This is an actual recording of me busking on the streets of Fremantle in the 1990s. Hard Dough was one of my experiments that I never really took seriously beyond busking. Badly played, but authentic "me".
This is a Don't Give Up thing from when I was a busker. It's about two tramps, each keeping each other's spirits up. Down but not out. I have probably published it already, if I have I'll review each upload soon.
Imagine two hobos in 1930 sitting around a campfire by a railroad track. I've given it a radio feel with a filter. I recorded this one back in the mid-1990s when I was a busker and liked to imagine myself in depression era America.
From my archive, an old busking tune from my 1990s which I stupidly turned into chipmunks with the cassette dub trick on my duel player. It's about the heavy penalties for being suspected of mental illness.
Advancing my two string wiles and ordinary clickety click, this one seemed natural, although it is not, for me, about anyone in particular, save a club that might, theoretically, bandy my name for private glees.
I'd like to say I'm just messing around, but that would be conceited. Actually I'm rather proud of thinking of this riff (actually two) and putting it all together about a month ago. Certainly I enjoyed making it spooky in Soundbooth!