From the “Something New” EP, this song is actually one of the first songs written on guitar for Jackass Penguins, way back in 1994. I need to find the version with Alayne on vocals. She really dug this song.
Tag: indie
A simple acoustic song from the 1996 “Emptiness” album. Written about routine blue-collar life before I was even out of high school. Still rings true, although I do make a little more than minimum wage now.
From the amazing “Strand” album comes this soundscape. The song features backwards vocals & guitar and forwards clarinet and tambourine. The things you can do with a cassette recorder that digital recording wishes it could do. Enjoy.
This incidentally marks our 50th song that we have shared on Tumblr. Although we have this song already on Soundcloud, I felt we needed a strong showing for #50. From Side B of the Interstate album comes this track featuring the talented Alayne along with the underappreciated Dead Milkmen track “Vince Lombardi Service Center”. Enjoy!
The grand finale for the “Crude Hoyle” album by Diskovepher. Using only a drum, vocals and cassette players, this song’s background humming borrows heavily from U2’s “Babyface”. The album this is taken from enjoyed a cult following at Arlington High School.
Here is a different version of Stolen Shoes from the Not An Album album. This song has always had a crappy ending, but it’s still catchy while it lasts.
One of a few songs in the JP catalog that doesn’t feature Derrick at all. This seemed appropriate today, if not for the subtle reminder to go get your free slurpees before they run out of cups. I don’t want any of you to become the subject of this song. From the Interstate album, which showcased how much better a musician Alayne was than Derrick at the time.
I could never scream the way I did in this song ever again. It’s crazy that my voice was even capable of going that high. The song didn’t have a name until after it was recorded. Enjoy.
One of the fluffiest songs in the JP catalog, which is appropriate, since it’s about birds. Enjoy.
A furious song that struggles to hold itself together, but one of my favorite to play. Written about stopping to get gas in Cuyama on the way to Santa Maria. Not sure why this evoked such an angst-filled response, but it works for me.