S1E8: Burger Stripper

In this episode, Matt shares some old band names, Bug talks about his burger preferences, and we spread the good news about the internet's saddest raccoon video. Oh, and we write some songs, too 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 ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Bug Hunter⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠and our brand-new discord is here⁠⁠⁠ and follow us on Instagram, YouTube, etc! Please share the show (and our music) with friends! -- SPOILERS FOR THIS EPISODE BELOW -- ------------------- BUG'S SONG Matt's Challenge: And the Oscar goes to... Title: The Opera Lyrics: Let me tell you all a little ‘bout the theater if you wanna pack people deep in the seats you’re gonna plant seeds, play follow the leader lead’em to the end, breadcrumb, bird feeder they say sex sells but so does drama they’re glued to their seats despite the genre the crowd is not complex at all they love The Phantom, hate the opera The curtains dropped The camera’s stopped make ‘em drag you off the stage They’ve cut the lights so my advice: make ‘em drag you off the stage now you’re twenty minutes deep in your Oscar Speech you look down and the crowd’s all gone to sleep they all cut to commercials on repeat so you can drop the rehearsal, think on your feet You don’t need dialog, and I’ll posit this all your drama should all be ubiquitous if the scripts in Spanish, no me habla love the phantom, hate the opera The curtains dropped The camera’s stopped make ‘em drag you off the stage They’ve cut the lights so my advice: make ‘em drag you off the stage You’ve got your speech all written you can picture it now but your scripts not finished and you’re taking a bow you’ve got your mantlepiece polished and your suit clean pressed spending all that profit with no budget invested You’ve got your speech all written you can picture it now but your scripts not finished and you’re taking a bow you’ve got your speech all written but you’re playing pretend cuz the Oscar, it goes to The Oscar, it goes to your head ---------------------------- MATT'S SONG Bug's Challenge: Take a sad story and make it happy Title: Fresh Cement Lyrics: fresh cement brand new shoes you and i talking it through though we've spun this story ten thousand times these exact beats these exact lines on this exact corner of this exact street the movie reel spins endlessly the credits roll no cheers or claps and when we're done we run it back anyone would think we were rehearsing for something fresh cement on a soundstage the dialogue becomes cliché we hit our marks we play our roles but we do it now with our eyes closed it's like a dance but we don't touch a boxing match without the punch take a bow great work today see you tomorrow for the matinée anyone would think we were rehearsing for something i blink awake and it's my cue nothing's changed but something's new we're rushing now the reach the end and when we do it all begins no subtext now or metaphor you kick, i spit i scream, you roar and then it's done and all that's left is our footprints in fresh cement