Showing posts with label 117th parallel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 117th parallel. Show all posts

Thursday, May 1, 2014

Day 499: 500!


It's been a long and productive trip.  I doubt that I will ever again produce so much music in so short a time.  I will be surprised if anyone I know (or don't know) has actually listened to everything I put out.  It's all been heard, even if only by a few.  Just under 18,000 plays as of today on Soundcloud, so I think I can safely say some people out there were listening.

I want to thank a few people for their encouragement and collaboration during this grand experiment.

Colin Fox (partner in crime in The 117th Parallel)
Frank Georg Lucas (excellent sound designer and composer)
Carl Holmes (awesome supporter)
Inphasouk Inthasomsack (awesome supporter)
Aaron Ciesliga (awesome supporter)
Laura Elvenly (awesome vocal collaborator)

There are a few more I'm probably forgetting, so I'm sorry if I missed you.

The album 500 Days album will be up on Bandcamp in another day or two.  To celebrate I'm making all 5 albums PWYW (Pay What You Want) for a brief period.

Thanks for listening.

Chad J. Taylor



Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Day 215: 117

Have been working on a long-distance collaboration with my friend and writer, Colin Fox, for some time.  This track was an early effort that ended up being an alternate version of a song that will be on our forthcoming album, the 117th Parallel.

Lyrics:
Bowls overflowing with every type of pills one could think of.
Girls dressed like Jesus,
Shirts that answer questions,
Boys with swagger,
Tans like Joseph,
My mind swims across the room,
Some girl in front of me.

Like the super boys who never stop
The special girls who live to shop,
Old men with shark tooth necklaces,
Old women, fading light behind their smile.

Dancing to create the night,
When we move together,
Under threat of terrible silence we turn our music loud,
Under the beat we hypnotize,

Like the super girls who fly at super speed,
Middle aged men who shake from the need,
Sci-fi junkies who inject the idea of a perfect drug into their mind.
Like the super boys who never stop
The special girls who live to shop,
Old men with shark tooth necklaces,
Old women, fading light behind their smile.