[The track times are links to mp3s from my recording projects. If your browser doesn't play them automatically, try saving them first and then using winamp.]
1. Rocksong

3'26" 4,956,206 bytes

2. For No Other Reason

5'54" 8,498,154 bytes

3. For No Other Reason (with real drums)

5'54" 8,498,154 bytes

Bear in mind that I had been playing drums for about 3 weeks. Drums recorded with a single AKG D3700 placed on a 3' stand in front of the kick drum and aimed in the general direction of the throne.

4. For No Other Reason (real drums, more mics, different mix)

6'08" 8,833,566 bytes

A month or so after number 3 was recorded I made another attempt. This version uses two overheads (AKG D770 and a SM57), a kik (D3700) and a room mic (Oktava MK-319)

5. New Hands (aka chadheadsilo)

2'40" 3,841,879 bytes

I'm pretty pleased with the drums on this one. I  think I've got the room mic thing figured out. This one's bone dry, no reverb plugins. I moved the kik mic (SM57) to the beater side.

6. under the summer (aka Flying Saucer o' Chad)

5'12" 7,489,052 bytes

Sub_P went out to a party and left Sub_C at home for the evening. This is the result. I threw a handful of plugins at this one to exaggerate the clipping. Most of my fancy tom work got lost in the EQing, but it's a sacrifice I was wiling to make for my art. All guitars recorded DI. Recording whisper vocals is a bitch, especially with a computer that's loud as a hairdryer in the room. I used the Oktava, put a software Gate on it to kill the CPU fan noise, then added a De-esser, Compressor, Stereo Delay, and Reverb. The vocals are out of tune and off time, but so are the vocals on the first FSA record. ;)

7. brown stripes

2'41" 2,580,608 bytes

Yeah, so I decided that since the White Stripes music is just so freaking simple, that I'd just sit myself down and write a White Stripes style song, just to prove a point. So I got the bassline down, so far so good. Then added some drums. Not too bad there...kinda sloppy, but have you heard Meg White's drumming? Then a couple tracks of guitar, still sounding good. Kinda surprised at how well the guitar sounded going DI into my A/D converters rather than having a decent amp to mic. But it came out nice, lots of fuzz. And then...it happened. The stark realization came that I can't write a song to save my life, and that I don't have any words in my head at all. I write riffs, patterns, loops...but as for a compelling composition, don't look at me. A clever stop/start, or tempo shift, or a key change for the bridge...or even any fucking bridge at all. The subtleties of songcraft are lost to me. I pretty much suck. I don't think in lyrics, or poetry or anything of the sort. Not only that, but I'm extremely lazy when it comes to even attempting to write lyrics. I could probably write an obscene haiku, but something as stupidly brilliant as "Acetamenophen! You see the medicine!" is NEVER going to come out of this head. So anyway, I have been humbled (again) and have come to accept that I cannot write a White Stripes tune.

8. untitled

3'19" 3,190,828 bytes

this one basically came from a couple loops and a bunch of delay pedal goodness.

9. last chance

3'19" 3,197,098 bytes

This one was built from the guitars up. I started on my sister's birthday and finished this evening. It even has lyrics and shit, which I sang. That's a rarity. I play (poorly) all the instruments as well, which are as follows:

Travis Bean TB1000S
Travis Bean TB2000
Ibanez Metal Charger
Line6 Green Delay unit
Tech21NYC Sans Amp Bass D/I
Boss Line Selector
Boss Tuner
Pearl 'cheap ass' Drums w/mostly Zildjian A's
Mostly AKG mics
Cubase SX2
Waves Plugs
izotope Ozone
Echo Mona 24/96 Converters
Alesis RA-100 power amp
Yamaha NS-10 monitors
Sennheiser cans
WindowsXP
Athlon 2GHz
Lian Li case
Microsoft Intellimouse Optical
Datadesk Smartboard

I left some fuckups in, particularly the drum parts, because I'm just not capable of playing any better...or rather I lack the patience to wait for a perfect take. As it was, it took me like 12 takes. In my studio, starting and stopping a take requires me to run up and down a flight of stairs. So by the time I was done, I was down to my skivvies.

The words are:

the fire in the nursery
the sky full of poison
the van on the corner
the father gone missing

the blood in the sandbox
the cradle of creation
the dead in the doghouse
the shame of the nation

all of our hopes
amounted to nothing
I can't be a witness
'cause I'm trying to look busy

the look on your face
the bomb in the building
just tell me something
it's the last chance for anything

(woo hoo)

I woke to find a letter
the last thing you said
'call me when you get this
I'm leaving tomorrow'

the man on the doorstep
with papers and a gun
'I wiretapped the telephone
I know what you've done'

(woo hoo)