ABOUT
Quincy-based amateur guitarist/songwriter/home recordist with a penchant for the Beatlesque and the grotesque. I have an ever-growing set of demo songs (some with lyrics, some without). I also enjoy working on songs with others. Feel free to reach out if you would like to work on writing or playing some music together. I don't have the premium account so I can't send messages. You are welcome to reach out at danielfeltch at ya hoo dot com
- Screen name:
- Danny Feltch
- Member since:
- Jan 09 2021
- Active within 1 week
- Level of commitment:
- Committed
- Years playing music:
- 15
- Gigs played:
- 10 to 50
Influences
Beatles, Beach Boys, Kinks, Elliott Smith, They Might Be Giants, Residents, NRBQ, Pogues, Everly Brothers, Simon & Garfunkel, Elvis Costello and the Attractions, Nick Lowe, Green Day, Descendents, NOFX, Misfits, Dickies, Ramones, Pixies, etc.
Instrument experience:
- Rhythm Guitar:
- Advanced
- Lead Guitar:
- Advanced
- Acoustic Guitar:
- Advanced
- Bass Guitar:
- Moderate
- Keyboard:
- Moderate
- Electronic Music:
- Moderate
- Other Percussion:
- Beginner
EQUIPMENT
Acoustic/electric guitars, bass guitar, keyboard, unsophisticated home recording equipment, various oddball percussion
MUSIC
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Nightmare Projectionist
Nightmare Projectionist"Nightmare Projectionist" She’s your nightmare projectionist Runs the reels you might have missed Never family-friendly flicks Completely obsessed with cryptic horror classics She’s your nightmare projectionist A jump scare here and there But with a surrealist flair She’s your nightmare projectionist Makes it hard to stay asleep Knows just what gives you the creeps Was there a trauma somewhere? Makes sure to find it with surgical care She’s your nightmare projectionist A jump scare here and there but with a surrealist twist She’s your nightmare projectionist Your stomach turns as your body adjourns to bed Your heart miswanders as your brain misponders what she’ll play next inside your head You never paid a dime of admission She runs them as she pleases at her own volition She’s your nightmare projectionist She’s a woman who understands how to make a little boy out of a man She’s your nightmare projectionist You wish she were unemployed But her will won’t be destroyed She’s your nightmare projectionist A jump scare here and there but with a surrealist flair She’s your nightmare projectionist
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Slowly I Taper (Instrumental Demo)
Slowly I Taper (Instrumental Demo)I've been meaning to write words for this one for years, but after failed attempts I decided I'm not going to force it. Here it is as a bombastic and cluttered instrumental.
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Mama Hen Loves Me More (Isolated Guitar & Vocals)
Mama Hen Loves Me More (Isolated Guitar & Vocals)Mr. Dan Attridge of D-Atty's Music Shed fame suggested I try stripped down versions of some of the tunes, so I've isolated vocals and guitar and muted other tracks. It's fun to hear the difference. This is "Mama Hen Loves Me More" I worked on with Brendan Attridge.
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The One Who Loves You More (Isolated Guitar & Vocals)
The One Who Loves You More (Isolated Guitar & Vocals)Mr. Dan Attridge of D-Atty's Music Shed fame suggested I try stripped down versions of some of the tunes, so I've isolated vocals and guitar and muted other tracks. It's fun to hear the difference. This is "The One Who Loves You More" I worked on with Brendan Attridge
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I Also Like Faces (Isolated Acoustic & Vocals)
I Also Like Faces (Isolated Acoustic & Vocals)Mr. Dan Attridge of D-Atty's Music Shed fame suggested I try stripped down versions of some of the tunes, so I've isolated vocals and guitar and muted other tracks. It's fun to hear the difference.
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Sleepless For A Reason
Sleepless For A Reason"Sleepless For A Reason" In the moonlight sits a fool Silhouette in crepuscule My better sense betrayed me For a tempting hot-tempered moment I gave into the primal She packed her bags in final Now however I may try To atone she will Evermore deny And now the room is bare But for me and my dead skin, A lunar projection on an insect’s abandoned exoskeleton She always kept the house lit In the warmest incandescence But it’s since lost its essence Of home in my lonely ghostly presence I misthought that my emotions were amenable Sleepless for a reason I was unreasonable I feel a cold now coming on So unseasonable Sleepless for a reason I was unreasonable I could skewer you with a sharp tongue Burn you in acerbic acid But when it comes to rectification I come across completely flaccid “Don’t you sweat the small stuff” A wise man once said and I know this But he must have never Suffered a bout of hyperhidrosis Resentment builds itself Into an angry ball of hate Metastasized until most Interventions would actuate too late One can read the Stoic thinkers And think they can surmount assent to impression But they’re all left wearing their blinkers When faced with any actual emotional compression I thought that my emotions were amenable Sleepless for a reason I was unreasonable I feel a cold coming on So unseasonable Sleepless for a reason I was unreasonable
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Don't Want To Feel This Anymore
Don't Want To Feel This AnymoreThis song is by Mr. Brendan Attridge with little lyrical contributions here and there on my part. I've taken it into a spouge-inspired arrangement with a fun guitar interlude. We hope he enjoys these artistic liberties. Words: Well I’m not sorry but I sure feel bad Misplaced my silly little soul in a brown paper bag Walking little circles in a skull sized cell Telling myself I’m alright because My holes are hidden well You charm the night By bright moonlight Rob her of her reigns Until your voice is hoarse When asked if you’re satisfied You let out a resounding “Of course!” The truth is that it’s not alright Can’t be your night light I just don’t want to feel this anymore Well I’m not sorry but I sure feel sad I got my head stuck again in a brown paper bag Walking ‘til the bottoms of my feet begin to bleed But then I’ll walk on back because I won’t leave you in need I take my pride in keeping you satisfied It seems to be all a guy like me is good for If you’d be so kind as to unlock the front door I swear to you that I’ll try And since when have I ever sworn? I just don’t want to feel this anymore I just don’t want to feel this anymore Well I’m not sorry but I sure feel bad Misplaced my silly little soul in a brown paper bag Walking little circles in a skull sized cell Decorating all the bars with some whistles and bells You’ve got the key, but I’ve got the charm To take or break you in my shaky arms When asked if you’re satisfied You’ll rebound a resounding “of course” Truth is that you’re not alright But you’ll still stay the troubled course We just don’t want to feel this anymore We just don’t want to feel this anymore We just don’t want to feel this anymore
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Gotta Forget
Gotta ForgetHere's a silly song I wrote a decade ago that I have rehashed per Mr. Daniel Attridge's request (see D-Atty's Music Shed). Yes, I got carried away with the bleep bloops. Words: Despite all your calls Here’s to heart and soul ya Just gotta forget you learned of pareidolia When the clouds take shape They gotta mean something more Than that it’s going to rain And that it’s going to pour On your dreams quite elusive Your theme’s to be reclusive It seems that when you do stuff You ruin everything you do And I do too Here’s to heart and soul ya Just gotta forget you learned of pareidolia When the clouds take shape They gotta mean something more Than that it’s going to rain And that it’s going to pour On your dreams quite elusive Your theme’s to be reclusive It seems that when you do stuff You ruin everything you do And I do too But I don’t want to be that way Your Debbie Downer Hit Parade A fuel to feed the fire Of your pessimist’s desire And I don’t want to see patterns That tell me things don’t matter I just want to see ink blotted black When I read the next Rorschach Despite all your calls Here’s to heart and soul ya Just gotta forget you learned of pareidolia When the clouds take shape They gotta mean something more Than that it’s going to rain And that it’s going to pour On your dreams quite elusive Your theme’s to be reclusive It seems that when you do stuff You ruin everything you do And I do too
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The Sky Is Falling (Sinners & Saints Cover)
The Sky Is Falling (Sinners & Saints Cover)This is a cover of "The Sky is Falling" from Charlestown's own Sinners & Saints. As a teenager, brothers Mark & Rob LInd were very kind and encouraging to me musically. I've wanted to cover one of their tunes for some time, so here's one for the hell of it.
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Mama Hen Loves Me More
Mama Hen Loves Me MoreMy talented buddy Brendan Attridge has had the verse and chorus to this tune kicking around for years and commissioned me with developing it a little further. I hope to get his vocal take up soon. Until then, here is the guide vocal track. Words: Well, I heard you’re looking for someone I know I need not apply Drown my sorrows in Speckled Hen, So I don’t hang my head and sigh Don’t sit and ask about why things ain’t better Just sit back, relax, and light yourself a cigarette Everything is going to end up fine While you’re looking for a brand new egg to crack Mama Hen keeps me safe and warm Her company unmatched by any I’ve ever hatched Or at least none I hatched with you before I won’t sit and ask myself why things ain’t better Just sit back, relax, and light myself a cigarette Everything is going to end up fine Everything is going to end up “Fine” I said Then fell out of the bed Woke up seeing stars and speckles of deep red Told myself that I’d get better yet But not before some leverage From this malted beverage Well I heard you’re looking for someone I know I need not apply Keep drowning my sorrows in Speckled Hen so I don’t hang my head and cry I won’t sit and ask about why things ain’t better Just sit back, relax, and light myself a cigarette Everything is going to end up fine Everything is going to end up "F" Fucked Up "I" is for Insane "N" Neurotic and "E" Emotional
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Canary In A Coke Machine
Canary In A Coke MachineLike "I'm Your Houseguest," this one was inspired by Jonathan Lethem's "Promiscuous Songs" project allowing anyone to write music to his lyrics, song fragments, and titles. "Canary in a Coke Machine" was only a title, but what a titillating title it was. I wrote words and a jingle to it with some more 12 string jangle, because why not? Words: You’re bringing us down When all you do is frown And yet the soda is brown And effervescent It makes you sing operatically Perhaps erratically Is the moon half full Or only crescent? Sing until your lovin’ heart’s content Sing but only what you mean Sing as if it doesn’t cost a cent Like a canary in a Coke machine You could be fizzing around But your thought buzzing abounds And you can’t bubble your way Out of depression Take the cake and go cut it Here’s your chance: get englutted Come back dynamic With no tension Sing until your lovin’ heart’s content Sing but only what you mean Sing as if it doesn’t cost a cent Like a canary in a Coke machine The chirping’s working Now’s time for twerking Sing until your lovin’ heart’s content Sing but only what you mean Sing as if it doesn’t cost a cent Like a canary in a Coke machine
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I'm Your Houseguest
I'm Your HouseguestHere's a song that started as a bass groove. It then took lyrical inspiration from Jonathan Lethem's "Promiscuous Songs" project with a fragment titled "The Houseguest." We're putting the Musicvox Space Cadet electric 12 string to use today. Words: I’m your houseguest Better known as pest or parasite But don’t get depressed As you might’ve guessed I’m only spending the night And when you awake I’ll be Gone from the house and the Bar will be raided Yes, I’ll be properly soused Once I’m out I’m your houseguest Loving loveliness And welcome candle light But don’t look so stressed As you should’ve guessed I’m only spending the night And when you awake I’ll be Gone from the house and the Fridge will be foodless I’ll leave no crumbs for the mouse Once I’m out
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Something Is Amiss
Something Is Amiss"Something Is Amiss" Everybody’s got a weakened stomach Trying to keep a weekend jive Everybody thinks they’re something special When they enter the party line Now they know there’s a bit more to it Than to dress up then undress Keep your hands off the oxygen tank That’s my meal ticket, friend Everybody’s got those juju eyeballs I’ve seen them with hobnail boots You know the ones with the mirrors on them God, they look so cute But they won’t get you into heaven, dear Much more than your flag decals Honey, are you watching what you eat? You can keep it between us gals Are the night lights (so bright it starts to smother) Suitably bright? Or are they just another Problem I might (so unresolvedly) Try to solve tonight? You can take the piss In exchange for a French kiss Even so I think you’ll know That something is amiss The more instant the reward That much more you want it for Your butterfly collection Unimpressive heretofore
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The One Who Loves You More
The One Who Loves You More"The One Who Loves You More" by Danny Feltch & Brendan Attridge We’re pros at making cons of each other Still we say we need one another To keep ourselves from staring at the void One impression that I’ve been getting Is we are no closer to wedding Than a northern to a southern magnetoid I concede we started sweet A concession stand grand sweep Overjoyed, our stomachs cloyed With all that’s left us, At least we’ve got the void But I’m the one who loves you more even though we’re not the same And I’m the one who’s half at fault because I’m stuck in your brain Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never change I’m worse off than I was before, Still the one who loves you more Be that as it may, I’ll take the blame You know it’s funny that you should mention This too has come to your attention With best intentions, here’s intending you the best (with a knife to the chest...2, 3, 4) I concede we started sweet A concession stand grand sweep Of all that sweetness counter-wide And the emptiness those packages belied But I’m the one who loves you more even though we’re not the same And I’m the one who’s half at fault because I’m stuck in your brain Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never change I’m worse off than I was before, Still the one who loves you more Be that as it may, I’ll take the blame
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I Also Like Faces
I Also Like FacesWords: Caught you making faces Now where were they before? I also like faces But maybe now not yours You gave me a run for my money Yes you did But whose money got spent on All those bottles that you hid? You’re looking for some sense of relief on the outside You’re waiting for the next man to drift into town You hope against hope that they’ll be no more “next times” But you’re alone when you had someone around Had you kept your spirits You might have stood the pace I keep standard paces But you thought it was a race When will you discover The thrill is only cheap? Moth-eaten, you’re retreating With no keepsakes worth your keep
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We Know
We KnowWe know. Yes, we know.
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Helping Hands
Helping Hands
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Talk For Days
Talk For Days
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Shutter Up
Shutter UpEnd jig melody courtesy of Mr. Frankie Nakashian
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A Thing Of The Past
A Thing Of The Past
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Ground Us All
Ground Us AllLil ditty bout Dack and Jiane
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I Wanna Make Tea At The BBC
I Wanna Make Tea At The BBC
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Ready To Clot
Ready To Clot
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Get Away From Myself (Demo)
Get Away From Myself (Demo)
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Bluesy Dirge featuring Mr. Frankie Fookin Nakashian on fiddle
Bluesy Dirge featuring Mr. Frankie Fookin Nakashian on fiddleDemo instrumental that could have had vocals, but that would require vocal cords. Hey, check out that fiddle!
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Over and Under-Produced
Over and Under-Produced(un)easy listening ditty. Again a glockenspiel shows up but not played very well. Someone better should play it for me.
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Least That's How I See Things
Least That's How I See ThingsBeing amateurish on the glockenspiel and stuff. I got lazy with the backing track. It's a waltz. You get the picture.
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Do You In
Do You InJangle on.
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Gethsemane
GethsemaneLoud enough?
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Drew Carey Go Bring Come My Dear You Old Jezebel
Drew Carey Go Bring Come My Dear You Old JezebelGuitars.
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Pogo Au Go Go Instrumental with Guitar
Pogo Au Go Go Instrumental with GuitarMore self indulgent blubber.
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Roundabout Dog
Roundabout DogNo Bass.
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Sober Stupor in Full Stride
Sober Stupor in Full StrideHoly hell. There was no saving this one. The original rhythm track was fuzzy to begin with, and adding an army of didgeridoos--I mean guitars--only exacerbated the problem. Especially adding too much reverb to distorted guitars. Not a pleasant sound, but what is? Learning.
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Awfully Agreeable Gal
Awfully Agreeable GalGettin all exotic and shit.
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GROSSLY PROPORTIONATE
GROSSLY PROPORTIONATEToo loud, obnoxious, and repetitive. Just how I like it! Dig the fake bass sax in there if you can find it in the murk...
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Commitment
CommitmentBombast.
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Runnin Outta Feelings Again
Runnin Outta Feelings AgainI have a tendency to place guitar solos at the ends of songs. Can't help it. The guitar can't help it.
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Baby Subterfuge
Baby SubterfugeAnother exciting installment of Danny's self-indulgent guitarmageddon. There is a fake person on drums.
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SABER-TOOTHED ELTON
SABER-TOOTHED ELTONIt's a Bit O' That Cartoon Heavy Progressive Rock With A New Wave Zest From One of Them Basement Things the Kids are Having Orgies in These Days. {Everything that is not guitar is synthetic. Hell, the guitar might be synthetic too.}
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Papa, I Found the Toenail Clippers
Papa, I Found the Toenail ClippersWhy don't you go join some stupid shakin' rock'n'roll band?
