Listen up. The first track recorded under the new SOP is "The Man" and it's on board as of now. We've truly entered the 20th century circa 1992 (technology-wise) with this.

The new procedure includes recording direct to the hard disc and mixing with the aid of software. No MIDI or anything like that, just cut and pasted tracks. The Tascam 8 track still functions as the preamp, but all else is digital. Wow.

Crawling back from the wreckage here. Oxford Boy Home v.1 is gone forever, so thankfully v.2 looks more like the old one than the old one did. I'll be uploading only the choicest morsels this time so expect the site to pad itself out much more slowly.

Web site drama!! Everything gone, but not for long. Until things improve please divert yourself by loving your family. Oxford Boys will take revenge upon those responsible for this unforgivable breach of service. Thanks.

Bonus song for February! Kind of silly and not exactly top-shelf Oxford rock, "Here Comes the Barrytones" exists primarily as an excuse to have a song called "Here Come the Barrytones". But I'm paying for the space and I might as well use it.

It's a 'boys are back in town' type theme with images of a cocksure Barry Gibb clearing the sidewalk. No great gaffes or highlights, it may be among the first to go when disk space gets tight. Until then...Here come the Barrytones.

Hey everybody. I've scaled back my ambitions to one song a month, and February's is "Inevitable Ruin". Kind of a clumsy title but it stuck and so it stays.

The vocals are polished to a crystaline perfection and the guitars are prominent. Small piano solo and mono drums, since I've decided to downplay them. I lay awake nights tormented by the damn drum machine and the difficulty in getting a decent pattern but it has worked on rare occasions so my latest decision to give up trying kinda feels like a surrender. Well duh.

Oddly the channels flipped during the conversion from wav to mp3, with everything on the right (Guitar and b-vox) ending up on the left and vice-versa. It didn't seem to harm much so who cares.

Feel free to use it as yr wedding song.

Hey. My overly confident pre-new year boasts have left me feeling a bit backed into a corner. From that corner I offer a new song entitled "Behind the Beat" which you'll find at the tail end of the list of tunes.

This isn't my finest piece, but I felt compelled to record it so there you go. It's not terrible, but it was inspired by my contempt for neighbors who like to party on Monday nights, so it has a curmudgeonly, wet-blanket stink to it.

A Monday is basically a Friday for me so I don't know why I cared, but the title might hint at the fact that the music accompanying these parties was somewhat more 'beat' oriented than my ususal fare. You see what I'm getting at?

I'm not a racist, just very white and I don't like my late-night internet perusings disturbed by having 50c blasted through speakers that clearly can't handle the bass. I have no idea if it was 50c at all, really. But it certainly wasn't Gilbert O' Sullivan, and in a resentful haze I wrote this song wherein threats are issued and a rare guitar solo is proffered.

Sorry to be so unequivocal about herbs, but it had to be said.

Parsley sucks

Just wanted to check in and say hi. My most recent activities outside my fictional universe (where I am beloved and completely fufilled), have been hamstrung by the holiday hoodoo, and even the usual warm & fuzzy delusions have been pre-empted by the madness. Come January 1, however, we launch the three-pronged attack.

Prong one:new stuff written with someone who isn't me.
Prong two: a return to the vast Chuck/Oxford catalog to record one of the many buried gems.
Prong three: the usual prong, new material dredged from the day-to-day minutiae. Until then, read the newspapers, have fun and enjoy yr holidays.

I posted a song provisionally titled "Hang on every word". The lyrics were written by a friend and the whole thing was completed in a marathon session which left me emotionally drained and the sidewalk still unshoveled.

The bass is just killing itself to keep up and the b_vox are of interterminate volume (crucial drum fill overlooked as well), but it comes together by the second chorus. Unshackeled from the lyric writing process, the work was swift and the craic was good, though glacial and mute.

Thanks for the lyrics, send more soon.