frightened rabbit song

You know, it’s no secret that I am living in my parents’ basement.

But what you don’t know is that,  in order to get to my room, I walk through what I affectionately refer to as the dog room. And well, I love those dogs, I really do, but they smell. And they are large. And since there is so much of them, that can equal a lot of smell.

And the basement, it’s not exactly beautiful. It’s been lived in, yes; but there’s no carpet, the walls are sort of stripped away, it’s cold, and have I mentioned it kind of smells?

Like dogs.

Two of the nicest dogs you’ll ever meet, but still.

But then I open up the door to what everyone around here calls The Suite and it’s like I’ve been transported to a new world. The first thing I notice is warmth. And then light, cause the walls are painted this cheerful color that is soft and welcoming and with just enough hint of rose to make you wonder what you could have said to make the hallway blush.

It was probably my pop, though; he does love to tease.

But it’s very nice here. Not out there so much, but here. It’s a little sanctuary and I am grateful for it.

And well, the suite is to the basement as music is to my life.

It’s another little sanctuary in the midst of a situation that smells and feels like crap. And that’s what tonight was all about–recording music, I mean, not smelling and feeling like crap.

Not tonight, anyway.

Shane and I are working on putting some songs on an EP so we can hand it out to as many people as we can. We still don’t have a name for our band, but that certainly doesn’t keep us from playing music.

So this is a song that Shane wrote on his little mandolin that says aloha and everything. Though he’ll probably be upset that I wrote that part about aloha; he doesn’t like that his mandolin is stuck in a perpetual greeting, I guess, and has mentioned that to me before.

Oh, and Shane is playing every instrument you hear.

He’s stupid talented like that.

Except, of course, he’s not the one snapping. That’s all me. I will say that he did try to snap along, but since we only had one pair of headphones and, as the lead snapper (have I mentioned I have a wicked snap?), of course I got to wear them. So I tried to cue him silently as to when the first chorus kicked in, but it didn’t work. I’d never before seen a snap have a stutter but now I am pretty sure that I have. Let’s just say that after that little fiasco, he left the snapping to me.

Naturally.

Anyway, listen.

And try not to be jealous of my mad snapping skills.

frightened rabbit song