Electronic Music, Mitch Murder, and Apple Music Embedding Code

 I'm into "electronic" music.  I've been a Depeche Mode fan forever.  I've loved stuff from Erasure and Pet Shop Boys.  Sometimes, Tears for Fears was confused with Depeche Mode.  So, as a test of Apple Music's embedding code, here's an electronic band remaking the biggest hit of Tears for Fears:

In 2016, I was introduced to Mitch Murder, who wrote the soundtrack for a ridiculous movie called Kung Fury.  It's free on YouTube.  And here's the soundtrack via YouTube:

Mitch Murder is amazing.  He's dynamic and retro, but so talented on sounds and how to make it not sound too redundant, which many electronic bands struggle with (me included).

I haven't recorded any new music in a while, but I have some ideas I want to work on and complete.  Anyway, this was just a quick break at work and a change to see if the Apple Music embedding code works.  Now sure it really does. 

Balboa Cactus

 This one is fun, to me anyway.  I wrote this with GarageBand for iOS using my cell phone.  We were on vacation on Balboa Island in July 2022.  The "cactus" portion of the name came from the shape of the GarageBand instrument sections...kinda looked like a cactus to me.

It’ll Come To Me

 Another GarageBand for iOS creation. Not great but I really like the jazzy organ. I need to either get good software and equipment or realize I’ve settled for mediocrity and stop saying something about it. 

Strings Attached

Another quarantine song. It’s fun to work on these, even though GarageBand of iOS is limited.

New Music Made with GarageBand for iOS

Here's a few songs I've recently done with GarageBand for iOS.  While one of my musical friends keeps telling me I'm limited by what the software/hardware can do/allows, it's a fun pastime.

Jail Mail Poem

by James Guhn

Written on November 27, 2016

I scan inmate mail, reading men’s rhyme attempts,

And think to myself, “these poor girls: getting gypped.”

They drone on and still more about lovin’ and missin’,
With every cliché about huggin’ and kissin’.

From her neck to her nethers, saying things not polite,
These men of the jail think their ladies delight.

But all I can hope is these women turn ill,

As my stomach contents, my mouth they do fill.

Please stop writing nonsense ‘bout your lady’s looks.
When all you are asking is for money on your books.

And if she’s too foolish to see through your con,
Remember she’s sleeping with others while you’re gone.