My name is Howie and I write music. Starting May 23rd, 2011, I'll try to write a new song or composition each week and post every Monday am.

 

The Look Back by MondayAmSong - a lil’ idea on a Wednesday night.

A late night brand new Monday Am Song from a guy who was so happy to have a little time to play and write.  Trying to get back in the swing — this was inspired by Jaime, who simply said ‘that’s really pretty’ — Sometimes that’s all it takes.

thanks babe!

A little piece I wrote a while ago made for this moment!  Get ready for the Super Bowl!  GO GIANTS!

Monday AM Song #21 - Untitled - 12.19.11
It’s been a minute since I’ve been here — just haven’t had the time and it’s frustrating, but it’s all worth it when something like this comes together, even though it’s still raw and has no lyrics — One thing about this lil’ jam — after a long search, I finally picked up a drum kit.  This features my first go with it.  The tune is a demo and is rough around the edges / has some good sloppiness and some BAD sloppiness — But I’m really loving the vibe.  And, for the first time playing kit in about 10 years, I felt pretty comfortable.  Hoping to get Dano Nathanson to drop some electric and slide when I finish this and put it together for real — plus an actual drummer, of course.  But until then, hope this gets your head rockin’ and that you enjoy.  Happy holidays!

Laurel Falls — Monday AM (Evening) Song #20 — 11.14.11
Yeah, I’m late — but I’m loving this tune, so that makes it worth it.  Recorded at 2am last night, still a work in progress, enjoy and let me know whatcha think!

Laurel Falls (A Lonely Time)
By, Howie Caspe

She’ll write a letter when the weather dries out.
Say she gonna get away from…
Wanna head away from Laurel Falls…

She’ll play your mix tape with the windows rolled down.
Acting out her cliché.
Driving towards that pink sky you had known…
That you had known.

BREAK

And as the waves begin to crush you from behind…
Every bone breaking…
Every bone begging to let go.

That’s when the vacancy moves inside your eyes.
And you’ll start the scraping, there’s no escaping.
And you’ll have nothing but nothing and nothing.

It’s all right…
Never will you fear it so much.
Never will you feel it, it’s a lonely time, a lonely time done you wrong.
Sunrise…
Never will it burn you so much…
Never will you fear it, it’s a lonely time.It’s a lonely time done you wrong.

And as the weight pulls you deeper on down…
Try to get away from…
Try to head away from Laurel Falls.

Or while your casket is lowered to the ground…
And while you burn in the flames of the sun…
And while you’re drowning in oceans of nothing but nothing and nothing, and nothing…

It’s all right…
Never will you fear it so much.
Never will you feel it, it’s a lonely time, a lonely time done you wrong.
Sunrise…
Never will it burn you so much…
Never will you fear it, it’s a lonely time.A lonely time done you wrong.

Far And Wide — Monday AM Song #19 — 10.24.11

Recorded w/ Boss Micro BR.  Steinway 1905 Grand & Takamine Acoustic

So, summer ended and so did my summer Friday’s.Basically, I work half day’s on Friday in the summer, which gave me a lot more time to write / think.  When that little nugget ended, finding time became more of a challenge and hence the little hiatus over the last couple of weeks.  But I’m back, re-energized, re-inspired, and ready to go.  No lyrics on this lil’ guy yet.  One of the frustrations of the early part of this project was sometimes feeling like I was rushing lyrics just to get something out.  No longer. I’ll still try to share something every week, but will not sacrifice a tune or a potential good tune (especially) to do so.  This was inspired by a tiny spec of dust that kept rising up and down to my right as I was sitting at the piano.  It was dancing and stayed with me for quite some time, and as it was dancing, I wrote this.  I call it Far And Wide, I hope you enjoy.  Please let me know what you think!  Image by Rose Honeysett.

Monday Am Song #18 - Angeline - 9.26.11

Lead Vox - Shannon Lindner
Guitars / Backup Vox - Dano Nathanson
Piano / Backup Vox - Howie Caspe

Angeline,
By, Howie Caspe

Angeline, don’t you go.
There are wolves out tonight.
And your cup runneth low
There’s something aint right.

When you’ve been for so long, under that spell.
Can’t you tell where this road goes?

You’ll fight on the wars you’ve waged.
To drown in the tears that raged.
And stand in your maker’s flames.
Wandering the devil’s plains.

Angeline, don’t you hide.
Cause the past will catch on.
Let us walk side by side.
With a prayer and a song.

I’ve watched you for so long under that spell.
Can’t you tell where this all goes?

Come back from the wars you wage.
And drown in the tears you’ll save.
And break from your maker’s flames.
Wandering the devil’s plains.

Lets stamp out your path ablaze.
And lay in the field he razed.
And turn from your maker’s flames.
Wandering the devil’s plains.

Monday Am Song # 17 - The Mountain - 9.19.11
Not much to say tonight, but hope you enjoy.   Stumbled across a blues festival today and caught this guy Saron Crenshaw — he is a badass mf blues player / singer that blew my effin mind.  Check em’ out — saroncrenshaw.com.  Other than that, enjoy the tune and the week.

The Mountain,
By, Howie Caspe

Lady luck, when did you change your name?
Your careless eyes, your kerosene lies are still one and the same.
Try like sin, can’t change the state she’s in….
These arms of mine try to cut jagged lines as they’re taking her in.

And if love was a crime…
I’d steal her away…
To the angel of the mountain…
Who’d heal all her pain…
And If we should die, while finding our way…
Then love was a crime, love was a crime, love was a crime.

Shadow black, high upon emerald falls
Unveil your way, and show us the life that we can’t recall.
Legs like stones, fight through these hopes so hollow.
The road leads to dust, but I aint giving up till I’m nothing but these bones.

And if love was a crime…
I’d steal her away…
To the angel of the mountain…
Who’d heal all her pain…
And If we should die, while finding our way…
Then love was a crime, love was a crime, love was a crime.

Happy Monday.  Here’s a little ditty I wrote that had some great collaboration.  Shannon Lindner on lead vox sounds like an angel.  And long time partner-in-crime Dano Nathanson plays guitars and sings some of the backup vox.  I’m on piano, some minimal backup vox and wrote the tune. I realize that last weeks tune was Crows Redemption, this week is Little Bird.  Promise this will be my last avian related tune for a long long time… though ‘Penguins Come Home’ has a nice ring to it.  Anyway, have a great week and hope you enjoy this tune as much as I do.  Photo by David Kent.


Little Bird
By, Howie Caspe
Watch me then go, little bird on a vine…
Tell her you know, what could lead us to fly,
Show me the way.We could sure use a sign.
So far I’ve strayed, little bird on a vine…

Hey sweet little bird won’t you open your eyes?
These sweet butterflies ain’t done earning their wings.
Hey sweet little voice won’t you sing the right words?
Please sweet little bird don’t you tell no more lies.

Fight through the rain, like a fire on the sky.
Ease all the pain, like a message divine…
Just show us the way, it aint too late to find.
Turn back the page, before love turned unkind.

Hey sweet little bird won’t you open your eyes?
These sweet fireflies keep on burning their wings.
Hey sweet little voice won’t you sing the right words?
Please sweet little bird don’t you tell no more lies.
Hey sweet little bird won’t you open our eyes?
These sweet butterflies ain’t done earning their wings.
Hey sweet little voice help us find the right words.
Please sweet little bird don’t you tell no more lies.
Don’t you tell no more lies.

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