Here’s a place where if you send me a little dough, I’ll mail you vinyl. Venmo, Paypal, cash in the mail, cookies delivered to my house, and favors are all accepted. Drop me a line anytime if you have questions.
On The Pedestrian Side lp
Angela Sawyer Croaks lp
Negative One 7 inch
Local Boston hardcore band of which I am the singer, with lyrics inspired entirely by the shittiest scene punks in the area. Official bio:
*THIS BAND IS FULL OF UNFAIR, ARROGANT, INSENSITIVE ASSHOLES WHO WILL NOT PAY ATTENTION TO YOUR SPECIAL FEELINGS.
*THIS BAND BEGAN AFTER SEVERAL SPECIFIC, REAL-LIFE PEOPLE IN BOSTON RUINED A LONGSTANDING UNDERGROUND MUSIC VENUE. YOU ARE PROBABLY ONE OF THEM SO FUCK YOU.
If you like digital albums, you can go hear my hardcore band, Negative One.
Duck That Eggs
Here’s a long-in-the-making record by my improv trio where everybody plays game calls (the little plastic toys that hunters use to make animals come close enough to shoot). Steve Norton & Josh Jefferson are flat-out astonishing players who both make horrific scatalogical noises on a variety of odd reed instruments, including baritone sax, bass clarinet, etc. They’re both super quick, and I spend most of my time in the band just trying to keep up with them. Lots of hook-and-eye structures and, at least on my part, attempts to rip off Mauricio Kagel’s ‘Exotica’. Mostly recorded in the tiny secret dungeon underneath Weirdo, and paid for with the bits & donations we got from playing basements, living rooms, & neglected public buildings around Boston over the last few years.
Preggy Peggy & the Lazy Babymakers City That Bleeds lp
Solo vocals by me, the owner of Weirdo. Little while back I went to Baltimore for a few days to play at the long running High Zero festival. Since I very rarely got time away from my desk, it seemed like an opportune time to make a record. So I did that while sitting inside my rental car. It was hot in there, quiet & humid outside, and the kids and moms walking by on the leafy sidewalk gave me some pretty funny looks. I used a digital handheld recorder, my phone as 2nd recorder/delay pedal, and a laptop to clean things up a bit while waiting around at the festival. Atmospheric if you keep the volume low, a little scarier if you turn it up, and it’s the first lp release that I’ve pressed of my own stuff. Whispers, whoops, gargles & a few doors opening & closing, but otherwise, no instruments & all batteries. Previously on a cassette label in Australia.