Seth Faergolzia

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  • Extra for Song #20 – Garbage Night (Percussion-only version)

    https://soundcloud.com/23psaegz/garbage-night-perc-only-mp3/s-nG1LW

    GARBAGE NIGHT (PERCUSSION-ONLY VERSION) – © ⓟ 2014 Seth Faergolzia, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

    This is a track built entirely from cool pieces of metal which I’ve collected over the years. I am a strong believer in reusing what we have rather than creating more, in regards to keeping our environment in tact for the future of our race. Part of what I do in my daily life is to attempt to use less by collecting what others leave behind. I suppose that makes me sort of a scavenger, but I think it’s great! I have pretty much furnished my entire house with things I’ve found. There are things which were given to me and a couple things I’ve actually bought, but I generally only buy used things. blah blah blah.

    I used all this percussion stuff from years of collection and finally made samples of them all. I will probably make the sample suite available to the public as well, following this project. My daughter helped me record all the little sounds which make up my collection. She and her best friend also did me the favor of singing backup on the chorus for the full song (which I’ll be posting in the next day or two)… I think they’re cute as cute can be. I had trouble not putting every little noise they made on this recording. Everything a little child does is pure gold!

    I was listening back to this without vocals and without other instruments, and I just had to share it with you all. I just love the groove of it, and when you hear the song it goes with, you’ll be like, “how does that fit the song?” … but somehow it does. 🙂

  • Song #19 – Hi5

    So, life happens.  We cannot predict the occurrences in our lives, and though we may have realistic plans, it’s doubtless that things will interrupt these plans once in a while.  This week’s song is not part of the #100songs project because I’ve had personal stuff to deal with, the main thing being that my 8 year old daughter has been suffering from a couple different ailments, and I’ve had to keep her home from school a few days this week.  Family first, as they say.  I’m blessed to have her in my life, and she’s a great kid.  She was very understanding and even helped me a bit this week, but I still haven’t gotten anywhere near done with the song which I had set out to complete this week, “Garbage Night.”  A lot of people at recent concerts have loved that song, so I really wanted to get it done so those people could listen to it.  Alas!  It will have to wait till next week.  In searching for something to replace it, so I could at least make good on my song a week release promise, I discovered a handful of old 23 Psaegz songs which have not had their rightful release yet… They’re so old that we seldom play any of them, so I’m putting this one out.  It’s called “Hi5”.  It came from a misunderstanding between I and a friend that led to some negativity and turbulence (which is an unusual thing in my life.  I try to get along with people and remain kind through all circumstances, which most times works fine.)  I’m happy to say that this friend and I are getting along fine now!  This song has a special place in my heart.  I hope you will enjoy it!  It was mixed by Matt Broadstone and performed by 23 Psaegz including Payton Marovich, Laura Lee Jones, Brett Gobe, Carla Bartow, Joyce Britton, Shaun Jones, Regina Huynh, Neeti Fidurko, and Shannon Scally in 2011.

    https://soundcloud.com/23psaegz/hi5/s-xY4He

    High Five – © ⓟ 2014 Seth Faergolzia, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

    Opened the vent
    An event for composing

    Oh no, the anger, I’m sorry
    It’s hard to see you as a real person
    Oh no, not anger, I’m sorry
    It’s hard to see you as a real person

    This broken high five
    You’re in there
    I know you’re alive
    Each broken high five
    You’re in there
    I know you’re alive

    Get some wood glue
    To clump the crack up
    Glue together this broken five
    We’ll slap our hands together
    When it’s all over
    Yeah it’s alright
    Yeah it’s alright

    You’re alive
    You’ve just fallen down
    Take some time
    It will work it out
    All in time
    It will work it out

    This broken high five
    You’re in there
    I know you’re alive
    We’ll slap our hands together
    When it’s all over
    Yeah it’s alright
    Yeah it’s alright

    1-2-3-4-5…

    (Improvised song part “Cloun Drip”)

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    A silly, blurry pic of the band that performed this song.

  • Song #17 – Hot Sh!t 4eva

    Splendiferously bubbling heart goobers!  It’s a great delight to finish this one.  This started at a 23 Psaegz rehearsal sometime late last year.  We were once a very large band, but in recent months we’ve been going through changes, sometimes smaller rehearsals have led to strange collaborations like this one.  There were four of us, I think, Laura Lee Jones, Joseph Schmidlin, Brett Gobe, Reilly Cook and myself (though my memory imagines one more person there).  We made this funny waltz in 7.  If that weren’t strange enough, my friend Dan Sieradski of the Self Agency (without whom, this website would not exist) and I were having a conversation regarding the nature of hip hop.  He said to me hip hop must be in 4/4 time.  I challenged him and said that hip hop simply hasn’t had much stuff in odd time signatures, but it doesn’t HAVE to be in 4/4.  He disagreed vehemently.  I had to meet the challenge, and how better than with a waltz in 7??  This one is kind of a 7/4 waltz, well actually it’s in 7/8 at 78bpm, haha.  I think I’ve risen to the challenge.  Hopefully you all will agree.  I think it’s worked out amazingly.  Supreme inspiration comes from visiting unknown worlds.  I hope you’ll enjoy it!   There’s reference to a tape I made about 30 years ago with a friend, my first recorded compositions under the title, “Masters of the Universe.”  I probably have the only surviving copy of that stuff (thankfully).  I hope this one will put a smile on your face.  My thoughts and prayers go out to the folks struggling in Baltimore and Nepal this week.

    https://soundcloud.com/23psaegz/hot-sht-4eva/s-KAUft

    Hot Sh!t 4eva – © ⓟ 2014 Seth Faergolzia, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

    Hot Shit, foreva

    Hot shit, oh!  Alright

    Hot Shit Foreva!

    Woowoowoo

    Hot Shit, yeah!  Foreva!

    Yeah yeah yeah

     

    This is not hip-hop

    Who let that beat drop?

    Who dropped the beat?

    That wasn’t me.

    I been making music since I was 3

    Writing rhymes since I’s a teen

    Day of LL, Fatboys, Run DMC

    Later Public Enemy

    Recorded my first demo, “Masters of the Universe” in a karaoke mall booth

    Hadn’t even got me last adult tooth yet

    But that’s youth, Brett

    They grab ahold and do without a clue.

     

    Hot Shit, foreva

    Hot shit, oh!  Alright

    Hot Shit Foreva!

    Woowoowoo

    Hot Shit, yeah!  Foreva!

    Yeah yeah yeah

     

    Yeah Yeah

    When I get an A for thinking

    It’s not like I did anything

    I was like, “Kafoolduboppylee duffle, Kafoolduboppylee duffle!”

    I said, “Kafoolduboppylee duffle”

    They said, “Hot Shit, Yeah”

    I was like, “not hot yet”

    I was just getting started

    Building this mechanized heart of gold

    Just wait till I’m old

    That shit will unfold

    Splendiferously bubbling with butterfly shoulders

    and trousers of cloud unfurling

    Like they plowed the sky with giant horse drawn jacuzzis on maximum spin

    You win, my twin, let it begin, ain’t no sin, just dive in, let it begin

    You win, my friend, let it begin, ain’t no sin, just dive in, let it begin, my friend

     

    Hot Shit, foreva

    Hot shit, oh!  Alright

    Hot Shit Foreva!

    Woowoowoo

    Hot Shit, yeah!  Foreva!

    Yeah yeah yeah

     

    I’m seeing double

    Troubled inside

    Thoughts collide

    a husband and bride

    Full of narcissistic pride

    how far is this ride?

    I wanta get off

    I hack and cough

    I’m actin’ rough

    I puff my chest and raise my shoulders up

    I ain’t no pup, I am a dog

    I poop a log

    The Bane of Paul Bunyan

    The rain that made you run in

    The pain that put your thumb in

    Your mouth is always running

    But not a word of it is cunning

    It’s like drool from a fool

    Forming a pool atop the Bunyan Stool

    I sometimes think it sounds like a muppet singing,

    “Kafoolduboppylee duffle, Kafoolduboppylee duffle!”

     

    Hot Shit, foreva

    Hot shit, oh!  Alright

    Hot Shit Foreva!

    Woowoowoo

    Hot Shit, yeah!  Foreva!

    Yeah yeah yeah

     

  • Song #16 – I Want It Easy

    I’m in the middle of organizing over 40 people for 3 different projects.  I’m starting a choir, a wind/horn section for my band 23 Psaegz, and a crew of people to make and operate puppets for my rock opera performance this summer.  A ton of work… so, I’m cheating a little this week and giving you guys a previously unreleased song, but it’s not part of the #100songs I wrote in the end of last year.  I hope you will forgive me!  I’m overwhelmed, but I still want to make good on my promise of a new song each week.  This is one I recorded as part of my solo album, Doubting Won’t Do.  I had to cut one song to make that album the right length… Here it is, complete with a piece of art by Adam Green, my good friend who generously donated some of his artwork to the album cover.

    https://soundcloud.com/23psaegz/i-want-it-easy/s-gKZJD

  • Song #15 – High Diver

    Collaboration! So in the process of writing #100songs I took all sorts of routes to a finished work each day. This one was a collaboration of sorts. Laura Lee Jones offered me a packet of poems she had written as fodder for my process, and I accepted. I’ve always had trouble reading poetry even though I write quite a bit. I’m more of a fantasy / sci fi novel sorta guy… This process has helped me to dig pretty deeply into a poem that wasn’t my own. Laura is a great artist, whatever she sets her mind to. These lyrics inspired what I believe to be an awesome song… and it’s interesting that I did more vocal affectation with this one, I think because I didn’t have to focus on the personal meaning I was putting into it. I kept it simple with the production because the voices seemed enough. I hope you’ll enjoy this one as much as I do!

    https://soundcloud.com/23psaegz/high-diver/s-kVnx5

    HIGH DIVER – © ⓟ 2014 Seth Faergolzia, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
    LYRICS BY LAURA LEE JONES

    first perched and stretched:

    long arcs of the limbs extended

    the the sudden jump

    body folds into itself

    into the shape

    of an arrow head

    into a fetal pose

    toes pointed

    spiraling plunging replacing air water

    body eliminated

    from its first version

    somehow lost in a moment of weightless

    space — released

    becomes a polished stone

    armed with the substance

    of speed or the moving waves

    somehow the proclivity of a dive

    the long plummet somehow a bird and fish at once

  • Song #14 – Running Blood

    This week’s song is a quiet and calming one. I’m happy when I’m able to write something like this; it brings me the same calm, and life has been hectic for me lately so it comes in handy! The instrument I’ve used came right after Christmas 2014. Laura’s mother had given her this chime thing for the holiday and Laura suggested I try writing something on it. Since I was about 90 songs into the 100songs project I was quite open to the idea of doing anything new. New instrument can sometimes mean a different sort of inspiration. This beaut came out of that effort. It’s always nice to spend time on a new instrument. You learn things about music in general. I try not to spread myself too thin with tons of different instruments, but it sure is nice to see what I can do with something unfamiliar. I hope you’ll enjoy this as much as I do!

    https://soundcloud.com/23psaegz/running-blood/s-T50pD

    RUNNING BLOOD – © ⓟ 2014 Seth Faergolzia, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

    Running blood, across generations
    How our love crosses generations
    Transcends time, pass from life to life
    Family line, bloods entwine

    Bloods entwine, mix from race to race
    Bloods combine, blend from face to face
    Every line is a joy to trace
    Back over time, Bloods entwine

    Combine with every race
    Combine with every face
    form from every face into one

    If we can keep it in our heads
    Then we can keep it in our hearts
    And our mind will combine to one
    We will return back to one

    Don’t hurt your brother
    He may one day help you out
    Don’t harm your sister
    She knows what your life’s about
    Treat him kind, treat her kind
    Treat them well, they’re your blood
    Running blood

  • Song #12 – Bobble People

    This one was a doozy. It actually still is a doozy, but in a different way. I’m starting to get into the material I haven’t gotten to work on previous to the recording project, so what I’m doing each week is to learn the song from the original sketch recording, getting it to performance level, then recording it in my studio. This one was different though; it had so many parts that to memorize it all in a matter of days was impossible so I recorded it section by section then edited it all together in the studio. A bit of cheating, but I really had no choice in the situation. This song is still a doozy because it is a part of my humor that not many people get to see (because, believe it or not, I am a bit shy until I get really comfortable around someone). I’m a little scared to release this one because of its irreverence and ridiculous stance, but I think it’s important because part of this project of writing #100songs involved writing whatever I felt at any moment then seeing it through to the end. I love this song, don’t get me wrong; I just worry that I might lose some subscribers because of the content! haha. That being said, have a listen and enjoy! Please commment and tell me what you think this story is about.

    https://soundcloud.com/23psaegz/bobble-people/s-3qqWd

    BOBBLE PEOPLE – © ⓟ 2014 Seth Faergolzia, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

    My bowels just emptied completely, testicle

    And when the world doesn’t care, oo, how does this affect me?
    Bawk Bukawk

    If I don’t care about the world it won’t attack again
    I’m broke, it won’t attack
    I’ve grown, I’m good to go, don’tcha know?
    Headed to the Poconos for a swim in the snow
    Feel the wind blow, Glowing from a trim to my fro
    Oh no! Don’t throw that mohawk down
    This town ain’t big enough for another shortly shorn bro with a frown
    Don’t throw that mohawk down, don’t cut it down, no, bro

    Wiccans are headed my way, the Wiccans are headed my way
    Don’t know what I done but they after me!
    Not really sure what I’ll say when they come up to me
    Probably be like, “Hey, nice day, what’dya say?
    Is it time that I pay? or am I craycray?”
    Thinking this is the day that they came for me
    My body will spray uncontrollably all over the place
    Like a lawn blazer, a lawnblazer, now there’s a nice idea!

    Believe it or not, Wiccans aren’t really evil like you think
    They just wanna coexist and subsist on nuts and berries like the rest of us
    If you put one of them next to a Christian or a Buddhist
    And stripped them of their external layers
    You’d find they were players, fucking players like the rest of us

    If you get right down to it sharks just want to be loved
    They didn’t choose the teeth they were given to chew
    There was no choice in the chew
    They didn’t choose those sharp fucking teeth to rip flesh with
    There was no choice in the chew
    So next time you go and judge a book by its cover
    Just give it a hug and hope you don’t see blood
    It’s always important to never remember
    There was no choice in the chew
    There was no choice in the chew, uh!

    Bobble People
    When you bobble too many people

  • Song #11 – Cowgirl

    This one was pretty fun to write and has become a fan favorite even without the recording.  People come up to me after shows quite often saying they loved that song Cowgirl.  Haha.  If they only knew.  I actually just made this one up while driving around in the car with my daughter and Laura.  I was joking around.  My daughter kept on saying, “Cowboy!” but I insisted that I was a cowgirl, not a cowboy.  I just recorded it onto my phone for the memory, but it stuck in my head so when I arrived home I started developing it.  All the songs this month are loop songs, meaning I wrote them using a loop pedal. I have also kept to a “voice only” rule system, meaning I am only singing, but I’m using some effects and the loop pedal. The outcome is choral, a capella insanity! Once in a while there’s a song I don’t really care about at the start that through development becomes one of my favorites.  This is one of those. It was just me goofing off, but it grew.  I also have a nifty dance to this one.  I’m hoping I can get together with some videographer friends of mine to make a dance video to this.  I was thinking it’s about time I write my first line dance 😉

    COWGIRL – © ⓟ 2014 Seth Faergolzia,  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

    I am a cowgirl staying out late

    I am a cowgirl feeling really great

    I am a cowgirl dressed so fine

    I stay out til nine!

     

    I am a cowgirl riding my steed

    I am a cowgirl ride it with speed

    I can do anything I want

    Cowgirl, cowgirl, cowgirl

     

    I am a cowgirl riding with a cowboy

    Ride that steed till the setting sun

    dig our heels in and get the colt to run

     

    I am a cowgirl, wear a nice vest

    I am a cowgirl, never take a rest

    Ride across the plains right into the wild west

    I ride into the sunset,  what I do best.

    Cowgirl, cowgirl, cowgirl

     

    I am a cowgirl, feeling really cool

    I am a cowgirl, it’s what I like to do

    I am a cowgirl, really really great

    I am a cowgirl, super super late

     

    Clippitty cloppitty clippity cloo, rollin’ down a horse on a road, yo!

     

    I am a cowgirl feeling really great

    I am a cowgirl staying out late

    I am a cowgirl dressed so fine

    I stay out till nine!

     

  • Loop #2 – Booma

    I’m beginning to have quite a bit of improvised material to give to the higher level subscribers. I hope you all enjoy this stuff. It’s made up on the spot and then mixed simply so that I can put an extra out every once in a while. I’ve got a whole pile of these things! Enjoy!
    Download Right-click and select “Save as…”

  • Song #10 – Row, Row, Row (aka Singing Through My Nose)

    Recording and mixing live vocal looping is harder than one might think! Creating the sound of a live performance; it’s off the page…

    One fifth through the project for this year! I’ve made good on my promise of a new recording every week. I hope you folks will spread the word. I’d like to keep this independent of other large money making subscription sites etc, but I need exposure. Here’s the video link if you’d like to help out by sharing: https://youtu.be/72Blw9SnU18

    To the song! I’ve had an interesting time getting the sounds I want out of the loop pedal. From live to studio is no easy feat! I’m glad to say Row, Row, Row (aka Singing Through My Nose) feels good enough to put up this week. It’s taken on a slightly different life since, in the studio, I can easily add things. I did stay within the borders of “voice only” which means everything on this track is my voice, though there are effects on parts of it.

    I’d like to especially thank Laura Lee Jones this week.  She has been incredibly supportive through this process, which has not been easy.

    I’m trying out Soundcloud this week for the project. Please let me know if it works ok for you. You can download the track up at the right hand corner of the player.

    https://soundcloud.com/23psaegz/row-row-row/s-oFIbb

    Row, Row, Row (aka Singing Through My Nose) – © ⓟ 2014 Seth Faergolzia ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

    You name the date, I’ll name the place
    You wear a hat, I’ll wear the face
    And when you’re rowing, I’ll do the yelling
    Row, Row, Row, Row
    And when you’re yelling, I’ll do the rowing

    Singing through my nose, you know how it goes
    Wading through water and lillypads are tickling my toes

    Never mind you what I said
    Soon your eyes be turning red
    from the books I told you
    Thought you woulda knowed you
    But I had to scold you for the hold you had around my neck
    had your fingers wrapped around my neck
    And there’s no excuse for what you did
    But it is in my nature as a friend to forgive and forget
    Forgive and forget
    Just let it go, let it go, let it go
    We all make mistakes, we are human made out of mistake
    Just let it go, let it go and give ’em a break

    Forgive and forget, just let it go