S1E1: Hot Wet Wind Dirt

Jam Mechanics

On our first episode of Jam Mechanics, we break the ice, introduce ourselves, and tell one of our favorite tour stories. Bug and Matt challenge each other to write a brand new song (from scratch!) in a three-hour window. Jam Mechanics is a podcast hosted by Matt (The Narcissist Cookbook) and Bug (Bug Hunter) where we challenge each other to write a song demo from scratch every episode. If you'd like downloadable files for this episode (and the demos we showed off), ⁠you can go to our Bandcamp⁠ or website to pay-what-you-want to support us! Our Music: ⁠The Narcissist Cookbook⁠⁠

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MATT'S SONG Bug's Challenge: Write a song about the four elements. Cannot use the words: Fire, Water, Wind, Earth, Hot, Wet, Wind, Dirt Title: The World Yet to Come Lyrics: grab my winter coat and leave the door unlocked I'll be back before you know I'm gone cutting through the sidestreets with the alleycats and missing dogs whispers from the reservoir have kept me up buzzing lights impersonate the sun missives from the landfill to the west of town frozen condensation in my lungs and I will be back when the spell is cast I'll breeze through your door with my heart intact the crystals that form on the inside of our windows will fracture and come apart I'm waiting I'm waiting for sun the life of the world yet to come

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BUG'S SONG Matt's challenge: Write a song about this (random) ⁠⁠Wikipedia page⁠⁠ Title: Francesco Lyrics: Franceso is the mayor of a city by the shore its on the southern tip of Italy known for tuna fish and tourists he books a meeting, sends an email, poses for the local paper one more email, has that meeting, off to dinner with his neighbors that's Francesco Francesco, he was named after a saint called Padre Pio who reportedly fought demons, claimed he parlato con dio He says a prayer, goes to mass, and poses with a little wafer one more prayer, one more sip of wine then pranzo with his neighbors that's Francesco And though he’s not producing miracles or guiding wayward spirits homes I wonder if Francesco thinks about it yeah, I wonder if Francesco thinks about it. But in March of 241 BC the Roman and Phoenician Fleets began a battle in the sea just off the coast of Sicily So many bodies on the beach, they turned it red, now theirs to keep they built a tower on the hill, passed back and forth through history The Romans and Aragonese, the Normans and the Genoese but now it's ruled by Angelo who runs the gift shop at its feet and now I think about that abandoned fort the bodies stacked on that bloody shore how long it took to clear the port 2000 years of tug of war Now long after the Fall of Rome An office chair usurps the throne A modern mayor scrawls his name on permits for a loading zone It hasn’t always been this way it hasn’t always been this way and I wonder if Francesco thinks about it yeah I wonder if Francesco thinks about it