Hey boys and girls
I will have totally new stuff to share in the new year. Mastering is go for Album #2. Until then, I have just uploaded this live version of one of my songs to Soundcloud. Some of you may have downloaded it already (it's a free EP download at my site,
www.jamesnighthawk.com - errr, is it still a sales pitch if it is free?!
)
Anyway, I play this one live a lot as it is great fun to play...
To a well behaved audience, I play it much as you hear here. Soft and loud combined. To a rowdier crowd, I strum hard and sing loud! Covers both situations
As such, in way of review, any comments on how me+my guitar can deliver this song appreciated. I like the Dylan approach of song's "changing" over time, stops me getting board with them. Tweaks to try to my performance welcome.
I got lots of mixed comments about the lyric of this one when i posted it first time over a year ago. It's a quirky one. I won't bring up the points, as I wonder if the acoustic rendition will affect people's thoughts?
The live version:
https://soundcloud.com/jamesnighthawk/ftw-live-and-acousticAlbum Version (for reference/those new to it):
https://soundcloud.com/jamesnighthawk/ftw---
#ftw
Hello from your good friend
Your friend just across town
We speak online daily
This ol’ life gets you down
A forward attachment
Breaks the working day blues
Harmless distraction
Full of harmless abuse
How r u doin’?
How have u been?
You reply with a smiley face
For the Win
So through web casts and forecasts
Our social skills stay on parole
Now our lives become hands off
As I laugh my ass off, So droll
We recount our nights out
We leave half the vowels out
Linguistic undoing,
Or modern renewing?
Who knows…
MySpace is my virtue
My home page adorned
With a little “Too much info”
We could not forewarn
Lo, stalkers and slackers
Identity fraud
But who’s really loosing face
In technology’s war?
So we roll on the floor
As we all laugh out loud
What’s so wrong?
We bookmark the pages
This R.S.S living’s ‘da bomb’
Our high speed connection
An imperial direction
To a world of false living
Where all love and all giving
Is gone, gone, gone…
Now the Day’s over
All life can begin
Skip on to our happy homes
For The Win