5/1 Plough & Stars

jane thinkingCome one and all to my award winning programming at the Plough & Stars this Sunday evening! Wash it down with the finest Irish Whiskies in Cambridge, this thing we call the work week. I hope to see you there!

Sunday, May 1, 2016
Plough & Stars in Central Sq (Cambridge)

9:45- 10:15 Jane Hyoun-Ju Park
10:20- 10:50 Down With Me
11:00- 11:30 Rocco D’Angelo
11:40- 12:15 Brooke Adams

FREE SHOW
9:30 doors
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“Poison Oak” by Bright Eyes cover

I know I haven’t been posting like I’ve wanted to. I’ve been taking a break of sorts. I’m still writing lyrics, and I still have goals! I’ve just been taking a break. I’m not sure when I’ll be back to posting regularly. Hopefully soon!

These days I’m working on the JAPW cover “We Don’t Own It.” It’s wicked hard, and I’m close–so close–to having it down.

“We Don’t Own It” by JAPW…con’t

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So, I’m still working on “We Don’t Own It” by Joan As PoliceWoman. Today I tabbed it out and spent some time figuring out the fingering and playing. Again, if you’re interested in my progress, please check out my Instagram. The clip is pretty terrible, but for any of you who struggle with learning songs on the guitar, it might make you feel better.

working on it “Poison Oak” by Bright Eyes

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So yesterday, I didn’t post…gah…But I became obsessed with this Bright Eyes song “Poison Oak.” I haven’t quite got it in memory yet, but I feel like I’ll have a complete video by tomorrow. If you’re interested in my progress, I’ve posted a little preview on my Instagram. I know my songdiary is suffering little, but I think I’m mostly back on track!

“Perfect Day” original song

I wrote this song many years ago. It was nice to revive it for this video. I haven’t played it in a while. I thought maybe I wouldn’t post this week, because my cat is dying, and I’m extra sad. But I actually enjoy doing this, and it’s something I need to get better at. So, I’ll do my best to keep posting in my song diary this week.

This song I wrote after an especially heart breaking experience with a friend of mine. Not a boyfriend, but a good friend. Let’s raise a glass to not fucking up friendships.

I keep on hoping you’ll give me one more chance
It’s a pity this won’t last
I’ve lost the perfect day
Another car broke down on the highway

I used to keep you from falling to the ground
They say you’re lucky she’s around
But I got lost and fell behind
Now I’m the one who pulls you down

Put on your nicest party dress
It’s time to clean up all your mess
Time to hold your own all alone at a party

I never thought it’d be this hard
Keeping up to play my part
Better stop this car
Get this broken heart off the highway

I’m just as fucked as everyone we know
But it’s different, I feel different, when we’re alone
I’ve lost the perfect day
All dressed up for a piece of white cake

Put on your nicest party dress
It’s time to clean up all your mess
Time to hold your own all alone at a party

I never thought it’d hurt this much
To be the one to fuck things up
Better stop this car
Get this broken heart off the highway

“White Picket Fence” or “The Tallest Tree” demo

This is an old demo from 2013. I really like this song, but I’m not sure how it should be arranged. I sat on it for too long, and now I don’t know how to play it any more. Time to bring it back to life!

“White Picket Fence” or “The Tallest Tree”

She wakes up
Draws a bath
Makes the bed while he gets dressed
Tailored coat
Blue silk tie
Fix his collar, kiss goodbye

Comb your hair
Wash your face
Make sure everything’s in its place
Lock the door
He works late
Won’t be home til half past eight

The bath was warm
The bed was made
The walls were painted custom beige
Keep it quiet
Modest taste
That’s how she liked it, the old fashioned way

The tallest tree
Looks so strong
Dropping leaves without a sound
Twisted root
Grows entwined
Choking everything inside

The bath was warm
The bed was made
The walls were painted custom beige
Keep it quiet
Modest taste
That’s how she liked it, the old fashioned way

We collect
Sadness so sweet
From the trees that gently weep
Photographs
Things she touched
How she acted, how she looked

The bath was warm
The bed was made
The walls were painted custom beige
Keep it quiet
Modest taste
That’s how she liked it
That’s how she liked it
That’s how she liked it
That’s how she liked it

The bath was warm
The bed was made
The walls were painted custom beige
Peace and quiet
No mistsakes
That’s how she liked it, the old fashioned way