Matt28Waters

SEEKING

Band to Join, Bass Guitar, Drums.

ABOUT

Singer songwriter based in Queens. I feel I've reached a certain experience level to be more specific about the type of situation I am looking for:

I want to work with an ace guitarist, bass player, and drummer to form a band. I want to be specific about what I can offer: I'm a songwriter. I'll come into this situation with more than fifty songs ready to be arranged into a full band context. In addition, I'll be able to write songs from collaborating on chords and melodies with my bandmates. I've noticed when I've gotten together with other musicians over the years, there's been confusion over what we're doing: there aren't any defined roles heading into the situation. It has kinda resulted in disappointing jam sessions that lack chemistry. I'm a songwriter. I'm not a great guitar player, I'm not going to be able to translate notes from keys to guitar, or basically be able to communicate effectively solely as an instrumentalist. That's not my skill-set. If you are a skilled guitarist looking to work with a writer to put something together from a band standpoint, then we could be a match. Things can be put together from there. All this being said: I'm not opposed to working with another songwriter in the group. Plenty of great bands have multiple writers and singers. I just want to be clear about what I'm capable of doing. I want expectations to be understood before we get together. I'm uploading more of my original songs onto here after writing this. This will give you an idea about my writing style and my voice. If you don't dig it, then no problem! We won't work together. I want to work with people I am on the same page with. Who know (and like) what I'm bringing to the table as a songwriter. Thanks for reading.

Screen name:: Matt28Waters
Member since:: Dec 03 2011; Active over 1 month ago
Level of commitment:: Committed
Years playing music:: 7
Gigs played:: 10 to 50
Tend to practice:: More than 3 times per week
Available to gig:: 4-5 nights a week
Most available:: Nights

Influences

Bob Dylan, Leonard Cohen, Modest Mouse, Conor Oberst, Mike Scott (Waterboys) Michael Stipe, Jimi Hendrix, Smashing Pumpkins, Patti Smith.

EQUIPMENT

acoustic guitar
Electric guitar

MUSIC

The Truth About New York

The Truth About New York Year: 2017 Genre: Rock
Orpheus Under Moonbeams

Orpheus Under Moonbeams Year: 2015 Genre: Rock
Aurora

Aurora Year: 2015 Genre: Rock
Easter __cover of a song by Patti Smith__ by Takeshi Otani & Matt Waters
Easter __cover of a song by Patti Smith__ by Takeshi Otani & Matt Watersversion 2 (full band arrangement)
Easter __ cover of a song by Patti Smith __ by Takeshi Otani & Matt Waters
Easter __ cover of a song by Patti Smith __ by Takeshi Otani & Matt WatersLyrics by Patti Smith Easter Sunday, we were walking. Easter Sunday, we were talking. Isabel, my little one, take my hand. Time has come. Isabella, all is glowing. Isabella, all is knowing. And my heart, Isabella. And my head, Isabella. Frederick and Vitalie, savior dwells inside of thee. Oh, the path leads to the sun. Brother, sister, time has come. Isabella, all is glowing. Isabella, all is knowing. Isabella, we are dying. Isabella, we are rising. I am the spring, the holy ground, the endless seed of mystery, the thorn, the veil, the face of grace, the brazen image, the thief of sleep, the ambassador of dreams, the prince of peace. I am the sword, the wound, the stain. Scorned transfigured child of Cain. I rend, I end, I return. Again I am the salt, the bitter laugh. I am the gas in a womb of light, the evening star, the ball of sight that leads that sheds the tears of Christ dying and drying as I rise tonight. Isabella, we are rising. Isabella, we are rising . . .
this high
this high
Down in Queens --demo-- - 5:5:18, 2.33 AM
Down in Queens --demo-- - 5:5:18, 2.33 AMmost recently written song
Disease of Conceit _cover of a song by Bob Dylan _ by Matt Waters and Takeshi Otani
Disease of Conceit _cover of a song by Bob Dylan _ by Matt Waters and Takeshi OtaniAll Rights Reserved to Special Rider There's a whole lot of people suffering tonight from the disease of conceit Whole lot of people struggling tonight from the disease of conceit Comes right down the highway straight down the line Rips into your senses through your body and your mind Nothing about it that's sweet The disease of conceit There's a whole lot of hearts breaking tonight from the disease of conceit Whole lot of hearts shaking tonight from the disease of conceit Steps into your room eats into your soul Over your senses you have no control Ain't nothing too discreet about the disease of conceit There's a whole lot of people dying tonight from the disease of conceit Whole lot of people crying tonight from the disease of conceit Comes right out of nowhere and you're down for the count From the outside world the pressure will mount Turn you into a piece of meat The disease of conceit Conceit is the disease that the doctors got no cure They've done a lot of research on it but what it is they're still not sure There's a whole lot of people in trouble tonight from the disease of conceit Whole lot of people seeing trouble tonight from the disease of conceit Give you delusions of grandeur and an evil eye Give you the idea that you're too good to die The they bury you from head to your feet From the disease of conceit
Tangled Up In Blue: Covered by Matt Waters (vocals) Takeshi Otani (keys) live @ 6/8 Studios
Tangled Up In Blue: Covered by Matt Waters (vocals) Takeshi Otani (keys) live @ 6/8 StudiosBy Bob Dylan (copyright: Special Rider) Early one mornin' the sun was shinin' I was layin' in bed Wondrin' if she'd changed at all If her hair was still red Her folks they said our lives together Sure was gonna be rough They never did like Mama's homemade dress Papa's bank book wasn't big enough And I was standin' on the side of the road Rain fallin' on my shoes Heading out for the east coast Lord knows I've paid some dues Gettin' through Tangled up in blue She was married when we first met Soon to be divorced I helped her out of a jam I guess But I used a little too much force We drove that car as far as we could Abandoned it out west Split up on a dark sad night Both agreeing it was best She turned around to look at me As I was walkin' away I heard her say over my shoulder We'll meet again some day On the avenue Tangled up in blue I had a job in the great north woods Working as a cook for a spell But I never did like it all that much And one day the axe just fell So I drifted down to New Orleans Where I happened to be employed Workin' for a while on a fishin' boat Right outside of Delacroix But all the while I was alone The past was close behind I seen a lot of women But she never escaped my mind And I just grew Tangled up in blue She was workin' in a topless place And I stopped in for a beer I just kept lookin' at the side of her face In the spotlight so clear And later on as the crowd thinned out I's just about to do the same She was standing there in back of my chair Said to me "Don't I know your name?" I muttered somethin' under my breath She studied the lines on my face I must admit I felt a little uneasy When she bent down to tie the laces Of my shoe Tangled up in blue She lit a burner on the stove And offered me a pipe I thought you'd never say hello, she said You look like the silent type Then she opened up a book of poems And handed it to me Written by an Italian poet From the thirteenth century And everyone of them words rang true And glowed like burnin' coal Pourin' off of every page Like it was written in my soul From me to you Tangled up in blue I lived with them on Montague Street In a basement down the stairs There was music in the cafes at night And revolution in the air Then he started into dealing with slaves And something inside of him died She had to sell everything she owned And froze up inside And when finally the bottom fell out I became withdrawn The only thing I knew how to do Was to keep on keepin' on Like a bird that flew Tangled up in blue So now I'm goin' back again I got to get to her somehow All the people we used to know They're an illusion to me now Some are mathematicians Some are carpenters' wives Don't know how it all got started I don't know what they're doin' with their lives But me, I'm still on the road Headin' for another joint We always did feel the same We just saw it from a different point Of view Tangled up in blue
out of time
out of timewritten for Grandma July 15th, 2012. Out of time The rings are running Around my head again And I don’t know when My mind will come back From around the bend We're lost and found Its infinity and back around While the heat rises from the sidewalk And the desert metropolis evaporates Into ice and salt What did I find When I asked Who am I In the moment, out of time You are forgiven, as was I Out of time, out of mind Relativity's a game The past tastes sweet and twists Like broken leaves Down Greenwich Village Streets In some forgotten October When you were buying vinyl And feeling happy sober The sweat collects upon my brow During the smoky reminisce While a light rain collapses And snaps me violently From starry-eyed accidental brain synapses What did I find When I asked Who am I You're in the moment, out of time You are forgiven, as was I Out of time, out of mind
One On One: A Reading from The Lovely Empty
One On One: A Reading from The Lovely EmptyReading an excerpt from my novel. https://www.newtownliterary.org/product-page/issue-11
coney island moonlight (acoustic demo)
coney island moonlight (acoustic demo)
Coney Island Moonlight (demo)
Coney Island Moonlight (demo)
emily & bobby lee (live)
emily & bobby lee (live)
Ms. Night
Ms. Night
moment 2 moment
moment 2 moment
Twenty In-Progress (demo)
Twenty In-Progress (demo)
By Streetlight - 1:14:18, 3.28 AM
By Streetlight - 1:14:18, 3.28 AM
Floyd Patterson - 12 23 17, 4.41 PM
Floyd Patterson - 12 23 17, 4.41 PMReady to brawl Took a standing eight count You can’t knock me out I won’t allow it I know I’m wrong To seek sweet vengeance But its just business My endowment The contender today Can be champ tomorrow And the champ yesterday Hits the canvas harder On my own After getting knocked out You left no doubt We were a split decision Posing as unknown Fake beard and sunglasses I was badly beaten But I’m not finished Not the champ, no Not the champ anymore Well I’ve been fighting And I’ve been winning And I’m aiming To be champ for the third time I’m not a villain Just a gentleman You can go to hell If you think something’s wrong With me claiming mine Politics Don’t exist When my opponent and I Are fitted with gloves Well baby, it broke my heart When you spoke of revolution As if it were bigger than our love Wish I knew The right words To end our fight Fighting is what I do And though I had to fight For everything we got I never wanted to Fight you (all rights reserved)
Intimate Secrecy
Intimate SecrecyThe price we pay For pleasure’s A step too steep
Melanie Melody (demo 2013)
Melanie Melody (demo 2013)long ago, faraway
Out Of Control (demo 2012)
Out Of Control (demo 2012)long ago, faraway
In My Own City - 12:7:17, 3.06 AM
In My Own City - 12:7:17, 3.06 AMdemo
famous blue raincoat _cover of a song by Leonard Cohen_
famous blue raincoat _cover of a song by Leonard Cohen_
for some reason (acoustic demo)
for some reason (acoustic demo)
Strange Currencies Episode #7: Considering Bruce Springsteen
Strange Currencies Episode #7: Considering Bruce SpringsteenEpisode #7
The Spaniards _cover of a song by William Patrick Corgan
The Spaniards _cover of a song by William Patrick Corgan
For Some Reason (demo I)
For Some Reason (demo I)new song
99¢
99¢Borrowed my lady’s Dodge Seneca For a trip to the city She doesn’t like me Only seeing her lightly But it pays to have her pity Dropped my band Killed the cafes Scored myself an advance Now a hotshot Columbian Leather bearded Ruffian In this Western Romance 99 Cents Won’t get you in You need the full dollar x3 Can’t make rent While waiting on their check I need some quick dough She chastises me There’s no art in poverty We kiss and I go Philosophize on the ride Garden to 95 All friends need enemies Then near the Lincoln Tunnel Tollbooth reads: No pennies 99 Cents Won’t get you in You need the full dollar x3 Oh my God Ms. Attendant Pennies are all I got She said you’ve passed before And been warned How could you have forgot? I negotiate her mercy And she delicately Pours my pennies from the coffee tin Starts counting ‘em individually The horn blaring cacophony Tells me the shape I’m in 99 Cents Won’t get you in You need the full dollar x3 You only have ninety-nine She says and I cry But I counted them like an Arcadian! She eyes me coolly Replies sternly, “But one of these is Canadian.” Ever so fleet I jump in the backseat Searching for the bronze face of Lincoln One hundred pennies I scream at myself What the fuck were you thinking? 99 Cents Won’t get you in You need the full dollar x3 Finally I find it A dirty gleam Between the seat cushion The penny I need For all eternity Thank Jesus it hadn’t been pushed in After I get that thirty-five I continue to drive And park by Washington Square I gaze ‘round for the me Who knew he was But he’s not there 99 Cents won’t get you in You need the full dollar x3 This is where we came When we were young And thought the city loved us The Village Where we wanted to know we knew There were so many like us This is where I found myself Where I was no one else This is where I fit Now I dream Of a window in the clouds Where I can close myself in A sax man’s playing solitary Under the arches And a thousand miles away A woman holding five cats Wearing a witches’ hat Keeps screaming Bill I don’t know what to say I sit down on the cool marble And lower my eyes to My Trax sneakers Am I going to make it? Who does make it? Is it the faithless or true believers? 99 Cents Won’t get you in You need the full dollar x3 Tomorrow is mine I say to the arches And the stars hiding in the dark I’m a Sagittarius That means I’m an archer And I’m still aiming for my mark
stolen car _cover of a song by Bruce Springsteen_
stolen car _cover of a song by Bruce Springsteen_
Rapunzel (demo) - 9:18:17, 4.42 PM
Rapunzel (demo) - 9:18:17, 4.42 PMnew song
if I didn't have your love - cover of a song by Leonard Cohen
if I didn't have your love - cover of a song by Leonard Cohen
Angelina -- cover of a song by Bob Dylan
Angelina -- cover of a song by Bob DylanBob Dylan - Angelina Well, it’s always been my nature to take chances My right hand drawing back while my left hand advances Where the current is strong and the monkey dances To the tune of a concertina Blood dryin’ in my yellow hair as I go from shore to shore I know what it is that has drawn me to your door But whatever it could be, makes me think you’ve seen me before Angelina Oh, Angelina. Oh, Angelina His eyes were two slits that would make a snake proud With a face that any painter would paint as he walked through the crowd Worshipping a god with the body of a woman well endowed And the head of a hyena Do I need your permission to turn the other cheek? If you can read my mind, why must I speak? No, I have heard nothing about the man that you seek Angelina Oh, Angelina. Oh, Angelina In the valley of the giants where the stars and stripes explode The peaches they were sweet and the milk and honey flowed I was only following instructions when the judge sent me down the road With your subpoena When you cease to exist, then who will you blame I’ve tried my best to love you but I cannot play this game Your best friend and my worst enemy is one and the same Angelina Oh, Angelina. Oh, Angelina There’s a black Mercedes rollin’ through the combat zone Your servants are half dead, you’re down to the bone Tell me, tall men, where would you like to be overthrown Maybe down in Jerusalem or Argentina? She was stolen from her mother when she was three days old Now her vengeance has been satisfied and her possessions have been sold He’s surrounded by God’s angels and she’s wearin’ a blindfold And so are you, Angelina Oh, Angelina. Oh, Angelina I see pieces of men marching; trying to take heaven by force I can see the unknown rider, I can see the pale white horse In God’s truth tell me what you want and you’ll have it of course Just step into the arena Beat a path of retreat up them spiral staircases Pass the tree of smoke, pass the angel with four faces Begging God for mercy and weepin’ in unholy places Angelina Oh, Angelina. Oh, Angelina copyright Special Rider Music
Fall is Falling - 8:14:17, 5.11 PM (demo)
Fall is Falling - 8:14:17, 5.11 PM (demo)
Live at Pianos July 11th 2016
Live at Pianos July 11th 2016
bitter end june 14th 2015 1 - 8:5:17, 5.22 PM
bitter end june 14th 2015 1 - 8:5:17, 5.22 PM
needing you - 8:3:17, 2.27 PM
needing you - 8:3:17, 2.27 PM
stem of time - 8:3:17, 2.41 PM
stem of time - 8:3:17, 2.41 PM
blue -- cover of a song by REM - 7:31:17, 2.00 PM
blue -- cover of a song by REM - 7:31:17, 2.00 PM
Under the red, white, and blue
Under the red, white, and blue
The Composer
The Composer
Colors Of Surrender
Colors Of Surrender
Strange Currencies #6 : Reflecting on Bob Dylan's Oh Mercy
Strange Currencies #6 : Reflecting on Bob Dylan's Oh Mercynow with better sound
There's A Candy Shop Up The Block From Rockwood Music Hall
There's A Candy Shop Up The Block From Rockwood Music Hall
Tangled Up In Blue _ cover of a song by Bob Dylan _ (1978 version)
Tangled Up In Blue _ cover of a song by Bob Dylan _ (1978 version)*copyright Special Rider Tangled Up In Blue (1978) Early one mornin' the sun was shinin' I was layin' in bed Wondrin' if she'd changed at all If her hair was still red Her folks they said our lives together Sure was gonna be rough They never did like Mama's homemade dress Papa's bank book wasn't big enough And I was standin' on the side of the road Rain fallin' on my shoes Heading out for the east coast Lord knows I've paid some dues Gettin' through Tangled up in blue She was married when we first met Soon to be divorced I helped her out of a jam I guess But I used a little too much force We drove that car as far as we could Abandoned it out west Split up on a dark sad night Both agreeing it was best She turned around to look at me One more time as I was walkin' away Saying over her shoulder Boy, we're bound meet again some day On the avenue Tangled up in blue I remember staying in the great north woods Living in a vagabond hotel One day during the pouring rain I can feel how the axe just fell So I drifted down to New Orleans Where I was lucky not to be destroyed I almost died in the boiling flat Two miles outside of Delacroix But all the while I was alone The past was close behind I seen a lot of women But she never escaped my mind And I just grew Tangled up in blue She was dancing in the flamingo club And I stopped in for a beer I just kept lookin' at the side of her face In the spotlight so clear And later on when the crowd thinned out I was just about to do the same She was standing there, right behind my chair Touching me, said, “it ain’t no accident you came,” I muttered something under my breath She studied the lines on my face I must admit I felt a little uneasy When she bent down to tie the laces Of my shoe Tangled up in blue She lit a burner on the stove Wearing a dress made out of stars and stripes I thought you'd never say hello, she said You look like the silent type Then she opened up a book of poems And started quoting them to me Written by a French child From the eighteenth century And everyone of them words rang true And glowed like burnin' coal Pourin' off of every page Like it was written in my soul From me to you Tangled up in blue I lived with them on Montague Street In a basement down the stairs There was music in the cafes at night There was revolution in the air Then he started into dealing with slaves And something inside of her froze She had to sell everything she owned Even her jewelry and her clothes And when it all came crashing down I became withdrawn The only thing I knew how to do Was to keep on keepin' on Like a bird that flew Tangled up in blue So now I'm goin' on back again I got to get to her and be brave All the people we used to know At least the ones that ain’t in the grave Some are bricklayers, some are bank robbers Some are burglars, some are truck driver’s wives I don't know how it all got started I got no idea what they're doin' with their lives But me, I'm still on the road Headin' for another joint We always did feel the same We just saw it from a different point A different point of view Tangled up in blue
The Truth About New York
The Truth About New Yorknew song.
the architecture of you
the architecture of yourecorded 2015
That's What Good Friends Do _cover of a song by Mic Christopher_
That's What Good Friends Do _cover of a song by Mic Christopher_Mic Christopher's 'Skylarkin' album: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B005F12JLM/ref=dm_ws_sp_ps_dp That's What Good Friends Do (original) https://youtu.be/We2Ae6p_Dys
american virginity (demo)
american virginity (demo)
The Part of Hope (demo)
The Part of Hope (demo)
Stem of Time
Stem of TimeBrand new song. Demo version.
the orchid and the bee
the orchid and the bee
dark matter
dark matter