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This is a good introduction to the "talking songs" genre.
"People come into your life and people leave"
Here’s a reading with a little synth I played while reading the piece. Sometimes “talking songs” are full band, sometimes it’s me reading over noise or guitar, sometimes it’s just me with a synth drone.
Listen to some writing read aloud backed by a musical instrument called a "chime box"
and the drowning woman.
Listen here at Substack.
Talking/reading by me. Noise by Luke Henshaw (Planet B, Sonido de la Frontera) and Justin Pearson (The Locust, Dead Cross, Deaf Club, Swing Kids). Percussion by the late, great Gabe Serbian (The Locust). This one is available on cassette (released by Three One G). This is also the prequel to my short novel Locust House.
I recorded a cover of some writing by Roberto Bolaño. You can listen to it here.
Hear more "talking songs" at my Substack.
Hello. Today is release day for my “talking songs” full-length release The World of Today and the World of Tomorrow in its new CD/lathe cut version.
What I mean by “lathe cut” is you can play the CD on a turntable like you would a vinyl record. The first track of the album is inscribed into the surface of the shiny side of the CD.
The writing, which is accompanied by music I wrote, is made up of excerpts from my secret novel Panorama that won’t be published during my lifetime. (That’s where almost all the talking songs are from. Chapters from Panorama. Prose not poetry, despite what you might have heard. I like reading poetry, but I haven’t written a poem since I was like 19. It’s all prose since then.)
Please get a copy at the places you might imagine you’d get copies from aka my shop or my bandcamp or the record label’s bandcamp.
"America is a pig eating itself"
Here’s a “talking song” for you to listen to. I truly believe America is a pig eating itself. It’s also a beautiful, fragile rose enduring a windstorm, a sweet baby full of hope, and a tree trying not to fall. https://adamgnade.substack.com/p/america-is-a-pig-eating-itself
Something to listen to
“We charge into the day and the day knocks us back.” I feel like sometimes these things are too depressing. This one particularly.
and the day knocks us back.
Here's a "talking song" for you to listen to.
even if we run away from it.
Listen to me read an excerpt from this book while John Vogle plays synth accompaniment. Get copies of the book here.
Latest one. Sounds depressing. Isn’t.
but we're not.
Here's something I wrote that you can listen to.
On Friday, March 6th, the CD/lathe cut edition of my talking-songs record The World of Today and the World of Tomorrow comes out via HASC. What I mean by a "CD/lathe cut" is the backside of the CD is cut so you can play the record's first track on a turntable, like you would a vinyl record. New design, new format. Preorders are up now at my shop. Very, VERY small batch of these made so get one before they're gone (which should be soon).
Here's something for you to listen to. Writing with music backing.
This one is called “I can’t believe the beauty of life but I’ve spent so long hating mine.” Shortest one of these I’ve done, at a minute and fourteen seconds.
But I've Spent So Long Hating Mine