Music
The music recorded here I call folk and Americana, singer-songwriter stuff. Sounds a little country at times I guess. The picture below is of the band that tolerated me for a few years back in the mid 80s. the music here is just me, playing and recording sloppily.
Once upon a time, there were four guys that made a whole lot of noise. they called themselves Medicine Men. the bass player, on the right, was very bad, but had long hair, jumped around like the floor was hot, and was very pretty. that terrible bass player is, was, you guessed it, me.
Here are some of my songs, written years later, and recorded mostly so there's a reference when I inevitably forget how to play them.
As a younger man, I wrote and played with the hope of gaining female attention. Now, and for a good while, I write songs as a storytelling device, believing the art to be in my lyrical rendering rather than the musical composition. if you like any musical element of my work, then that certainly happened by accident. my hope is to compel you to think, laugh, feel, and smile.
baby smile
by joshua kaplan
2002 (rec 2013)
wrote this about cracking the door to peek and see my kids sleeping... or not, as was often the case.
wrote this for the sons of my godfather, the great shmoo (his name was shmuel, or samuel if he didn't know you) after he passed. in memory of he, my dad, and my cousin jerry. my heroes.
This song uses some abrupt language intentionally, not to insult, diminish or judge, but to help illustrate the basic premise of the song, which is that we're all born the same. we become different only by choice.
Fictional account of a man born for music but only wanting to busk for sustenance. We'll call it food, though it might be a metaphor. Pays some homage to John Fogerty's "Down On The Corner".