars.


This song is ultimately bound for inclusion on “[untitled]“. It is perhaps one of the most personal things I have ever written. It is also an attempt for me to examine some negative aspects in my life while at the same time acknowledging that, while negative, they are completely necessary. I would not be the person I am today without having been all those people before, and having gone through all the things I’ve been through. And overall, I’m usually pretty happy with the person I am right now. There are two sides to every coin. This is my effort to express appreciation for the darker side.

This song is available on a Wax Chaotic branded thumb drive starting at the “Over the Border” package, along with four other studio recordings of unreleased songs.



Published August 22nd, 2013 at 12:11 pm EST/EDT
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No, we’re not starting that again. Ye gods.

But the promotion was named after the blog tag, and now I need to use the blog tag again.

Yesterday, a lovely lady by the name of S.J. Tucker posted some lyrics to her Facebook page, and due to the overwhelming response to them, she thought she’d run a contest based on them. I am not really intending to enter the contest, necessarily, but I did want to run this song of mine by her to make sure my inclusion of the titular phrase from her song was kosher. Though I guess this did rather inadvertently turn into a follow-up for “Little Bird”.

I’ve had the idea for this song for two years. It is a direct follow-up to “[untitled]“, and it’s been gestating for a while. Yesterday, it finally came spilling out of my head. I love it. It is what I hoped it would be, and it’s definitely got stuff in it I know I’ve needed to hear (a lot of which I’ve been actively trying to keep in mind for the last few years…especially the stuff about patience). So here is my not-entry to the “Little Bird” contest.

I’m glad this one finally came out of hiding.


Trust the Road
Lyrics and music by Katt McConnell

“Come here, Little Bird,”
       Said the Vagabond Matron,
       ”Answer me this question:

“To find what you seek
       On the road you’ve been walking,
       Would you pay heed to this lesson?

“I am the Keeper of
       Pathways and Journeys,
       And all roads that wander through life.

“I am the bringer of wisdom
       And courage to those
       Who would march to my fife.

“The road is a mistress
       Best not taken lightly,
       But set foot out your door and you’ll find

“A life more enriching
       Than one spent in comfort,
       Where complacency deadens the mind.

              ”Whatever you wish to find on your journey,
              Whatever it adds to your load,
              Take to your heart this lesson, Little Bird:
              Wherever it leads you, trust the road.

“So weary you are,
       So footsore and road worn—
       When was the last time you rested?

“Take care, for my byways
       Are where courage is tempered
       And the mettle of dreams is tested.

“I could tell you which fork
       Leads to which destination,
       And speed up the trip that you’re taking.

“But then you’d miss out
       On the joys and the mystery
       Of the story that you’re the one making.

“Don’t be so impatient
       To arrive at the outcome
       That you miss all the sights on the way.

“Don’t fret if you find the road
       Ahead of you blocked for a time,
       Or if something should lead you astray.

              ”Whatever you wish to find on your journey,
              Whatever it adds to your load,
              Take to your heart this lesson, Little Bird:
              Wherever it leads you, trust the road.

“If you find yourself walking
       A stretch cracked and pitted,
       Remember, Little Bird, don’t despair,

“But take heed of the lessons
       Presented as pitfalls
       That you will find here and there.

“Remember to dance,
       Remember to sing,
       Remember the joy of the journey.

“Remember that patience
       Is as valued as ardor,
       And that sometimes, it’s best not to worry.

“While you are pursuing
       What glory calls to your soul,
       Don’t get lost in where you aren’t yet.

“There is merit in walking
       Every step of the road,
       So, Little Bird, don’t forget

              ”That whatever you wish to find on your journey,
              Whatever it adds to your load,
              Take to your heart this lesson, Little Bird:
              Wherever it leads you, trust the road.”



Published August 5th, 2013 at 7:06 pm EST/EDT
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Whew. The Lyrics Dump Promotion is finally over. Well, ok, almost. Seven of the nine songs are recorded and released. Soon it will be time for a brea—

Nerts to that, time for the next project.

I mentioned that my next project would actually be TWO albums, and that is still very much the plan. Now that I’ve gotten a few kinks worked out, it’s time for the big reveal—what albums I’m going to be doing next, and what songs will be on them. The first one involves some old, familiar friends.

Album Name: Faces in the Fog

Track List

  1. Cold September Ground
  2. Kiss Me, Jak Frost
  3. The Garden
  4. Fall from Grace
  5. Runaway
  6. The Stallion and the Rose: The Choice
  7. By Blood
  8. Wet Velvet
  9. Jack the Ripper
  10. Stepping Stones
  11. The Stallion and the Rose: The Debt
  12. The Singing of Dragons
  13. 9 Lives
  14. Departure
  15. Hush and Shush
  16. A Flame that Burns in Darkness
  17. Gray One
  18. A Long Walk
  19. Faerie Dreams

If you’re noticing that a lot of that first one looks familiar, there’s a good reason for that. See, I made “Cold September Ground” sorta backwards. I made it before I knew what I was doing, for one, and I made it before I knew if anyone would really be interested in it. Well, people are. In fact, by my standards, people are pretty damn interested (you’ve all given me cause to keep making music, so I consider that pretty damn interested). There are things I wanted to do the first time around that I wasn’t able to do partially because of a lack of experience, but also because of a lack of time. CSG was a student project. I had to have it finished by a certain date in order to graduate from college. Now that I’m all graduated ‘n stuff, I wanted to take another crack at it. I didn’t do as well on it as I could have, and it’s actually made me kinda sad.

The CSG content will not be remixes. They will be entirely new recordings. What’s more, most of them will also have extra things thrown into the arrangements, if I have my way. For example: I originally wanted a violin part in “Jack the Ripper”. That wasn’t possible the first time around. Another example: The lead accompaniment in “9 Lives” was intended to be a chiptune. That also wasn’t possible. This time around, I can add in all that nifty stuff that didn’t make it into the final cuts the first time.

The reason why this album will be called “Faces in the Fog” and not something like “Cold September Ground Version 2.0″ is because of six additional tracks at the end that are essentially an EP. These are all new, though we’ve been doing “Hush and Shush” at Wax Chaotic concerts for some time. They still fit the theme of the original album, though, so I think they’ll work in nicely.

This redux/EP combo is actually the reason why I intend to do two albums at the same time. I’d feel kinda shitty if my next effort was essentially my first effort, just with some extra stuff thrown in (even if it’s lots of extra stuff, as I intend it to be). But I’d really like to get this one done. I do hope you all will bear with me.

Now for the next one.

Album Name: [untitled]

Track List

  1. Cracked
  2. Weekend Job
  3. Pixie Smile
  4. Wild Hair Time
  5. Buttons
  6. Lost Girls
  7. Hand-Me-Downs
  8. Coat of Scars
  9. Partners in Crime
  10. In a Hundred Different Ways
  11. Break Out
  12. Getting Lost
  13. Tapestry of Me
  14. [untitled]

This one is a heckuva lot different from the other one. Its theme is, “Where I’ve been, where I am, and where I’m going”. It’s a lot more personal, and it’s something I need to get out. You’ll note that some of these songs were actually part of the Lyrics Dump Promotion, but there’s plenty of new content where those came from.

It has been suggested that I shouldn’t call this album “[untitled]” and simply leave it at that, that I should instead conceive a more descriptive name for it. But “[untitled]” is its name. The title track is the only one that fits into the category “Where I’m going”, and those of you familiar with the song will already be aware that it is one gigantic question mark. It is not more defined because I was not more defined when I wrote it, and this entire album is a much more personal and specific reflection of me than most of my other work. It is about history and questions and laughter and no few scars. It is me, laid open, picked apart by poetry, and threaded through melody. It is a journey through the Self. And I can’t wait to share it with you all.

Please note that with the exception of the CSG tracks, which I wish to keep in their original order, the track order of the EP and of “[untitled]” is still subject to change. I’ve put a lot of thought into the songs themselves, though, and so I feel pretty confident that this is what will be on each album. But I must confess that at least half of the material on “[untitled]” hasn’t been written yet. The ideas are clear enough in my mind that I could put names to them, but I’m still working on detailing the specifics.

Sean and I are going to be laying down the initial tracks for things around our practice and performance schedule, and we’re going to start in September. I’m hoping to have both of these albums ready to print no later but hopefully far earlier than the fall or winter of 2014. I’m still trying to decide what—if anything—I want to do in regards to crowdfunding for these projects, but given another announcement you’ll find a paragraph or two below, I’m thinking crowdfunding is likely going to happen. You’ll definitely hear about it if it does.

Because of this project, our tour for next year will be starting later than it normally does. Usually we take a break starting at the beginning of December and then head back out at the beginning of February. In 2014, our tour won’t begin until mid-April. The reason for this is that our day jobs don’t leave us with much time and energy during the week. That means that the weekends are our primary windows for recording, but that’s also when most of our shows are (SF cons especially). By adding an extra couple of months to our break, we hope to make a serious dent in the to-do list for these albums before we again set foot on the road.

And speaking of the tour…

We have decided that we want to release a Wax Chaotic album. It is intended to be a compilation of live performances from our 2014 tour, and we mean to call it “Vagabonds”. We don’t know yet what will be on it, but it seemed like a fun project to work on. (Don’t be afraid to weigh in—if there’s a song you’d like to hear on the album, let us know!).

If all goes well, it will be released either very late in 2014 or very early in 2015. So there’s three albums we’ve got on our to-do list for the next year and a half. We are nothing if not ambitious.

Now allow me to elaborate on what I mean by “if all goes well”.

One of the Super Secret Things we’ve been working on in the background is a fundraising project for our tour next year. The campaign is due to launch September 1st. If you’ve seen us this year doggedly getting video of our performances or asking you if we can record your feedback, this project is the reason why. We’re still keeping lots of the details under our hats for now, but since we have so many events in August, we figured it couldn’t hurt to start promoting our fundraising campaign now.

We’re doing this because the road is no longer whispering or muttering our names. It is practically screaming them. We want to be out in the world, seeing new places and making music for people. I know that for me personally, it is something that practically consumes my every waking thought. It follows me in my sleep, and it keeps me up at night. But in order to be as active next year as I want us to be, we’re going to need help. Thus, we’re having the fundraising campaign.

And I’m probably biased, but some of the backer rewards we’ve decided on are pretty awesome. We’re doing things like custom songwriting, “Wax Chaotic” branded thumb drives with unreleased studio versions of new songs, the chance to participate in a studio version of one of the new songs, artwork, autographed photos, autographed and handwritten lyrics sheets…the list goes on. The point is, we’re wracking our brains to think up all sorts of cool things we can to give you folks in exchange for your getting us out further from home next year.

We’ve been working since May or June of this year to start confirming shows for next year, and slowly they are beginning to cement themselves on the calendar. We even have a few of them to announce when the fundraiser actually launches. In the meanwhile, if anyone out there reading hosts house concerts or is in charge of programming for an SF con, Pagan festival, or other such event, please drop us a line.

Keep an eye here or on Facebook for more details upon the launch of this campaign.

But so that essentially means that Dragon Scale Studios will be producing three albums over the course of the next year and a half or so. And I’m pretty damn stoked about it! I hope you’ll be keeping an eye out for more updates as we’re able to share more information with you. We are so excited about everything that it’s impossible to describe. And you make it happen. You’re kinda awesome, huh?



Published November 3rd, 2012 at 3:04 pm EST/EDT
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I just wanted to let everyone know that it is very cold and a bit wet here in Indianapolis. That means that the air around my house is blissfully silent—at least as far as lawnmowers and basketballs go. Sean and I were able to get the guitar part for “The Banners of War” recorded this morning before having to break from the studio to deal with other business. Given how difficult it’s been to get any work done, I wanted to post this update and let everyone know that progress IS being made.

This is, by the way, in addition to progress we already made on “Awenydd” and “The White Wolf”. So the last months have not been without making some headway in the recording for this project, at least.

Also, to reward you all for your patience, I am considering recording and releasing a special version of “9 Lives” if we can find the time to record it. More on this as it develops.

Next weekend will hopefully allow us to get even further, so keep your fingers crossed! I’ll keep you posted. Thank you all so much for your patience! I’m so anxious to get these songs out in the world, I could scream.



Published October 23rd, 2012 at 5:02 pm EST/EDT
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Hello, everyone! As it’s getting closer to November 1st—which you might remember was the deadline I set to have all of the LD songs released by—you might be getting pretty excited. I’m pretty excited. But unfortunately, everything isn’t exactly going according to plan.

See, Sean and I live quite close to several neighbors. These neighbors, being people who are not gamers (read: Allergic to sunlight), like to do things like mow their lawns and play basketball in their driveways on the weekends. Since my studio is not soundproofed, this rather presents a problem. It’s interesting enough as it is trying to record in an unsoundproofed studio with our house being right on a busy street and all. But the activities of our neighbors have proved to be quite problematic

We have found, thankfully, that there is a window, albeit a narrow one, in which we can actually get some recording done. This window is from about 9:00 AM until about 11:00 AM on Sunday mornings. So we have been able to get a little work done on a couple of songs, but it’s been slow going.

This means that I will not be releasing anything on the first of next month as I’d intended. It also means that I might need to wait a little until it’s cold and/or wet enough that those crazy outdoors-going-type-people stay inside for the majority of the day on the weekends. But this project is still definitely at the top of my list of priorities, and we’re getting into the studio whenever we’re able to find a few hours. I just wanted to let everyone know what’s going on.

Other than that, I do actually have some things to report, but they’re going to have to wait for now. I am somehow busier than I was when I was working on my Capstone project—it frightens me that that’s actually possible—and must be off to attend to other things. In the meantime, thank you for reading, and for your continued support. And if you’re going to Starbase Indy late next month, come see Wax Chaotic! It’s our last show of the year, and we’d love to see you all for one last hurrah before we go on our winter break.



Published July 20th, 2012 at 10:00 pm EST/EDT
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And the final votes are in! I’ll post the progress graph when I get everything tallied, but it looks like I’m going to be very busy over the next few months.

Thanks so much to everyone who participated in this promotion. This was a lot of fun for me, and I hope that it was for you, too. (I’ll be interested to hear feedback whether it was or not, so feel free to share your thoughts with me.) I may have do something like this again in the future!

Now, then, to count…



Published July 19th, 2012 at 10:00 pm EST/EDT
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There was no news to report last night, but boy is there ever today! Things have been very busy in my inbox, and I can’t thank you all enough! There are a few songs that are almost to the ten vote mark, and several that will need a bit of a push to get there. It would be awesome to record all nine of these songs, so I hope you keep your votes coming in! You have just a little over twenty-four hours to do so!


Here’s today’s update.


Lyrics Dump progress graph



And for your convenience, here’s the info table again. Keep the votes coming! And remember, a busy bard is a happy bard!

Lyrics Dump Songs
Technical Difficulties (Please Stand By) Listen

Voting has ended
[untitled] Listen

Voting has ended
Rumble Listen

Voting has ended
Cracked Listen

Voting has ended
The White Wolf Listen

Voting has ended
The Banners of War Listen

Voting has ended
Break Out Listen

Voting has ended
Awenydd Listen

Voting has ended
Buttons Listen

Voting has ended

Arrangements of final recordings may be different from the arrangements used when the songs were performed live. There may also be slight differences in the lyrics of the final recordings.



Published July 16th, 2012 at 8:29 pm EST/EDT
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The votes are beginning to trickle in as folks listen to the samples on YouTube and begin to get a feel for all the songs in the running. Here’s today’s progress update.


Lyrics Dump progress graph



And for your convenience, here’s the info table again. Keep the votes coming! And remember, a busy bard is a happy bard!

Lyrics Dump Songs
Technical Difficulties (Please Stand By) Listen

Voting has ended
[untitled] Listen

Voting has ended
Rumble Listen

Voting has ended
Cracked Listen

Voting has ended
The White Wolf Listen

Voting has ended
The Banners of War Listen

Voting has ended
Break Out Listen

Voting has ended
Awenydd Listen

Voting has ended
Buttons Listen

Voting has ended

Arrangements of final recordings may be different from the arrangements used when the songs were performed live. There may also be slight differences in the lyrics of the final recordings.



Published at 10:00 am EST/EDT
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Since November of last year I’ve been talking about this whole Lyrics Dump thing. I’ve been posting lyrics to new songs here on the blog once a month and tagging each post as being a “lyrics dump”. If you don’t remember exactly what this is, don’t worry. I’m going to remind you.

Right now.

You get to choose which single(s) I release next. You do this by voting. Below you will find each of the Lyrics Dump titles, linked to their respective individual entries, along with audio samples and buttons that say “Vote”. Clicking on these buttons will take you to PayPal, where you may cast your vote(s) for your favorite song(s). Each vote costs $1 (USD). Each song that receives at least ten votes will be recorded and released as a single.

If you vote for a track that gets recorded, you are automatically entitled to a free download of that track.

If you vote a total of ten times, whether it be for one track or for multiple tracks, you are automatically entitled to a free download of ALL of the Lyrics Dump songs that get recorded.

Voting will be open from 10:00 am EST on Monday, July 16th to 10:00 pm EST on Friday, July 20th. You have five days to get your votes in.

The recording schedule will be subject to how many songs receive enough votes for recording and will also be influenced by Wax Chaotic’s summer tour schedule. However, I hope to have everything recorded and released no later than November 1st.

Oh, and pardon the squished nature of the video samples—still learning YouTube voodoo.

So here we go!

Lyrics Dump Songs
Technical Difficulties (Please Stand By) Listen

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[untitled] Listen

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Rumble Listen

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Cracked Listen

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The White Wolf Listen

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The Banners of War Listen

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Break Out Listen

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Awenydd Listen

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Buttons Listen

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Arrangements of final recordings may be different from the arrangements used when the songs were performed live. There may also be slight differences in the lyrics of the final recordings.


And so everyone can keep track of how things are going, here’s a handy graph. I’ll be updating it once a day, so keep checking back!


Lyrics Dump progress graph

I’m really excited about this promotion for a few reasons. For one, I want to see how well this works. But mostly I’m excited about getting new music out there and about having an excuse to get back into the studio again. So I hope my excitement is infectious, because I’m ready to share these songs in a big way!

Lastly, I would like to acknowledge some very important and talented people, without whom this promotion wouldn’t have gotten this far.

Cernowain Greenman is a good friend of mine who is always willing to help me with anything music related. He picked out the chords for most of the Lyrics Dump songs (in addition to all of the “Cold September Ground” songs, you might remember), which was no small undertaking. His assistance has been a huge timesaver, and I’m very lucky to have had it. (Cern is also amazingly musically talented in other areas, and you should check out his website.)

Allyson Clarkson and Sean McConnell are, of course, my bandmates in Wax Chaotic, and more than that, they’re wonderful people. They’re both very talented and very patient, and they’ve helped shape these songs over the course of the last several months. Both of them have been majorly helpful both in the chord transcription process for some songs, and in the arranging process for pretty much all of them. And I mentioned that they’re patient—this is especially fortunate, as the tune for “The White Wolf” gave me and thereby us no end of trouble before we managed to get it sorted out. Both of them leave me in a constant state of amazement and make me feel incredibly lucky. I couldn’t ask for better coworkers.

These three people, folks, are very important people. Without them, I don’t know that I’d be able to share any of my music with you at all. And I know that they’re just as excited as I am to see these songs recorded, so they’ve been incredibly supportive in that way, as well. Their efforts, their time, and their enthusiasm are invaluable to me. I’m glad to have them along for the ride.



Published June 6th, 2012 at 10:00 am EST/EDT
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This post is part of the Lyrics Dump Promotion. To read more about the promotion, please see Soap Box – Various and Sundry.


I decided to add this one to the promotion instead of “Coat of Scars”, which I think needs to percolate longer before it’s ready to be shared.

This song was inspired in part by the movie “Coraline”. In the movie, the titular character finds her way over to another world that mirrors the real world. Everything seems better there, but there’s a sinister undertone despite the pleasant demeanor of Coraline’s “other” parents and neighbors. That’s the movie in a nutshell, without giving too much away, and if you haven’t seen it, it’s definitely worth the time.

You will note upon reading these lyrics, however, that I don’t mean what I usually mean when I say some bit of media inspired a song. “Buttons” carries with it the theme of “otherness” as denoted by button eyes, and how sinister actions can be threaded through and hidden by apparent normalcy. But that’s pretty much where the similarities end.

As you will hear later when the song sample is posted, “Buttons” is light and airy and lilting. The tune and instrumentation are purposefully in contrast with the darker subject matter. And I was happy when I got to the end of this one and found myself able to finish it on a hopeful if bittersweet note.


Buttons
Lyrics and music by Katt McConnell

When I was a child
I did not understand
What made the seasons change.
Like many girls before me
I daydreamed all the time
And created my own ways to explain.
But then as I grew older,
Science came along,
And the workings of the world became less strange.
Now I am a woman
And I understand
Many things that once
Were not so plain.

       The truth is too hard to ignore…

       And I finally see
       What was hidden from me—
       There are buttons
       Where your eyes should be.

When I was a child
I did not understand
Why something always felt amiss.
You were both my heroes,
As many might expect,
So for years I ignored the cold.
Now I am a woman
And finally know about
The sorrow that hid behind my bliss.
I never expected it,
And I don’t want it still,
But yet I’m glad the truth
Was finally told.

You hide behind the smiles
And pretty words like “love”,
But I know those both are hollow things.
I see behind your masks
To the horrors underneath,
And for that I’m forever changed.
It’s never quite the same
Living with that knowledge now,
But at least it’s brought me wings.
Goodbye, familiar shadows,
I’ll miss what you should have been,
But never more
To you will I be chained.

       Freedom is too hard to ignore…

       And I finally see
       What was hidden from me—
       Our love will fill the space
       Where you both should be.



Published May 2nd, 2012 at 10:00 am EST/EDT
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This post is part of the Lyrics Dump Promotion. To read more about the promotion, please see Soap Box – Various and Sundry.


A while ago, I got it in my head to write a song about Cerridwen. I don’t even remember what put the idea there, but I’m glad it came to me. So with this idea in mind, I went about looking up some information on Cerridwen. I didn’t know enough about her at the onset to really write a song, so the research was quite helpful with that.

Cerridwen was believed to possess a cauldron that would inspire any who drank from it. An awenydd is someone who has been so inspired by Cerridwen. This concept actually strikes a deep chord, for obvious reasons, so I latched on to that bit of inspiration and came up with this.

It took me forever to come up with a tune for this song. I was worried for a while there that I wouldn’t be able to and that I’d have to swap in a different song for the Lyrics Dump promo. But I let it percolate for a while and eventually I did get something. I’m actually really pleased with what I did get, and I think I’ve gone and written another earworm. I tend to take it as a good sign when I get my own songs stuck in my head.

So here’s a song for a Welsh Lady Muse.


Awenydd
Lyrics and music by Katt McConnell

Greetings, traveller—been on the road long, have you?
Your feet are grey with dust and your eyes are dim with sleep.
Join me at my campsite. The road is long and dreary,
And I can offer conversation and some tea I’ve set to steep.

       You may wonder what I’m doing in the countryside alone,
       What brings a woman of my years to travel on her own,
       Well, it’s just that I’ve been thinking, and thinking makes me walk,
       So sit you by the fireside, come stay a while and talk.

What chance is there that brings two such as we together?
The land is wide and long, and very few now go this way.
But if you look back down your lifeline you’ll find this was meant to be,
That sometimes some things happen in which we never have a say.

The tea is done, I think, and it will soothe away the chill.
Take a sip and watch the stars—they so beautiful out here.
With nothing but the open sky and the evening moon to watch,
Just drink your tea, and soon you’ll see your mind is set and clear.

              You’ve been looking for a sign, though you don’t know it,
              Asking the gods for direction.
              Well, answers are often where you least expect they’ll be,
              And this is no exception.

Now I need to tell you what you have likely guessed—
I’m not the simple crone you see, and that heady draught’s not tea.
Lay everything you think you know down at my feet, my child
Now you’ve drunk from out my cauldron—go be what you wish to be.



Published April 4th, 2012 at 10:00 am EST/EDT
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This post is part of the Lyrics Dump Promotion. To read more about the promotion, please see Soap Box – Various and Sundry.


This song was inspired by that special kind of burn out you get when you’re just tired of everyone and everything, including and especially yourself. It was inspired by the frustration that arises when we find ourselves chaffing at the limitations imposed upon us by all sources, both interior and exterior, that prohibit us from taking time to ourselves, or from being ourselves, or from making our dreams manifest as reality. I will shamelessly say that I hope this one gets a lot of votes, because it’s one of my favorites.


Break Out
Lyrics and music by Katt McConnell

       I need a vacation
       From my inhibitions
       To let the exception
       For once
       Be the rule.

       I burn with frustration
       At my limitations,
       And in my desperation
       I slowly
       Come unglued.

I can barely think through my exhaustion.
Hiding my true self is pretty tiring.
I look for a way to bolster my strength,
But the world is so uninspiring.

I can’t find the balance in my life
That comes with knowing your label.
Would that I could nosce te ipsum,
But so far I haven’t been able.

I find myself in confusion—
I’m spoiled for choice, but have none.
My mind’s running ’round in circles,
But I’m pretty damn certain of one

Thing

       I need a vacation
       From my inhibitions
       To let the exception
       For once
       Be the rule.

       I burn with frustration
       At my limitations,
       And in my desperation
       I slowly
       Come unglued.

The world has impossible standards
That I try to meet all the same.
Pretending I’m not really me, see,
Well, it’s all just a part of the game.

Just once I’d like to know freedom,
To let the freak inside of me out.
But being that weirdo would frighten
The people I care about.

This puzzle has so many pieces,
Some of them blank, and some of them gone,
That I can’t even see the whole picture,
But I can see that I need to be on

A

       Nice lengthy vacation
       From my inhibitions
       And let the exception
       For once
       Be the rule.

       I burn with frustration
       At my limitations,
       And in my desperation
       I slowly
       Come unglued.

Society has its demands, sure,
But you know, I’ve got a few of my own.
I don’t think it’s asking too much to
Sometimes just be left alone.

I think of the world and its interests,
Try to be kind to my fellow man,
But sometimes the energy leaves me
And I have done all that I can.

I see that you’re weary like me, yeah?
So let’s find a new place to go.
God knows what waits on the flip side,
But it’s far more important I know

That

       I need a vacation
       From my inhibitions
       To let the exception
       For once
       Be the rule.

       I burn with frustration
       At my limitations,
       And in my desperation
       I slowly
       Come unglued.



Published March 7th, 2012 at 10:00 am EST/EDT
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This post is part of the Lyrics Dump Promotion. To read more about the promotion, please see Soap Box – Various and Sundry.


This is a long one. This is a ballad. I can see this being performed by a minstrel in a tavern somewhere when the evening is wearing on and the patrons are a sheet or two to the wind and everyone’s in the mood for a good drinking song.

The character in this song is one of my nearest and dearest characters. She first appeared on an RPG message board when I was in middle school, and since then I have created a lot of mythos for her. And certain aspects of my personality and life have started to mirror hers, which is weird.

If you go to the Fiction Index over on the main Firesong Productions site and look under the “Delicate Balance” heading, she’s that crazy redheaded chick I keep writing about. This song is actually based on events that take place in a novel I’ve been working on for a very long time, which I hope to one day have finished. In the meantime, you’ll have to settle for this ballad, which, despite its length, I rather enjoy.

Oh, and a quick note to avoid any confusion later–you’ll note that this song talks about the sun rising in the west. While it is true that the sun rises in the east here on Earth, the story on which this song is based is most definitely not set on Earth. Therefore, the sun rises in the west.


The Banners of War
Lyrics and music by Katt McConnell

You may have heard of a woman
And thought all the tales of her lies.
Surely we minstrels embellish,
And history we revise.
But this woman I speak of needs no remaking—
Her actions are spun from the fabric of lore.
Beware of the warrior who charges into battle,
Her hair flying free as the banners of war.

       Ride, ride down the highway,
       Chase the nighttime into dawn.
       Break them like waves on the mountains,
       Hammer the anvil ’til the flaws are all gone.

Like many of you, I’ve heard stories
Of the head of our national Guard.
I, too, found them mostly fantastic
Although I myself am a bard.
But this season I went on campaign with the army,
Invited along to help bolster morale.
One battle has altered how I view the captain,
And it’s that I propose to regale you with now.

The army went west toward the border
On reports of our foes being seen.
A day from the mountains we bivouacked,
To march in the morning again.
But well after nightfall the enemy found us
And rousted us all from our uneasy dreams.
It’s then that I saw as the battle raged ‘round me
Our captain is very much more than she seems.

She whirled in the fray like a dancer,
With impossible beauty and grace.
Her sword was a blade made of lightning,
And she her opponents’ disgrace.
As the bodies of foemen piled higher around her
And the scent of their blood permeated the air,
I tossed aside notions of black-hooded reapers,
For the angel of death is this fiend with red hair.

Our foes, although numerous, retreated,
For the Guard fought like demons from hell.
We next turned to tending the wounded,
No more by the battle bespelled.
While some helped the Healers and others did clean-up,
Still others piled wood for what looked like a pyre.
But nobody brought forth the dead, as is custom,
Yet still they ignited their monstrous fire.

As evening wore on, we took shelter,
For we knew that our duties were done.
But the captain stayed out by the bonfire
That blazed like the bright summer sun.
Yet as I watched, the flames dimmed and dwindled,
Their marks left as embers on smoldering logs.
The darkness fell on me like some kind of omen—
And that’s when I noticed the first wisps of fog.

All was in shadow around me
As the ground turned a nebulous gray.
The fog did not seem peculiar
Til it began moving away.
It writhed as if living and moved toward the mountains,
Heading, I thought, where our enemies had gone.
I silently shuddered inside of my shelter
While distant screams ripped through the air until dawn.

You’ve heard now the story I offered,
And likely you all think me mad.
But I know damn well what I saw,
Yes, I know what adventure I had.
And still I feel nightly the awe and the terror
And wish to return to the nightmare once more,
For my heart is lost to the warrior in battle
Whose hair flies as free as the banners of war.



Published February 1st, 2012 at 10:00 am EST/EDT
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This post is part of the Lyrics Dump Promotion. To read more about the promotion, please see Soap Box – Various and Sundry.


This song was originally written to give me an excuse to shamelessly show off the corresponding short story, which can be found here. I wish to extend many thanks to the people who helped me edit the story.


The White Wolf
Music and lyrics by Katt McConnell

I see from my window the forest,
And above, a sky filled with stars.
The moon turns the snow into diamonds,
And I wonder where you are.
It’s been several weeks since I saw you last—
I’m sorry—my babes kept me bound.
But now I am ready to try again, dear,
And pray a way out can be found.

       I try to tell myself it will be enough—
       There’s nothing to fear in the eyes of a wolf.
       This riddle has only one answer I see,
       And I pray to the gods that my love will set you free.

The staff all complain of the monster
That carries our livestock away.
They’d never imagine it also
Steals more of my sister each day.
It kills me to know I might lose you
Forever to a horrible fate,
But the steel of that curse was tempered
In the fires of your enemy’s hate.

Unless I act soon I’ll go crazy,
And unless I succeed we’re all doomed.
So into the forest I venture,
Led by my heart and the moon.
Come find me now in the nighttime,
Cross now the slumbering land—
And don’t mind the smell of the stranger,
He’s just here to lend us a hand.

       I try to tell myself it will be enough—
       There’s nothing to fear in the eyes of a wolf.
       This riddle has only one answer I see,
       And it seems to me now…that his love will set you free.



Published January 4th, 2012 at 10:00 am EST/EDT
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This post is part of the Lyrics Dump Promotion. To read more about the promotion, please see Soap Box – Various and Sundry.


I wrote the original version of this song in high school in (dubious) honor of a friend who went from sheltered to aware and unsure to abusive over the course of the three years I knew him. After I graduated and moved away, the song, which was by nature incredibly topical, lost most of its appeal. But I still enjoyed the chorus and the basic concept, so I decided to rewrite it.

I like this version much better. It’s still about someone I know, but I am not at liberty to name them. Those of you who know me well enough will probably guess anyway.

While I enjoy using language to rip to shreds any object of my ire, this song is intentionally short. I try not to waste my breath on people who won’t (or in this case can’t) truly listen to me, so I bit back my bile and truncated what could have evolved into a lengthy piece.

The tune, however, was not intentional. It works wonderfully, I think, but the irony it creates amuses me. Here I have these lyrics, which are actually pretty angry and bitter, set to a bouncy, almost jazzy tune. So really, because of that, this song is that giant middle finger you give your evil, hellspawned boss on the day that you finally quit the job that’s been eating at your soul for years. It’s fun.


Cracked
Lyrics and music by Katt McConnell

I can think of a few choice words that I’d love to say to you,
But none of them will change a thing, so I’m sorry to say that I’m through.
I don’t have time for all of your problems—you’ve caused enough of my own,
So I’m jumping ship while a way out remains and glad that at least now I know

That you’re cracked—
In the world’s worst way,
You’re cracked
And what else can I say?
You don’t feel, and you aren’t aware,
You’re lesser than whole and can’t be repaired,
‘Cause you’re cracked.

You can pretend to be hurt all you like, but see I’ve grown wise to your game.
Which is no small feat considering that the rules are never the same.
I can no longer ignore all the damage you’ve done—just prevent you from doing me more,
And you’ve proven to me that you can, in fact, miss something you’ve never had before

‘Cause you’re cracked—
In the world’s worst way,
You’re cracked
And what else can I say?
You don’t feel, and you aren’t aware,
You’re lesser than whole and can’t be repaired,
‘Cause you’re cracked.
In the world’s worst way,
You’re cracked
And what else can I say?
You don’t feel, and you aren’t aware,
You’re lesser than whole and can’t be repaired,
‘Cause you’re cracked.



Published December 7th, 2011 at 10:00 am EST/EDT
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This post is part of the Lyrics Dump Promotion. To read more about the promotion, please see Soap Box – Various and Sundry.


When most mythology nerds hear thunder, they think of the Norse god Thor. When they see lightning, they think of the Greek god Zeus. Normally, I’m right there with them. But this one night in the spring of 2011, when the wind was crazy and the sky was vociferous and there was this peculiar feeling in the air, I made the leap from storm to Hephaestus. For those of you who don’t know, Hephaestus, sometimes known as the Ugly God, is the Greek god of the forge. He’s a crafter and an artisan. He’s the guy who all the other Greek gods go to when they need some armor made or a weapon forged. He is also Aphrodite’s husband. And while I’ve heard that she frequently enjoys the fact that he works late (you can’t expect a goddess of love to be monogamous, can you?), during this particular storm I heard her trying to lure her hubby away from his anvil and furnace and go engage in another equally hot and steamy activity. And then this fell out of my head.


Rumble
Lyrics and music by Katt McConnell

Down in the forge
There’s steam and there’s heat
And sweat an’ blood an’ fire,
And workin’ to the beat
Of
Hammers poundin’ metal—
Need to make the scene complete…
Let’s get a whole lotta rumblin’
Goin’ on.

With lava for the furnace
And poundin’ for a song
You work your glowin’ metal,
But your workday’s oh so long.
No
Time can quell this yearnin’—
Even iron’s not as strong.
Hey, there’s a whole lotta rumblin’
Goin’ on.

You’re better with your hands
Than any other I could name.
Sparks are sure to fly when
Your hammer takes its aim.
Though
I’m born of the ocean,
Oh, I’m tantalized by flames.
See, there’s a whole lotta rumblin’
Goin’ on.

With every bead of sweat
That the forgin’ makes you shed
The air is growin’ hotter,
And hey, I’m seein’ red.
I
Think I’ve got a fever—
Won’t you take me off to bed?
Oh, there’s a whole lotta rumblin’
Goin’ on.
Said there’s a whole lotta rumblin’
Goin’ on.



Published November 2nd, 2011 at 10:00 am EST/EDT
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This post is part of the Lyrics Dump Promotion. To read more about the promotion, please see Soap Box – Various and Sundry.


I wrote this song as I was about to embark on the journey that I have been on with Wax Chaotic for several months now. Deciding to take part in a band that is serious about this whole music thing was kind of a big step for me. I have long considered myself a musician, but music was never something I tried to do seriously. Thanks to my album project for school, I began to find that I really enjoyed performing and wanted to do more with it. But because I often don’t adjust well to change, I found myself in a state of confusion. So it took me a little while to get used to thinking of myself as a “real” musician.

I was and in some ways still am also frustrated by the fact that I have so many interests that it seems like it’s difficult to just focus on one. It drives me a little crazy sometimes, wondering what niche I’m supposed to fill.

This song, whose title is [untitled], is an expression of all of that.


[untitled]
Lyrics and music by Katt McConnell

My feet are now called down a road I don’t know,
And I cannot help but to stand up and go.
I abandon the thoughts of what all else I’ve wished,
Lured off by visions of dreams in the mist.
Will I find you?
Where will I find you?

This path that I tread is a strange one, for sure,
And one that I’ve dreamed of quiet often before.
I don’t know the taste of its music or rhyme,
But somehow it seems it’s been there the whole time.
Will I find you?
When will I find you?

A passion, a hobby, nothing major—and yet
It’s this thread through my life that I can’t quite forget.
It makes me consider as nothing else will:
A danger uncertain or a dream unfulfilled?
Will I find you?
How will I find you?

It’s a current beneath all the rest that I see,
Yet another obsession where I hope to find me.
And here I am sailing in blood and in bone
And sketching out charts into waters unknown.
Will I find you?
Why can’t I find you?



Published October 27th, 2011 at 2:53 pm EST/EDT
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So, it’s been a while since I last posted. I’ve been busy! The album is very near completion, and I’ve been working on it like a madwoman these last few weeks. My self-imposed deadline for having all of the project’s various components off to the printer is November 10th. So here’s hoping.

In the meantime, I wanted to plug the next milestone for “Cold September Ground”. You might remember that the website says pre-orders for the album begin on November 1st. This is indeed the case! That’s not that far away, so mark your calendars. And remember that the first one hundred pre-orders come with a free* limited edition 11″ / 17″ poster!

And as a reminder, the release date for the album is December 1st. Backers who contributed to the Early Bird package and up will get free digital downloads of every track on the album starting November 24th. I’ll be contacting you with more information regarding that.

And lastly, I am in the process of working on another long-term project. The Muses have been speaking to me, and so I’ve been writing some new songs over the course of the last ever. Some of you have already heard one or two of them in sets with my band, Wax Chaotic. The rest of the songs are still largely in the works at the moment, and I intend to really bend my will to them once I graduate and have my brain back.

What does this mean for you? Well, I like to show off my music, and so I’ve come up with a plan. Over the course of the next few months, keep an eye out for blog entries tagged “Lyrics Dump”. I’ll be sharing the lyrics of new songs as I get them ready to be published. Then sometime during the summer of 2012, voting will open. You can think of the voting like pre-ordering. Each vote will cost $1. Each song that gets at least ten votes will be recorded and made available for download. As I said, voting is like pre-ordering, so voters will be automatically entitled to download whatever song(s) they voted for. After that, each track will be available for digital purchase for $1.

If I were the only person who would be involved in this project, I’d just say to hell with it and just go ahead and record the singles to offer for sale. But since I’m going to have to involve other musicians—transcriptionists, accompanists, vocalists, et cetera—I would like to know that I have a way to compensate them for their time before they dedicate it to the project.

I’m going to try and work more of the non-CSG songs into sets with Wax Chaotic, so keep an eye out for our shows. The next scheduled one, by the by, is at Chambanacon on Thanksgiving weekend. We hope to see you there!

It’s hard to believe that my printer deadline is right around the corner. I’m so excited to show everyone all the hard work that’s gone into this album, and I hope you’ll get as much enjoyment out of it as my friends and I have over the course of the last year. And don’t forget if you’re local to the Indianapolis area to come check out the School of Informatics Capstones, where I and lots of other awesome people will be presenting our Capstone projects. We’ll be in the IT Building at 535 W. Michigan Street on Friday, December 9th from 4 to 8pm. It’s going to be one heck of an evening.

Until next time, signing off.





*Unfortunately there is some fine print here. The poster is free, but I’ll need you to pay for shipping. Sorry, folks!



Published August 17th, 2011 at 11:05 am EST/EDT
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Well, since I don’t have anything else to write about this week, I thought I’d share with you some lyrics for a new song. I might try to get a rough recording of it up sometime (once my studio actually has a microphone…)

This was inspired by my band Wax Chaotic’s concert at MuseCon. Being that we call ourselves Wax Chaotic I suppose it shouldn’t be any great surprise that Murphy keeps following us around. In this particular instance, one of the strings on Crystal’s guitar snapped as we were just getting into the meat of our set…and then proved incredibly stubborn to remove from the guitar and change out. I think it ended up taking three people, including her, and a pair of pliers to get the bloody peg to cooperate. So I decided to not only immortalize this event in song (because if we can’t laugh at ourselves, we’re in trouble) but write a song that could be performed in the instance of anything like this ever happening again. I’m sure that now since we have it we’ll never need it.

And so, I present to you, the Wax Chaotic stalling song.

Technical Difficulties (Please Stand By)
Lyrics and music by Katt McConnell

Oh
Holy hell
She’s gone and snapped a string
Who knew that that would go wrong?
I guess while she’s replacing
It
The show must go on,
So it’s time for the Wax Chaotic
Stalling Song.

We are experiencing
Technical difficulties
Please stand by
Shit, as they say,
Well, it happens all the time,
And we just have to laugh, or else we’ll cry.

It’s
A good thing
Our guitarist came prepared
For an occurrence such as this.
So while we wait for her,
We’ll
Keep you entertained.
It’ll just be a sec—dammit,
Are there any pliers in the house?

Since
We are Wax
Chaotic, we shouldn’t be surprised
When we’re paid a visit from our “friend”.
Murphy is a bastard,
But still
This song has chords transcribed
Just in case she jumps in
Before the end.

Yeah, we just have to laugh, or else we’ll cry.