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Official Band Name Unveiled

Fifty-two songs and one hibernatory Winter later, Deer God has emerged prancing from the woodlands and onto the city streets. This is our official band name now! New stuff is on the horizon.

Mirrors & Microphones/Bottomless

How do I even begin to end this? We wanted to end on a slightly epic note, hence the two part tune. A song that asks, what if you saw yourself reflected and didn't cringe? What if you allowed yourself to give your all without the fear of losing it? I think Scot and I came to this project needing to get slightly different things out of it. Scot needed an outlet to plug his RIDICULOUS talent into, a reason to keep creating. I needed to get my big white chicken feathers plucked, to leave the sidelines. We've both found ourselves to be far more capacious than we ever could have imagined. Doors are open. Lights are on. My, what a big room to have never used. We're through with wasting. All 52 songs showcased on this blog serve as a bookmark, a highlighted section of a year well spent.

The End. (Unless you count next week's song, which will be a cover of a song we wish we'd written. Stay tuned, forever.)



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They're Watching Us (WORKOUT)

On May 7th, we posted the song "They're Watching Us (DANCE)" to the Week Hits blog. It was a silly little number about how aliens are captivated by the dance stylings of Earth dwellers. I guess I hadn't said all I had to say on that topic because when I heard the music to this week's song I was catapulted back to May, back to the aliens, only this time it seemed right that ghosts should take part in the voyeurism as well. I had to wear my Luv Club hat while penning this nonsense and much to the chagrin of ghosts and aliens everywhere, I fully intend to put this song on my ultimate gymnasium playlist. It should fit nicely somewhere between "Poker Face" and "Love In An Elevator" don'tcha think?  This song has the potential to become a gym anthem with it's battle cry for "Gym Memberships, Not Mother Ships!".  My muscles are confused already.  

The end is near, such an alien/ghost thing to say, but really, we've only got one song to go before we officially pass the song-a-week torch off to Kanye! 



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Some pictures from the recording of this week's song:

I was told this week's song would be "simple", but just look at all those lyrics!  Never trust Scot.

the sights of sound!

A cat in the rafters.

Dust

Kids, read the books they make you read in school. Even if you think it's boring or not your cup of tea, read on. Scot suggested that this week's song should be written about a serial killer. I liked the idea, and initially had every intention of doing just that. Upon hearing the music I decided to take a less literal approach to the notion of "killer". Something about the music conjured imagery from the novel The Grapes of Wrath. I decided not to cast a human as the killer, but rather something much more allusive like The Great Depression, despair, cruelty, neglect, human suffering and hardship. Something that could sweep or creep in and destroy anything in it's path. Having said this, having written this song, I can honestly say that I HATED being forced to read The Grapes of Wrath, but am so glad I did. You should know that every stitch of information you take into your mind shapes it in ways you won't know or understand until that moment when you just do.

Only two songs remain unwritten! I find myself having to keep pen and paper handy because the final song has been playing peekaboo with me.



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But, Mother

I've learned something about country music.  A good country song writes itself. When composing one, your only job is to sit back and let it come out. A heavy hand will always fail.  You've got to think of yourself as one of those women who doesn't even know she's pregnant until the baby comes screaming out of her. When it's all done, you'll marvel at how simple yet perfect it is, and that's country folks.

The title of this week's song might confuse some, but we just plain like it. This song actually goes out to a very special listener with the hopes that his Mother will sing it to him whilst wiping away his tears. We also have a sneaking suspicion that our own Mothers will be fans of this one.

And now, for the first time in Week Hits history, we bring you photos from the recording session. Everything feels so final, only three songs to go!



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"Are you even singing notes Ann?"

Sometimes I blame the mic for my vocal shortcomings

Déjà vu

I don't know if it was the extreme heat coupled with my car's lack of AC, but I experienced déjà vu twice this past week. Both occurrances revolved around the band Aerosmith. I decided that déjà vu is totally something that Steven Tyler would sing a song about. His lyrics are filled with talk of devil women, dice rolls and AWESOMENESS. Now that this week's song is done, we're going to pop The Making of Pump into the DVD player to wrap up our Aerosmith infused week.

Only four songs remain! I think we're feeling kinda country....



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