Insert Call (Mine Is You).mp3

Hey guys, here's some music from a cool guy, Matthew Treon. He's created something ambient and atmospheric and he's been kind enough to let me share it with you. Thanks Matt. Dig that sound! Click the link to hear the song!

sounds: singing.mp4

Hey, listen up. Click the link.

"I smell a cheap blog crossover"

i wanted to say thanks for the great show this past saturday and also find a way to plug the new muzak over at the barnyard blog -- so here we go -- Chris Daily's "More Genius By The Pound"

New Album for a New Year!

I finally completed work (with production assistance from my brother Chris) on a new CD. It's called "Waiting Game Blues." Complete artwork and outtakes can be heard on the Barnyard Music blog...Below is the album in full:

music news

Daily Brothers have news:

*a tune from my SONG AFTER SONG album is on KUT's mixtape, http://texasmusicmatters.kut.org/mixtape/

*barnyardmusic.blogspot.com now has 2 full length Chris Daily LP's available to listen to for ear hole pleasuring

*music blog, http://homemade-lofi-psychedelic.blogspot.com/ - will feature a Plastic Uno (band) [an early Daily bros. duo] song titled, "One Nation Under a Poncho" on an upcoming compilation due sometime this xmas season

*both Chris and I have new CDs in the finishing stages of production that will be available in Jan. - so here's to 2009!!!

sounds of chaos/the possibilities of a new tomorrow

hello...election day provides some of us the chance to say goodbye to the previous president's mistakes and hope for something better (even if that is a very very small hope)...so I dug into the Barnyard vaults for this free noise jazz jam...this was recorded without politics in mind, but it can also be heard as a farewell to the past...

AGITATIO PARKBENCH

Sugar Daddy (click to download)

Last weekend I was a participant and aid to a recording session with my brother Chris that took place at my home and I was reminded of the good fun old times of home music production. My brother has quite a collection of new tunes (see posts: “welcome another new face at the bla blog,” & “Beelzebub”)and I was really impressed with the inventive instrumentation of his new recording. I’ve also been listening to an amazing set of CDs that got me back in the mindset of a music maker. Hearing Brian Wilson’s command in the studio on the Pet Sounds Sessions or the genius improvisation of Albert Ayler on the Holy Ghost box set has made me revisit some of my own music. I generally dislike my songs, but do end up listening to the ones that I have a strange fondness for repeatedly. "Sugar Daddy" is one such song. This track comes from an EP recorded a couple of summers ago. It features Chris and me playing in a crazy country punk rock weirdo groove style. The lyrics are mostly nice non-sense almost meaningful phrases I wrote back in college. It took a long time to get a listenable recording down. Dig the viola played by Chris!

One more teaser before the start of a wonderful weekend…We austinnewblogger’s/Boho Coco’s will be hosting a reading at the end of October. We will be giving more details as the date approaches, but let this be stated now, it will be a good time. We’re planning something special and different from the previous readings. So I hope all of you can attend this event. Thanks and good day -J

Sugar Daddy

Lick the face of yr sugar daddy
Remember the Alamo
Drive around in a daze
For days upon days before you know just where ya goin'...how ya gonna get home?

Fall has fallen send me a kiss
Give me all yr hieroglyphs
I don’t read, I don’t give a damn
Divorce the lawyer and live with me in my golden cardboard alley mansion

Room for two
Room for three
Room for four
Room for five

Thanks to you I’m barely alive

Lick the face of yr sugar daddy
Remember the Alamo
Drive around in a daze
For days upon days before you know just where ya goin'...how ya gonna get home?

Jeff and his bro

Here we see one Jeff Daily playing his song "Oh You!" with his younger brother Chris. Look out, when Jeff steps aside...who's that hiding behind the bearded Boho?

America

By the popular demand of myself, here are the tasty lyrical tidbits of the song "America" (see previous entry):

Land of the free, home of the brave
Pray to the Constitution in order to be saved
There's nothing more American than that waving flag
than a wing-spread bald eagle wearing a stars 'n' stripes do-rag.

America, America, America
America

Well you can die hard or live free
under representative democracy
and if you offend me I am going to fight you
it's my Constitutional, fundamental right to.

America, America, America
America

Vote early, vote often
I voted at birth and I'll vote in the coffin.
There's nothing more to add to make America great
except to annex the whole world as our 51st state.

America, America, America
America

welcome another new face at the bla blog

Hey, here's Jeff Dangerous' brother, Chris Daily, folking up the Domy Bookstore with his awesome song, "America." He sure is a dapper gent, ain't he?

Beelzebub (Jeff's Dream) [click here]

This is the Chris Daily version. Groove on the sweet music!

demo: Beelzebub (Jeff's Dream) [click here]

A few weeks ago I dreamed that my old high school friend David and I (let me direct you to the Restless Stags & Clean Wrinkles links on our blog roll) were in an eight person folk rock choir. We were performing in a small room and I sang this song:

Once I had a girl, she was devil
Once I had a girl, she wasn’t on the level
She was Beelzebub
Yeah, yeah oh yeah

I had a friend, his name was Lucifer
I had a friend, he reminded me of her
He was Beelzebub
Yeah, yeah oh yeah

The song, as I remembered it when I woke up, was kinda blues folky with a minor key feel. I demoed the tune as a simple two chord thing on my 8-track in my apt. Then I sent the demo to Chris Daily. He took what I did and improved it. He added wonderful musical touches and some killer guitar playing. Listen to the demo first then give your ears a treat by playing the Chris Daily version.

Derailed on the Train Bound for Glory (mp3)

Today's post is a special one. Musician Chris Daily is going to be performing a unique solo set of tunes at the Domy Books event that we keep telling you fools about that will take place Aug 30th/8pm. Chris is working on a still untitled new CD in his one man production studio in the suburbs of Dallas/Ft. Worth. I've been lucky enough to hear some of the early demos for this CD and it should be at least as good as the last four albums. Ha! Chris's music is a strange beautiful combination of a vast array of musical influences somehow sorted out through precise home studio tinkering. If you think Lee Hazlewood, Tim Buckley, Miles Davis, Warren Zevon, Grateful Dead, Van Dyke Parks, Harry Nilsson, and The Band is weird group just get ready for the mp3 available above. Have a fine weekend groovin' on this sweet jam.

Who's that by the fridge?

Jeff Barnyard Daily presents another awesome song for you live from his kitchen. Watch out for the frozen pizza! Yoicks!

Chemical Tambourine

Woke up underneath a flat bed truck
Smelling of gasoline and bad luck
Couldn't find my shirt, what the hell happened to my shoes
All I had left were the blue jean blues

Then it hit me
It must have been she
Then I remembered
The month of December

Sat on the curb watching the drunks stumble around
My head needed healing, I needed a new sound
I sat with a soul expired
I saw her when the night became wired

That's when she called to me
It was all I could do just to follow

She waved a chemical tambourine
Beating out a rhythm clear and pristine
She waved a chemical tambourine
I love her jingle jangle magazine

Love is the First Song (mp3)

Time for more music!

Love is the First Song

You get a job
So we can take a vacation
To a far away land
You’ll be beautiful
I can write a song
About your beauty
Oh how I wanna hold your hand

Love revolves around our ups
Our headaches and our downs
Love involves you and me
And it surrounds everything

Baby let’s play house
You can be the mom
I’ll be the dad
We can’t go wrong
You are wonderful
As I sing my song
Come home soon
Please don’t take too long

Love revolves around our ups
Our headaches and our downs
Love involves you and me
And it surrounds everything

Love is the first song of every new year (4x)

You get a job
So we can take a vacation
To a far away land
You’ll be beautiful
I can write a song
About your beauty
Oh how I wanna hold your hand

Love revolves around our ups
Our headaches and our downs
Love involves you and me
And it surrounds everything

Love is the first song of every new year (4x)

Closing Time (mp3)

Remember that dream I had where I played in White Denim? (Let me refer you guys to my post under the "ramblings" section concerning said dream) Anyway, I dreamed the music and lyrics to this song called CLOSING TIME, and I finally got around to recording it exactly as I heard it in my head. This is 47 seconds of "punk rock."

Oh You (mp3)

This is a tune from my one and only LP SONG AFTER SONG. This track also has an upcoming video post courtesy of Chris so keep yr eyes open and yr ears peeled.

OH YOU

Lost and lonely strumming blue
Until I met a girl named You
I wrote an awful lot of songs (2x)
I didn’t know they were awful
Until I sang along, yeah

Oh, you occupy my every thought
Oh, you I want to give you what you haven’t got
Oh, you – oh, you

My mouth hates the words I say
I think my thoughts are worse anyway
I'm full of emotion
Full of emotion, I dare not let on
In my dreams I turn around you’re gone – don’t turn around (2x)

Oh, you occupy my every thought
Oh, you I want to give you what you haven’t got
Oh, you – oh, you

Careful “Caution” tape is yellow
Been happy since you said, “hello.”
Happiness never suited me (2x)
But happy I’m-a-gonna try to be
The suffering artist is a bore (2x)

Oh, you occupy my every thought
Oh, you I want to give you what you haven’t got
Oh, you – oh, you

Shake Me (mp3)

I have a set of new songs that I will be sharing in the coming weeks. They are loud and technicolor.

Shake Me

I’m a sleepwalker
Not a sweet talker
Not a shock rocker
I’m as ordinary as they come

I try not to try
I dare not die
I dare not cry
Call me a revolutionary

Please mama shake me
I need to feel awake
I don’t know what it will take
So please mama shake

Swimming in a coma sea
Don’t know what I wanna be
Not sure I’m even me
Can you relate to this at all?

I’m whistling in rounds
Not making pretty sounds
A-walking tired grounds
Like Ian I am screaming

Please mama shake me
I need to feel awake
I don’t know what it will take
So please mama shake

I’m not the worst
I always finish first
I feel like I’m cursed
When you aim at nothing you hit nothing

Please mama shake me
I need to feel awake
I don’t know what it will take
So please mama shake

Me and Jeff down by the schoolyard

Hey guys, here is a video of Jeff Barnyard playing "Jonesin' for Some Loving" in the backseat of me and Erin's car. Sorry for the wall'o'sound!

here are the lyrics:
I'm jonesin' for some love
I'm jonesin' for some love
The only thing I think of
When will I score some love

Can't get it on the streets
Can't buy it in the stores
Can't learn it from Jesus
Can't catch it from the whores

I'm jonesin' for some love
I'm jonesin' for some love
The only thing I think of
When will I score some love

The Stranger (mp3)

I consider myself a songwriter. THE STRANGER was written back in Nov. 2007. I recorded this in my apt. on a Tascam digital 8-track by myself under winter grey skies.

The Stranger

I heard songs of love and hate yesterday
I couldn’t seem to chase them blues away
I couldn’t find the words to make you stay
I heard songs of love and hate yesterday

I was in a stranger’s strange old car
I asked if it was too early to go to a bar
He said, “it’s never too early.” I strummed my guitar
I was in a stranger’s strange old car

The downtown was not grey it was blue
The shaking skyscrapers reminded me of you
People everywhere looked sad - I didn’t know what to do
The downtown was not grey it was blue

At the corner of 6th and main my heart began to ache
The pain was almost too much for me to take
The stranger wore a smile – I knew it was a fake
At the corner of 6th and main my heart began to ache

To the stranger I asked, “when will we be where we need to be?”
“Soon,” he said, “but forget all that you may see.”
I asked him where he was from he said a state called Misery
To the stranger I asked, “when will we be where we need to be?”