Friday, July 18, 2014

Life Among the Lilies

I tried to love you
But you would not let me in
You kept me at a distance
Like a vestigial twin
You lied to me so sweetly
And I wanted to go on believing


Tuesday, July 15, 2014


Let's hang out in hotels
And sneak into their swimming pools
If they ever catch us
We'll say we don't play by their stinkin' rules
We'll go down to the Esplanade
On the Fourth of July
Stay up late for the fireworks
Plastered all over the Summerville sky


Monday, July 7, 2014

Meet Eliot Wilder

We sail in the twilight of eternal now
When suddenly someone takes a long step off the bow
We search for him for an eternity
One, two, three
One, two, three
I'm in you
You in me


Saturday, July 5, 2014

Social Studies

When I started writing songs for this album I began to see a connection with the songs from my past three records, "Little Bastards," "Scoundrels" and "Primitive Man." All contained stories about people doing what they do. So, in an aha! moment, I decided that these albums formed a quartet. If you listen closely you may detect a dialogue of sorts, where a character from one song is speaking or responding to a character in another. Some of these people are questionable in nature. Some are on their way up and some are on their way down. All of them are just living their lives, without apology.


Wednesday, July 2, 2014

Little Bastards

You may think that he is hiding
But he is in plain view
He is me and he is you
You may think that he's gone missing
Just look over there
Look at the guy with the well-groomed hair


Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Lost Time

We write novels that tell our stories
But they don't get it right
We build great statues to our heroes
But they cast a strange light
We get ourselves ready for takeoff
But we never take flight


Friday, June 20, 2014

Thursday, June 19, 2014

The Very Soul of Me

You shut the door
You turned the key
Never looked back into that darkened room
Never looked back at me
You left a note
You left it blank
No explanation given, no final words
Not even, I have you to thank


Wednesday, June 18, 2014


The quality of mercy is not strained
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath
It is twice blest
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes


Tuesday, June 17, 2014

All Hail Anhedonia!

Thirteen songs about the beginning, the middle and the end.


Wednesday, June 11, 2014

A Good Man

So I am a peephole
Into a windowless room
Where the sweat on the tiles
Is the only perfume
On the desk is diary
And next to it a vase
The rose draws blood
And it drips on the lace


Saturday, June 7, 2014


Now you must face your deepest fears
Or at the very least say
You're not afraid
If you do that
You're not just half way there
You are at the head of the parade


Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Sunny Window

"Sunny Window" is an unreleased Colgems B-side from 1970, matrix number 66/1019.


Friday, May 23, 2014

The Man With the Glass Head

The infection was spread so easily
From one clammy hand to the next
It'd gone viral all around the world
Just like some scandalous text
And we were astonished and we were amazed
And we were perplexed


Wednesday, May 21, 2014

Goodbye Tomorrow

I put it out there
For anyone to hear
But as it turns out
No one lends an ear
They are preoccupied
With more important stuff
And when I press matters
They say "enough"


Sunday, May 18, 2014

The Essential Invisible

I heard a song in the middle of a dream
And it woke me from my slumber
It spurred me on, it rocked my world
You could say it had my number
I got my sack and I got good shoes
And I got a certain esprit
And I know when I get to the top of the mountain
I will be set free


Thursday, May 1, 2014

Eliot Wilder's America

We drank ourselves sick with lust
We spit into the brown southern night
We made a pact sealed with a prick
Somehow that black blood felt so right


Sunday, April 27, 2014

A Star Fell Down on Indiana

A star fell down on Indiana
Just like it did in the beginning of time
We all turned out to see what happened
Some of us laughed
Some of us cried
And together we held onto each other's hands
Until the last of us had died


Wednesday, April 16, 2014


My car is a clunker
Not like the fancy ones for which I valet
And when it breaks down
I ditch it hoping someone will just tow it away
I own one nice shirt
And one nice pair of pants
I go to work and take my place
With all the other worker ants


Saturday, April 12, 2014


Is this the way to live a life
Never think about the meaning
Then one day you wake up
And the whole world is careening
Well I'm no philosopher
Not Jean Paul Sartre
But it doesn't take a genius to know
You gotta have heart, miles of heart


Wednesday, April 9, 2014


This photograph is my proof
There was that afternoon
When things were still good between us
And she embraced me
Oh yes she did
And we were so happy
It did happen
She did love me
Look see for yourself


Monday, March 31, 2014

Thought Palaces

You boyfriend was a jerk
And he beat you to a pulp
One time I kicked his ass
You jumped back with a gulp
Then you disappeared
Moved out to LA
Starred on "Melrose Place"
Life is one big soiree


Sunday, March 30, 2014

The New World

No none of us are alone in this
One way or other we face the abyss
The bum, the cabbie and the millionaire
Hitler and Ghandi and good ol' Voltaire
One thing's for sure we all grow frail
The electric charge comes off our third rail
And if you fight it then you are a fool
Ain't it a bitch how life is so cruel


Monday, March 24, 2014

From Eliot WIth Love

You got a cat
You are a teacher
You love the world and every creature
You are amazing
You do it all
You stand above me a hundred feet tall


Thursday, March 20, 2014


I so want to believe
That all my good ideas are safe and sound
I so want to believe
That it's turtles all the way down


Monday, March 17, 2014


Up and down
The wheel does grind
Round and round
In this Coney Island of the mind
High and low
With all mankind
We spin and spin
In this Coney Island of the mind


Saturday, March 8, 2014

The Further Adventures of Larry Kusnitt

And after all our pain and suffering
And after all of our goddamn work
Why oh why is God a goddamn jerk
Such a goddamn jerk


Thursday, February 27, 2014

This Lonesome Road

Here is yet another album - originally recorded in 2011 - that I have completely remixed and rethought. I moved around the song order, took out an instrumental, rerecorded many of the vocals and, in one case, remade the basic track. I've always liked this album because of songs such as "Spooky Girl," "Lovesick Blues Boy," the title tune, and what is perhaps my most personal song, "Right Here." And now, hopefully, it is that much stronger. Thanks again to Helen, the gal on the cover. My Mona Lisa. Read a nice review of the album.


Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Primitive Man

Do we ever see ourselves as we really are? Do we ever see what it is we really do? Or are we so adept at self-deception that we can't know the primitive man that lurks beneath the surface? We may laugh at or be disgusted by a man/child despot like Kim Jong Un, but aren't we all like him in some small way? This album is for the lion inside the lamb.


Saturday, February 22, 2014

Sing Cuckoo!

Every addict is formed
In the crucible
Of the memory
Of that first hit


Thursday, February 20, 2014

Harpo's Blues

Recorded in 2009, this album is now fully remixed for your listening pleasure. Many thanks to cover girl Jes Johnson.


Sunday, February 16, 2014


"Westphalia" was my fourth album, and even though several songs were done at least in part at Woolly Mammoth Studios in Boston, most of it was recorded on my own. In fact, the very first track I made for it, "Dime in My Pocket," was the first one I ever did solely at home. In the beginning I thought it would merely be a demo, but the more I worked on it and the more it started to come together, the more I thought, "Hey, I can do this." The song itself is a bit strange - very few rhymes and I'm not sure exactly what it is about - but what it taught me was how to create a certain feel, and that was as important as just about anything else. As for the themes on this record, I was, like Candide, re-examining my personal philosophy of life in face of evil. Here are 12 songs about locusts, good intentions and the best (and worst) of all possible worlds. In the end, this has to be my most purely strange album.


Saturday, February 15, 2014

The Friendship Ring

This album was originally recorded in 2009, but it has been recently rethought, remixed and polished up for your listening pleasure. Thanks to Natalia, whose face graces the cover.


Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Brutal Beauty

Time for a brand new album. It's a name-your-price type deal, which means you can download it for free (or fork over your cash to help the cause, if you prefer). So grab it while you can because once I exceed 200 downloads, as I did last month, Bandcamp automatically flips it into you-gotta-pay mode.


Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Songs for a Blue Girl

One day you are on top of the world. You are young, you are strong, you are beautiful. But then, slowly and almost imperceptively, your youth fades, your strength slackens and the person you see in the mirror no longer glows the way it once did. "Where did your long hair go / Where is the girl I used to know," Brian Wilson sang, mournfully. Eventually, life plays a cruel trick on us: just when we think we've got the world by the tail, it all gets taken away. No one is exempted, no one is immune.


Thursday, January 2, 2014

Songs of Love and Regret

What better way to ring in a new year than with 13 songs about love and regret.


Sunday, November 24, 2013

Head for the Hills

The cool wind of hope blows eternal
As if to keep us on our toes
Maybe there'll be a brighter day tomorrow
So pack up all of your woes


Sunday, September 29, 2013

Blue Skies Ahead

I look at a faded photo
I don't recall the time or place
There is some girl in blue jeans
I don't recognize the face


Tuesday, September 10, 2013

Broken Things

Ah, well! for us all some sweet hope lies
Deeply buried from human eyes
And, in the hereafter, angels may
Roll the stone from its grave away


Monday, August 19, 2013

Music From Big Beige

A big beige building seated in the shade of the Fenway in Boston, Big Beige bore this music and these songs along its way, It's the first witness of this album that's been thought and composed right there inside its walls.


Sunday, July 21, 2013


It wearies me; you say it wearies you

But how I caught it, found it, or came by it

What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born

I am to learn

And such a want-wit sadness makes of me

That I have much ado to know myself


Thursday, May 9, 2013

Eliot Wilder: 101

Uncertainty is an uncomfortable position
But certainty is an absurd one
Why not celebrate the vastness of our ignorance
And be a possibilian


Monday, March 4, 2013


Most of the characters in these songs are people I know, have once known or, perhaps, imagined I knew. They are all rather slippery people, the kind you are not quite sure of, the kind that leave you guessing. When they tell you something personal, as they often do, you wonder how much of it is true and how much fabrication. The thing is, they don't know themselves - so how can you? And yet, because they are often good at sounding like they know what they are saying, and because they look and act completely convincing, you want to buy in.


Tuesday, January 1, 2013

What I Found in the Remains

It's a new year, and it's time to look forward to the promise that a new year brings. But it's difficult not to look back on the past one with all its tragedies - some natural, most of man's own doing - and not feel a sense of sadness, loss and grief. This album picks through a few of the events the year 2012; it is, in a way, a photo album of what happened by chance and what we chose to do to each other.


Saturday, December 8, 2012

The Great Escape

Many of these tracks are what I have come to term "lesson" songs for my daughter Astrid; they are parables - little stories that illustrate instructive principles that she might find useful as she travels along her life's bumpy path. So you have tunes like "Up Shits Creek Without a Paddle," which retells the saga of the grasshopper and the ant, and "Down the Rabbit Hole," which recounts Alice's journey through a mad world. There is also "The Inspired Fake," about charlatans who are intent on convincing you of their worth but instead only peddle bad faith, and "This Might Sting a Bit," about sellers of false hope. By writing these, it has forced me to reconsider my own understanding of what is moral and true in a universe that is increasingly difficult to comprehend. We listen, we learn.


Monday, November 19, 2012

Stockholm Syndrome

No doubt there have been times when you've found yourself in a predicament where you feel stuck, either at your work or in your town or in your school. And your brain accommodates, and you think, "You know, it could be worse. This isn't so bad. I can always leave." But then you don't leave. Or when you do leave, it's almost as if it's too late. As the poet Rilke says, "You must change your life."


Thursday, November 8, 2012


This was an attempt to make an album in singular style (in this case, a mostly acoustic record), rather than hopscotching all over the map stylistically, as I tend to do. I wouldn't exactly say that this is a mellow record; rather, like the title, it's more dream-like. A couple of the songs - "How Can Anybody Get Anything Done 'Round Here," "Set Yourself Free" and the title track - are among my all-time personal favorites. I also like "Turtles All the Way Down," which came about after watching an episode of the series "Awake," which was unfortunately cancelled.


Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Low Down

The making of this record was a difficult experience. Many songs were reworked or outright rejected. Many ideas smacked into a dead end. Many tracks lacked that certain special something that would make me want to ever listen to them again. But I kept at it, and eventually this is what I came up with. Twelve songs about being low down. More than any other collection of tunes, this one cuts closest to the bone. Maybe it had a lot to do with the weather (I kept recording while Hurricane Sandy wailed away outside my window), but this is the best expression I could come up with for my particular form of depression. If you have ever suffered through dark nights (and days) of the soul, perhaps "Low Down" will resonate in some small way with you.


Sunday, October 21, 2012

Personality Crisis

For people who live unexamined lives, the world just happens, happening as it does beyond their will or ability to act upon it. Because, to them, there are always external forces - perhaps God, perhaps chance, perhaps circumstance - that they believe are outside their ability to understand and control. In most cases, they get away with so much because they think so little. But if they began a process of self-evaluation and -examination, they may come to discover that there is much they can do. Or, at the very least, they can stop deflecting blame for the pain they inflict. Coming to this place of discovery requires much work - more work than most people want to invest in. But the ultimate reward can be great, not only for the people who awaken to their lives, but also to the people in their orbit. They just need to start. But the question remains: How to begin?


Thursday, September 27, 2012

Beautiful People

A few weeks ago saw my 40th high school reunion, and although I did not attend, the event did cause me to reflect on the passage of time. A friend sent a link to a site with photos of my old classmates, and seeing those pictures really threw me. Who were all these old people? Who were these men in Hawaiian shirts with big bellies and bald heads? Who were these women with bleached-out hair, saggy skin and too much make-up? Who were these strangers? The one thing I've come to realize is, life is a great leveler. No matter how much you think you've got it going on, sooner or later life bites you on the ass. With that in mind, I began writing songs for what has become "Beautiful People," which I think can be summed up in the lines:

There goes the past
Receding and not always redeemable
And here comes the future
Waiting to churn us up