Baby Frankensteins

So. Once upon a time (or, two years ago), I polished up fourteen songs I had written and called them an album. Baby Frankensteins. Yep. My masterpiece so far in life, at least to that point. That title now goes to Fin, obviously. I reluctantly showed them to my friends, who convinced me to show them to more of my friends, who convinced me to lay the tracks down. I recorded half of them, had a mental breakdown, and a) didn't finish recording them, and also b) didn't go back to work so I couldn't afford to buy the work I had done.

Enter the Dan-gon. (If you don't get that, you don't have enough Bruce Lee in your life.) Dan, my dear friend/high school mate/musical consultant/cheerleader, bought the tracks. Saved my work. Believed in my music enough to invest in the album. And trust me--when the album is finished and goes platinum, winning Grammys and landing me enough coke dealers to make the President of Mexico's nose run with envy, Dan and his wife are getting a swimming pool pool table. Double pool. That's classy. And that's how grateful I am.

I am now reluctantly posting these songs... on here. For you to hear. You, my thirty or so readers, get a sneak preview of the good stuff that's coming.

Now, obnoxiously, I have to offer a few disclaimers.
1) They are rough tracks. This means they are not mixed or mastered, which means they're not balanced. They're not record quality yet, which means I hit a few bum notes, the timing's off in a few places, sometimes other instruments are way louder than my voice, and... yeah.
2) This is a very angry album. Angry at myself, angry at men, angry at Ricky, angry at someone who completely violated me three winters ago, angry at God, angry at the world. It's a pretty angry, though.
3) I'm not an angry person anymore. Really.
4) I would never change the words/the music/really anything about these songs. I would add to them, though--strings, brass, drums, etc. So any critcism would have to be... compliments.
5) I only want to post these for your enjoyment/to entice you to buy my album someday/for feedback.
6) I am particularly interested in feedback from Dan's wife, Andy/Lorraine (you are like one, so Lorrandy), Jessica B., Jen G., and anyone else who feels like they'd want to say something.
7) Women who are in my ward who listen to these: don't be scared of me.
8) All these songs have already been copyrighted to me. Music and words. So don't be stealing. I will cut you.
I think it's about time that I share my gifts/thoughts with the world in a musical way. I already write about childbirth/poop/mental illnesses/baby daddies on my blog. Why not share this with you as well, my dear readers?

And you are dear to me. As family, you are.
Except I love my family way, way more. No offense.
I'm posting them all today. Lyrics, music, everything. Get ready.