Rock the Party

ALBUM TITLE: Rock the Party
ALBUM RELEASE DATE: 11/7/18

PART 1: Rock the Party (An Album)

SONG LIST:

1. Isn’t That What You Want?
2. Commands
3. Results
4. Commands in Every Day Life

ISN’T THAT WHAT YOU WANT?

When you sit down, you’re forced to feel down
When you stand up, it forces us to feel good
Isn’t that what you want?
Isn’t that why you came?

When you throw your hands in the air, you’ll be able to liberate yourself
When you shout out loud, you’ll be able to let it all hang out
Isn’t that what you want?
Isn’t that why you came?

When you scream honest words, you’ll feel like you’re drunk
Feelin’ completely free, without any alcohol
Isn’t that what you want?
Isn’t that why you came?

When you make a commitment and agree with me
You’ll be able to love life, to live the dream
Isn’t that what you want?
Isn’t that why you came?

Can I get a witness?
Can I get a witness?
Can I get a witness in back?
Can I get a witness up front?
Can I get a witness side to side?
Can I get a witness all around?

COMMANDS

Sit down
Stand up
Throw your hands in the air
Wave ‘em like you just don’t care
Clap your hands
Stomp your feet
Shout it out loud
Scream
Can I get a witness?
Can you feel the power?
Say “yeah”
Dance
Boogie down
Shake your hips
Pump your fist
You move
Move
Dance to the rhythm

RESULTS

You’ll be able to:

Feel good
Let it all hang out
Liberate yourself
Blow your mind
Feel ecstatic
Feel ecstasy
Feel the power
Love life
Live the dream
Live the glamour life
Feel like a sex machine

COMMANDS IN EVERYDAY LIFE

Play tennis with me
Believe in me
Cook for me
Give me money
Come to my rock show
Sign my band
Play my band on the radio
Give me a car
Sell me a house

PART 2: Galvanize the Crowd (A Short Story)(563)

Two men talk.

I-Work it through the 4 steps.
M-Okay. Here it is: Give me the money.
I-What are the four steps for Give me the Money?
M-1. Embedded; 2. Presupp (a&b); 3. C/E (a&b); and 4. Binds.
I-Okay. What are some sentences from stage circa 7/14/04?
M-Embedded: Once you sing along and clap your hands, you’ll find that we will have much more fun
Isn’t that what you want?
I-Another?
M-Presupp: A. Fortunately, dancing now will allow you to avoid the troubles of yesterday; B. Already you see that when you clap your hands, this becomes a better experience; C. Already you see that when you clap your hands, it forces this to be a better experience.
I-Another?
M-C/E: a. When you dance to the music and let yourself go, you will enjoy yourself, wouldn’t you agree? b. While you are moving on the dance floor, your minds will come around to what I’m singing about.
I-Another?
M-Binds: The more you dance, the better you’ll feel. The more you let go, the stronger you’ll be
The sooner you clap your hands, the sooner you’ll feel OK, wouldn’t you agree?
I-What is another? Maybe telling me what happens when you buy the album?
M-ONCE YOU BUY THE ALBUM…Here are 10 sentences:
1. Once you buy our album, you’ll have good driving music. Isn’t that what you want?
2. When you begin to give me the money so you can purchase our album, you’ll feel the excitement of owning a great album for dancing. Right?
3. You are a savvy music listener. Once you begin to listen to our music, you’ll be forced to buy our album because it’s organic, original, and fresh. Wouldn’t you agree?
4. Once you buy our album, you’ll begin to appreciate the kind of music we’ve put ourselves on the line to make. When you enjoy our album, you’ll see that it’s daring stuff. Don’t you follow?
5. When you go to the merch table you’ll be able to talk within our merch staff in order to buy our album which forces you to go home with great music. Isn’t that what you want?
6. Once you convince yourself to get moving now, you’ll see that when you buy our album you’re work day will be better off with the great music. Isn’t that what you want?
7. Once you make a commitment to listen to cool music, you’ll find that a decision to buy our album is the quickest way to get good music. Wouldn’t you agree?
8. Who is looking for good music? Who wants to party? I’m going to give you a gift, folks. How are we doing Cleveland?
9. Once you buy our album, you’ll being to feel motivated to rock out with your cock out. Isn’t that, ultimately, what you want?
10. Fortunately, being at this show forces people to make the decision to buy our album in an effort to bring this great show home. Would you not concur?
11. It’s Friday night and people are ready to rock out. I can appreciate that and once you make a commitment to enjoy yourself, you’ll understand the need to buy our album and bring this music home for your family. Wouldn’t you say that’s what is most important?
I-Interesting. Thanks for your time.
M-Not at all.

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A Game of Inches

ALBUM TITLE: A Game of Inches
ALBUM RELEASE DATE: 10/7/18

“For to everyone who has will more be given, and he will have an abundance. But from the one who has not, even what he has will be taken away.”
– Matthew 25:29

PART 1: A Game of Inches (An Album)

SONG LIST:
1. The Ballad of Hattie James (5.0)
2. Motivation Situation (5.0)
3. The Blues Have Been Good to Me
4. Green, Green Grass (5.0)
5. No Regrets (5.0)

THE BALLAD OF HATTIE JAMES (5.0)

Sweet Hattie James, she was a peach
She was older and bolder than the others on the beach
She taught old Jim how to move his thing
Twisting in the wind, like a puppet on a string

She was lookin’ in a fedora hat
In an alley on the darker end of the street
In the city with the dreamers
And the ones who are incomplete

Time is on my side, take my hand and match my stride
Everyone has got one in them
Join me tonight, on a midnight suicide
When the dreamer’s woes
Beget the young man’s blues
[She had to move away from the one horse town
On New York City nights]

She met a picker playin’ bad guitar
In purple, pied piper piano bar
The juke box blew a fuse
When she danced beneath the stars
She was able to teach
Cuz he was ready to learn
The ABC’s and 123s
An organ grinder churned

In the dance through back alleyways
In the glimmer of the glowing bar shine
In a summer when the air was pure
And the water flowed like wine

Time is on my side
Take my hand and match my stride
Write a song and dance for
The jukebox boogaloo
Join me tonight
On a moonlight drive
The sinner can find the
Breadth of the young man’s blues

She counted tips behind closed doors
While the waitresses mopped the floors
He said I guess shooting stars
Don’t fall from the sky
What’s the face on the barroom floor
You’re gonna go far
While you wage another war

[I don’t know about shooting stars
But I know that you’ll go far]

Time is on my side
I lost it all
And swallowed my pride
I hopped a plane
To start my life anew
Join me tonight
For the moonlight boogaloo
The sins we committed
Inform the new cocoon
Young man’s blues
Young man’s blues
Those sings, chalk ‘em up
To the young man’s blues

MOTIVATION SITUATION (5.0)

The lonesome tippler is leaning
Against the brick wall
He drowns the tragedy [what is the tragedy?]
The alcohol will forestall

He took all of her letters
He boxed up everyone
She ran off with his brother
Some deeds can be undone
[He always had more fun]

If you find a situation
Where you need some motivation
Put a skull upon your desk
If you just see devastation
There’s a way to find elation
Just press a dagger to your chest
Pull your lover to your breast

He was an Olympian lover
With no more lions to slay
He went out every night
And drank away each day

If the pain from the pride
Stands in the way
[takes the sting away]
There will still be Maria
To clean the bed of stains

If your stuck in a situation
And you need some motivation
Mandy, you can call on me
If you just see devastation
I can lead you to elation
You can see the forest through the trees

Here is the scene
Playin’ on repeat
From a long time ago
You’re impoverished
And living under a bridge
Banished from the pack
Free fallin’
Oh nooooooo

If you’re at the fire station
And the lights ahead are flashing
Crash from the broken scene
[crashing down upon your dreams]
I’m the one driving the nation
With a standard deviation
Give your hand to the one who sees you bleed

It’s another tired nation
Turning eyes onto salvation
Hungry to know to what to do
Another eager manifestation
Of a destiny desecration
Who takes care of those who believe
[Ken Griffey/Joe DiMaggio]

THE BLUES HAVE BEEN GOOD TO ME

Marky, my hands they hurt
I can’t play the songs the same
I reach for the note
I slip (I miss)
My throat is
Worn out, it seems
Just like a worn out dream

My plan was always to play
Guitar in a band
I set up my amp
And play like a champ
For what is good and right
3 or 4 sets a night
How did I end up in blight

The blues have been good to me, Marky
It’s still okay
But my hair’s gone gray
We always knew
That was not the easiest way to be rich
But the blues have been good to me

Marky, the weirdest dreams
Have made me wake up in the night
There’s me at 15
A guitar and a dream
And a girl on my arm
On a boat by the beach
In a bar

Marky, someone I lived in my car for a while
The money was tight
150 a night
Was not enough
But I took it
And sold my stuff
(even Granpa’s ring from the war)

The blues have been good to me, Marky
Now I’ve heard
The club has closed
The residency is up
And it’s the road for me
But the blues have been good to me

GREEN, GREEN GRASS

Poor kid days
Beggar days
Used to rip the fear from me
[No money fun days
Used to exorcise the fear from me]
[Fretful days, ghosts in my mind]
Pink batons
Yellow lawns
Were clear to see
Late, late lawns
We knew it would pass
But who’s allowed to pass
When you lay down on the green, green grass

Oh, Mona
Oh, Mona
Oh Mona,
She put a hurtin’ on you
[I am an old woman]

They were times
When wrinkle lines
Did not give enough
And the music
Did not produce
To fill my cup

But love was in a class
We were lying on the green, green grass
Oh, Lola
Oh, Lola

I’m breakin down on my knees
Time stole my little victories
All the hours are swept aside
The dodge charger was my moonlight ride

Oh, lovely days
Oh, lovely days

Now the hour is late
And the air is colder
And it’s rage now
That I take a look over
My shoulder
But when I’m lying
On my back
I recall the spell we were under
I saw Bob Seger lightning
And felt, the smell, the sighs, the lights, the nights of wonder

Yes, this too will pass
But for now
We’re running in the green, green grass
Running through the field of grass
Through the tall, tall grass

Oh, the moment
Oh, the moment

Golden years
Golden years

Stay golden
Stay golden

NO REGRETS

Aah! Whoo!
I’m gonna play my piano
In a pinstriped suit
Gonna pound til my fingers turn white
Till I’m on my knees
And I’m beggin please
Cuz I know that
It’s too late to fight

I’m no guru
And I’m no prophet
But I know one truth
That belies my age

What you write should grip
Yes, the words should drip
Yes, the words should rip
Yes, the words should jump from the page
[Rip the scenery of the matrix]

PART 2: Saying Goodbye (A Short Story)(385)

Two men talk.

I-Tell me about saying goodbye.
M-It was 10/17/07.
I-Go on.
M-The nurse said it has to be your decision.
I-What else.
M-There was the feeling that we didn’t want to let her go, but people bit tongues and let her make her decision.
I-Who was there?
M-3 doctors and 2 nurses.
I-What did they say?
M-This is something where she will be medicated.
I-What else?
M-I spoke to her.
I-What did she say?
M-She said she has heard the arguments.
I-And?
M-And she’s not going to chance it. There is a waiting period and it is not enough.
I-What else?
M-She is divided in her thinking. Part of her says it is the right one – the right decision.
I-What is she thinking about?
M-She thought of her sister losing her marbles and the pain that her sister’s husband went through.
I-What do you think?
M-I think that is a wise choice. It is a practical decision. There are chances it could not work out. She does not like having tubes in her arms. There is pain.
I-What does she think?
M-She has said there is a beginning and an end. There will be a next chapter. This one will close. She is doing this for us. She doesn’t want to decline slowly and drag it out. She does not want to go to a hospital.
I-She has a maternal instinct.
M-Yes. She does.
I-It is a matter of time before she goes. She feels she did what she could.
M-It is.
I-Is there anything to do?
M-The stuff they would do, the second treatment, would be rough on a 40-50-60 year old. She is 89, almost 90.
I-Would it be worth trying?
M-She thinks it’s a waste of time. The doctor is amazed by her. She has less to lose, since she is older. Even at a younger age it is 50/50 at best as to whether or not it will work.
I-Did you talk to someone?
M-We talked to the doctor. They understand. They admire her strength. Doctors try to help people get well.
I-What is the next step?
M-We will go there on Friday or Sunday night.
I-Did you talk to her sister?
M-Yes, she said that whatever happens, it is best to make a choice and stick with it.

The Bleakest Bazaar

ALBUM TITLE: The Bleakest Bazaar
ALBUM RELEASE DATE: 9/17/18

PART 1: Songs From a Van (An Album by Left Hand Smoke)
PART 2: Financial Security (An Album by Ben Mish)
PART 3: LHS 9 (An Album by Left Hand Smoke)
PART 4: The Bleakest Bazaar (A Short Story)

PART 1: SONGS FROM A VAN (An Album by Left Hand Smoke)

SONG LIST

1. No Regrets (Song List Only)
2. Motivation Situation 2.1
3. Motivation Situation Final
4. Give Me a Song (Song List Only)
5. The Ballad of Hattie James (Song List Only)
6. Green, Green Grass (Song List Only)
7. Laid to Waste (Song List Only)
8. Slow Down (Song List Only)
9. You’ve Got a Lot of Nerve (aka Daughters aka Photos & Turnstiles)
10. Jack & Jane (Song List Only)
11. Rock n’ Roll! Alcohol! Party! * (Song List Only)
12. The Train (Song List Only)

All lyrics Ben Mish, except song 10
Songs 1-6– music by Ben Mish
Songs 7-9 –music by Ben Mish and Ronan O’Mahony
Song 10 – music by Left Hand Smoke, lyrics by Ben Mish & Andrew Cloutier
Song 11 – music by Ben Mish Ronan O’Mahony

MOTIVATION SITUATION (VERSION 2.1)

The lonesome tippler is leaning
Against a brickwall
He had the greatest day
And drank beyond last call

He cashed in all his chips
He made every last call
He’s boxed up all the letters
He’s grounded all his guns
He knows he’s past the point
Where life is as much fun

If you find a situation
Where you need some motivation
Baby, you can call on me
It’s a feeling that your chasin’
and a fleeting cold elation
I know it’s the hardest place to be
And all your progress,
And all your play
He goes out every night
He’s suffers through every day
Well if the pain and the pride
Get in your big way
I know it’s the hardest play

It hit me quick
When I woke up at 5am
Ream after ream
Hour after hour
Where I don’t know

If you find a situation
Where you need some motivation
Baby, you can call on me
It’s a feeling that your chasin’
and a fleeting cold elation
I know it’s the hardest place to be
I know it’s the hardest one to see

MOTIVATION SITUATION (FINAL)

The lonesome tippler’s leaning against the brick wall
Wounded by tragedies he prays he can forestall
He got all of her letters, he boxed up every one
The last words that she said, they rolled right off her tongue

If you find a situation where you need some motivation
Baby, you can call on me
In the midst of devastation lie the seeds of jubilation
That can be the hardest thing to see

And all his hopes and dreams they play
Out every single night, and disappear each day
But if the pain and the pride get in the way
I-I know-know you-you can still hear her say

If you find a situation where you need some motivation
Baby, you can call on me
In the midst of devastation lie the seeds of jubilation
That can be the hardest thing to see

I had a dream then woke up a long time
Ream after ream unfolds a story that is written in your soul

If you find a situation where you need some motivation
Baby, you can call on me
In the midst of devastation lie the seeds of jubilation
That can be the hardest thing to see

If you have some trouble chasin’
Through the season of elation
That might be the hardest thing to see

YOU’VE GOT A LOT OF NERVER (AKA DAUGHTERS AKA PHOTOS & TURNSTILES)

Rushin’ off to work,
what was that about

PART 2: Financial Security (An Album by Ben Mish)

NOTE: These songs could be the 3 songs to fill out the album “The Inspector’s Pipe” or 2 songs on the album “Songs About Books” or 2 songs on the album “Cezanne.”

1. Blue Jeans & Day Dreams (1.0)
2. Between the Margaritas & the Shore (Hyacinths)
3. Roll Away the Stone
4. High Summer
5. The Beat Hotel
6. Bhi Krake
7. American Dream (Song List Only)
8. It Don’t Take Much (Song List Only)
9. Shinin’ in the Window (Song List Only)
10. The Stars Shine Bright Tonight (Song List Only)
11. Mr. Brooks (Song List Only)
12. Ain’t It A Pity (Song List Only)

BLUE JEANS AND DAYDREAMS (1.0)

VERSE 1

I remember hearing you were going to Northgate State
I was at the UW; biked to school and I studied late
Got my mind blown by William Blake
Went to Suzzallo at 3 and studied till 8
Was irate at the fates cuz I couldn’t concentrate
But I made the dean’s list for 12 quarters straight
So damn disciplined till I made the discovery
That I could write songs and not ever worry

What was that thing near the end of summer quarter?
I partied and made too many runs to the border
For mild sauce and Orange King and Gyrocery
I was stumbling when it came to me

Got my blue jeans, got my daydreams
Well my mind is troubled but my soul is clean

VERSE 2

People seemed to like it when we played the frat parties.
Play set, get wrecked, and wake up and say sorry
Remember that shit at the cocktail soriee
I left the place feeling a profound sense of glory
There was aikido roll on the floor by the moon
And the girl setting off the sprinkler, locked in the bathroom
Melissa said I sounded like Nick Caraway
I said that’s wacky cuz I’m reading Gatsby nearly every day

She said she wanted to be a great writer so she majored in English.
I said I can’t see myself writing a novel, when I try, it’s sophomoric.
I told her I learned I don’t have to worry anymore
What was coming from inside was, I guess, just enough for me, for sure

Got my blue jeans, got my daydreams
Well my mind is troubled but my soul is clean

BRIDGE 1

I just wanted to put my arms around something!!
I just wanted the house, I just wanted the breast, I just wanted the boat.
Oh, I just wanted to take a stand
Sad that things haven’t turned out as I planned
But pushing, always pushing, always pushing
Until one day….

VERSE 3

We laid in bed and talked the score, walked around the campus some more
I’ve never said this before, suddenly in love I was for sure
When parted near the flower store, she kissed me on the lips, in floor
kissed me on the lips and I felt like she might want me, by the post office door
I got some beauty rest, told her of the craziness.
At this point I knew Maria was studying for a test
Now I was just an added stress, I think she didn’t like my college-boy dress.
Walked me at 6, since Thursday mix, but she called me in sick

She didn’t want to hang with preppy guys.
Who someday would wear suits and ties.
They had the greasy spoon morning on Sunday
I was twistin’ the night away

Got my blue jeans, got my daydreams
Well my mind is troubled but my soul is clean

BRIDGE 2

I just wanted to have the best of friends!!
I just wanted to win the game! I just wanted to be important! To be in love!
Oh, I just wanted to take a stand
Sad that things haven’t turned out as I planned
But pushing, always pushing, always pushing
Until one day….

VERSE 4

My thought stopped and I chain-smoked and I came home and lay down.
I tripped over the blinds and made quite a large sound.
But Freaky Frank from the frats has a chucking chive fetish.
He was chucking his chives n’ I was shucking and jiving.
The car was pullin’ round and the boys were ready
To go back to party and hold the wheel steady
I had too many thoughts for my poor little head.
I wished that Annie had been lying in my bed.

But she wasn’t, so I lay down and tried to sleep.
So many secrets and ideas to keep
in my head till the day, that I’d crack open a pen case
and write it down for the world to read.

And that’s what I did today.

BETWEEN THE MARGARITAS AND THE SHORE (HYACINTHS)

White faces, white t-shirts
Brown hair and baseball caps
Through the backrooms
And the backyards
And the warm, Sunday mornings
Hung over from Fridays
Ready for a nap
Well, all the young taquitas
Between the margaritas and the shore
Between the hyacinths and cactuses
That spread out on the waves
And comb your hair like (punked out) pompadours
And it’s a restless calling
I’m bawling but at least it’s not a bore
Go down to old King Edwards
And bust down those provincial doors
I am a young man, my clothes are dark
My arms are tan
Do you think that the brown boys
Could be coy and dance along this sand?
The women wonder, to all and sundry
And I’m going to crack up an old can
And bash it like a dream in a fan
Well, all the young Marshall boys
Swinging in the toys and all’s a dream
Between the old wayfarers where no one
Cares and no one begs for the unseemly
I’ll stand on the highest mountain
And scream out that I have no doubts
I’ve got it all figured out
So finally there is reason to shout

ROLL AWAY THE STONE

Take me down to the river
Roll away the stone
Take me down to the river
Alone
Take me down to the river
20 miles from my home
Take me down to the river
Alone
There are thieves in the temple
Where the broken women moan
There are thieves in the temple
Undone
When the water from the river
Cleans my soul through my bones
I will wade through the river
Alone
Roll away the stone
Roll away the stone
There is peace in the valley
And sun on the water
Roll away the stone

HIGH SUMMER

Royal Poinciana, full freedom I see it from my room Waving in the Florida Keys wind We are in the south at noon So close to the ocean It’s humid, feel the air It is high summer It is high summer

Do we know of cold fronts? Or will it be stable? Does it freeze? It’s rare, it’s so rare Do we get 100 degrees From the autumn to the winter? Now it is high summer It is high summer

I think we once reached 109 That day in ’31 in Monticello The hot, the wet, and then the dry day
We call it the Sunshine State But we are caught in an insect sun Here comes another thunderstorm It is high summer It is high summer

THE BEAT HOTEL

Meet me in Paris I’ll bring the inkwell We’ll stay with Corso At the Beat Hotel Ladies and lovers And a place to dwell Meet me in two months At the Beat Hotel

I’m leaving San Francisco I’m determined to sell The last of my possessions Ring the “Bon Voyage” bell If it feels right, it is right That’s my way out of hell I’ll meet you on the doorstep Of the Beat Hotel

I got a typewriter A sharp suit with lapels A print of Van Gogh From Miami Miguel We knew Berkley heroes Before they all fell I’ll meet you in heaven At the Beat Hotel

BHI KRAKE

We all love our favorite park Rainier beer and dungarees Meet you over there after dark Over at Bhi Krake

White hats and well-worn fleece Camel packs and the ringer tees Drunk chicks and keg parties Over at Bhi Krake

Far from your folks Far from responsibilities Hop in your daddy’s car It’s not that far Over at Bhi Krake

Potato chips and fresh pep sticks People standing in the street 20 bucks for a bag of weed Over at Bhi Krake

Make noise at 1am Make out behind the trees Cops are bustin’ it up again Over at Bhi Krake
Far from your folks Far from responsibilities Hop in your daddy’s car It’s not that far Over at Bhi Krake

All the Catholic, high school kids All the future college grads Need a place to get away A light to see Over at Bhi Krake

We might move away someday But in our hearts there will always be That late night get away Over at Bhi Krake

Far from your folks Far from responsibilities Hop in your daddy’s car It’s not that far Over at Bhi Krake

Far from your folks Far from responsibilities Hop in your daddy’s car It’s not that far Over at Bhi Krake

Where we could just be free

PART 3: LHS 9 (AN ALBUM)

SONG LIST:
1. Nothing Can Keep Your Heart from Breaking

NOTHING CAN KEEP YOUR HEART FROM BREAKIN’

Turn out the light
Surrender yourself to the bedroom
Arrive at a job
You know there are others

Who have what you want
But you never thought you would
Come away with the love
You never thought you would

You hunt through clubs
And the all-night hotels
And you long for that feeling
that you knew so well

As you stand like a stranger
In the bedroom
Haunted by the stars
And your grandpa the moon

He looks down on you
And says this is what’s true

Well nothin’ can keep your heart from breakin’
You either the taker or the one who’s love is for taking

So you glide through the photo albums
Realizing that you never quite understood
The things you thought you learned many years before
And you remember to forget the thing you realized long ago

That no matter how happy you are
There’s always somewhere to go
And things create change so slow
And things create change so slow

In halls filled with strangers
Schmoozing and dining away
Like oceans waves,
Crashing upon this green bay

And you my dear
Were like a breast of light, so clear
And I’m sorry I’ve hurt you
But you’ve hurt me as well, I fear

We’ve got a couple choices
And we’ve got to push through

Well nothin can keep your heart from breakin’
You either the taker or the one who’s love is for taking

So I’ll hop in the car
And drive away and make resolutions
Ponder the past and how
I can receive retribution

And maybe your face will grow
More beautiful as I drive away
But it can’t make me feel better
I can’t stay, I can’t stay

Nothin’ can keep your heart from breakin’
If you give your love it’s a choice that you’re makin’

PART 4: The Bleakest Bazaar (A Short Story)(604)

Two men talk.

I-Tell me what you say to setup your song “Tree of Life”?
M-Setup for Tree of Life: Playing in a successful band is great, then at some point things happen…the guys don’t get a long, the crowds stop showing up in droves, the new material/songs don’t click the same way…then you wonder, is this the beginning of the end? Relationships can be like that, too. Sometimes the breaking up of bands and romantic relationships can overlap and interweave. This song is about that, I think.
I-What do you like listening to?
M- I like songwriting, drumming, singing, and playing piano. I am not great at drumming but I’m pretty good at the other things. My favorite artists: Bob Dylan (songwriting); Van Morrison (songwriting and lots of cool piano parts); The Band (lots of cool piano parts); and James Brown (the dancing, the rhythm, the feel). I’ve spent a lot of time listening to Ben Folds, the Rolling Stones, Ray Charles, Stevie Wonder, Prince, etc. The list goes on and on. I’ve done a lot of party music – disco, rock, soul – and I have lately been learning lots of basslines for my left hand. The independence required to play an Earth, Wind, and Fire song while singing is tough. I listen to a lot of hip-hop, too. I play a lot of covers. On the back-burner, though maybe the most important pursuit, is to play like Oscar Peterson while singing – sort of a Ray Charles thing or Nat King Cole when he rocked a little harder. That is as exciting to me as any high-energy rock n’ roll. I have hit some technical hurdles there.
I-I would do that by fiat.
M-What does fiat mean? Approval, sanction, authorization, permission.
I-What does opprobrium mean?
M-Per the dictionary, “Harsh criticism or censure.”
I-That is intransigence.
M-What does that mean?
I-Inflexibility.
M-I deal with logos. Spoken truth is logos.
I-What do you think about drugs?
M-Beware of unearned wisdom (I think Jung said this).
I-What is something wise?
M-Jordan Peterson said this: Do not say things that make you feel weak. Is what you say founded on sand or rock.
I-What is a joke sign in a bar window?
M-Free beer tomorrow
I-What is an idea?
M-The person who tells the best story wins. – Jordan Peterson.
I-What is an idea?
M-The story of the transcendent human being is the best story. – Jordan Peterson
I-What are novel ideas?
M-Bacon (A Novel in the Second Person). Eggs (An Epistolary Novel). Those are two novel ideas.
I-What is an idea?
M-The Valley of Elah – where the battle between David and Goliath took place.
I-You said something.
M-I am challenging the veracity of that.
I-That is the mawkish.
M-That is not the mawkish type, is it?
I-What does mawkish mean?
M-Maudlin, sappy, etc.
I-What is an idea?
M-I would say that is severable.
I-What does that mean?
M-Divided by cutting or slicing, especially suddenly and forcibly.
I-What is a thing to say?
M-I attended last year and the energy was infectious. As a Seattle native, I am glad that such an event exists in order to support the local music scene.
I-What is a song to learn?
M-Charley Patton music. He made music similar to Leadbelly’s.
I-What is something to listen to?
M-Manchester Orchestra’s Black Mile to the Surface.
I-What is a to do?
M-Read “Match Stick Girl” by Hans Christian Andersen.
I-What is a good story?
M-There was the time I passed out in my friend’s back seat then his dad went and ran errands the next morning and didn’t see me.

To Be Able to Play It All

ALBUM TITLE: To Be Able to Play It All
ALBUM RELEASE DATE: 9/7/18

PART 1: The Next Solo Piano Album (An Album)
PART 2: Hipster Archipelago (A Short Story – Part 2)

PART 1: The Next Solo Piano Album (An Album)

SONG LIST:
1. It Don’t Take Much
2. An American Dream
3. It All Comes Back to Her
4. Someday You’ll Discover
5. Let’s Remember
6. Louise, Say Goodbye
7. Mr. Brooks
8. One Little Lifetime
9. The Story of a Boy from Bethlehem, PA
10. Falling Into Blue
11. The Beat Hotel
12. Past Your Prime

IT DON’T TAKE MUCH

It don’t take much to let your soul rise above it
It don’t take much just to push the pain away
It don’t take much to let your soul rise above it
It don’t take much just to accept what you’ve done
The mark of a good friend
Is certainly when
You don’t see them in a while
And you pick up where you left off
So you can wear the mask
And say everything’s OK
As long as you treat me the same way
It don’t take much
It don’t take much to let your soul rise above it
It don’t take much when you’ve got some support
It don’t take much because there’s no one who is above it
Everybody has a time when they’ve got to be sure
The mark of a good friend
Is certainly when
You don’t see them in a while
And you pick up where you left off
So you can wear the mask
And say everything’s OK
As long as you treat me the same way
It don’t take much

AN AMERICAN DREAM

Hold my hand tightly and give me your dowry, Candy
My mother was good with her money, too, you know
This was the dawn of the new millennium, and we ate our pizza and Diet Coke
And we boarded the train to find an American dream
Seattle is just a forgotten and rainy small town
High school friends, they follow you and you can’t escape the past
A 14 hour drive to get to San Francisco
Candy and I looked for a part of the American dream
We’re the fortunate ones
We had to run for the train in the rain
I’m still breathing heavy, damn those cigarettes
When we went to Canada I stopped at the duty-free
But you know Candy didn’t want to see too much Whiskey in me
Snacking on the bus, you’ve got your new hat
And all of the memories remind me of that fact
That you read the rags about real estate in California
And I’ll read the poetry and we’ll hold hands
As the stars come out in the country just outside Ashland, Oregon
I woke up in a panic, in the middle of Marin County
And I talked to Candy as she slept
She used to talk to me, when I was asleep and I’d listen, I’d hear her voice
Now it’s just reminiscin’
Tomorrow, Candy, I said we’re going to ride across the Golden Gate Bridge
Throw a rock in the water and see how it is to ripple
Like the dream that you’re in
Oh, Candy, all those cars out on the Golden Gate bridge
Are looking for their part of the American dream
I hope there is enough of it for all of us
I hope there is enough

IT ALL COMES BACK TO HER

She moves with the breezes that blow
She believes she’s got something unique
This barrio was made for her she thinks
You can see it in the company she seeks
She makes you feel wanted
She wants to want you, but no
She’s only looking for a way
To love herself more
To love herself more
I know when the pendulum swings
And she decides what really matters
It all comes back
It all comes back
It all comes back to her
She invites lengthy conversations
But the subject always comes back her way
She’ll ask you what’s new, what are you doin’, where ya been?
But she really wants to tell you about her new play
She’ll list you among
Her closest friends
But with her the need
For attention never ends
It never ends
I know when the pendulum swings
And she decides what really matters
It all comes back
It all comes back
It all comes back to her
She nearly breaks when the fates turn on her
As if she’s the only one they do this to
She doesn’t know why everyone can’t see her talent
She’ll be a star someday, if they only knew
You’ve got to look out for yourself
You’ve got to look out for yourself
I know when the pendulum swings
And she decides what really matters
It all comes back
It all comes back
It all comes back
It all comes back
It all comes back to her

SOMEDAY YOU’LL DISCOVER

You take it to the soil
You sock it to ‘em like you should
And everything they’ve done
You’ll do it just as good
You take no one’s advice
You act just like you think you should
That’s OK
No more singin’ slave songs
Someday, you’ll discover
We should spend our lives together
But nothin’ will prove this more
Than makin’ our own mistakes
Someday, you’ll discover

LET’S REMEMBER

I’ll walk ahead of you
I’ll tell you things that you already knew
We’ll walk hand in hand
Darlin’ then you’ll understand
Everything you’ve ever wondered about
All the lamplight images, all the wild streams flowing under
Bridges by the wild oak trees
Grab a hold of me
I’m right where I want to be
In a field of tall grass
All innocence comes skating past
Grab a hold of it
When it pays you a visit
Let’s remember
Let’s remember
Walkin’ down the road on a green and blue day
All your worries melt away
In the hot, hot, hot sun
These streets don’t remember anyone
But they belong to us
Let’s kick our feet up
Let’s kick up a fuss
When in the midnight hour
We’re dancing
Outside the breeze is blowin’
The lamplight dancin’
Sweet, sweet romancin’
I’ll walk you home
In the warm night
Let’s remember
Let’s remember
Wash your face in the stream
Wash your worries clean
Pack your bags and let’s go
I tell you things you already know
Let’s remember who you wanted to be
Let’s remember what we wanted to see
Let’s remember
Let’s remember

LOUISE, SAY GOODBYE

I know it’d be easy if I could just break away from this same old swing set, these same old trees but in my heart, I know I’ll stay. Got to move, got to open my eyes when that part of me dies. Open up your eyes. It’s so beautiful, wonderful. Something you’ve never seen before. Swinging on a swing set. So young, so innocent.
Would you know it was beautiful if it never came to an end? I’ll hold on to my tune as the light fills the room, you’re gonna be beautiful soon. Kickin’ around the neighborhood. Remember when you were up to no good. Runnin’, playin’, singin’. In the distance, bells were ringin’. Ring those bells, ring those bells. Let’s remember ourselves.
Everything in front, all that passed behind. I think I’ll find my dreams down on Hollywood and Vine. Pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up your guitar and play. Create tomorrow and sing for yesterday. You got those flowers all around you. You got ribbons in your hair. I think we could grow old together. I know it’s now or never.
We dream of who we wanted to be. We dream of who we were to each other. All the days that pass into reverie. Frosty windows, frosty days. Catchin’ a train to New York. Wish I was in San Diego, where the ocean seems to touch your eyes so slow – so mellow like gold. Let’s go where the air is light. Where there is music. Music, movin’ your hips. I think I could kiss your lips.
Dirty old streets. Give me my winter coat. Give me some time alone. To wander through the snow and sleet. I think I’ll figure it out. Why you don’t remember all the things I remember. When snowy December chills me to my soul. To my very ember.
Louise, say Goodbye. Those beautiful days are gone. But something strange and different will come.
When you’re caught between the chords of a song. The triumphant strain brings me back home again. Ring them bells, ring them loud. Say goodbye, say hello. Ring them bells. Let us remember ourselves. Just put your dusty old boot heel upon the first stair. Catch a train. You’ll go far away, in the great open spaces. Spread your wings. You’re going away. Kickin’ around the ideas of your younger years. Something you learned so long ago. Before you knew how to know. You’re going out into a night of deep black. The night is out of whack. And I know you’re not coming back. Sometimes it feels so good to be hopelessly alone. But all I’m after is trying to find someone who’s been alone.

MR. BROOKS (1.0)

In some slum, in some dark town
Under some half-moon
You got to bring brass knuckles
And a big belt buckle
’cause you might meet the man
You might meet the man
He’s stands about 6’2” or 6’3”
He’s got a bevy of fine ladies
Got a car
And a place at the bar
That’s where you might meet the man
You might meet the man
What’s his name?
What’s his name?
What’s his name?
You can hear them say
He’s a crook, he’s a crook, he’s Mr. Brooks
Watch out folks or he’ll get his hooks in you
It’s true
Won’t be long
Sing that song
King Kong ain’t got nothin on Mr. Brooks
You better watch out if you know what’s good for you
Some folks call him Dorsey
Some just Mr. Brooks
Some come in through the back door
To avoid gettin’ one of his looks
He’s cookin’ the books
He takes some dudes out in the alley
One-two he punch ‘em in the belly
He beats ‘em up when he feels like it
Sometimes they owe him money
Or maybe just looked at him funny
And they got to meet the man
They got to meet the man
But it keeps him sharp and fit
What’s his name?
What’s his name?
What’s his name?
You can hear them say
He’s a crook, he’s a crook, he’s Mr. Brooks
Watch out folks or he’ll get his hooks in you
It’s true
You better watch out if you know what’s good for you
He’s a crook, he’s a crook, he’s Mr. Brooks
Watch out folks or he’ll get his hooks in you
It’s true
You better watch out if you know what’s good for you
Oh, oh, oh, oh
It’s true
It won’t be long
As sure as I sing this song
King Kong ain’t got nothin’ on Mr. Brooks

MR. BROOKS (2.0)

When a tedda
Figa he be
Comin and a
Stunnin In the
Clubba baby
Bubba adda
Dabble with the
Babble nothing
Trigger happy
Figa name a
Brook and he a
Cookin’ he a
Slaya with the
Playa with the
Guitar in the
Naybar get it

MR. BROOKS (3.0)

Gable to the
Fable simple
Listed and he
Twisted met a
Maker blood a
Spillin’ on the
Floor and people
Singing and a
Bragger while he
Sign in table
And the fable
Get that goal now
In the plow when
Red-head kid-a
MR. BROOKS (4.0)
Feed-a said-a
Tuesday Teddy
went a clubbin’
Bubbin’ Friday
my day May day
Whadda coulda
In the alley
Rally Sally
He a say day
Lady Ray day
Cray day
Pay day
What’s up
Many merry
Dorsey pour
Some sugar on it,
Happen tappin’, rappin’
Exploded, coded,
Gun loaded, brazen
And hurricane
And Remy met a maker
Not a taker but he’s over

MR. BROOKS (5.0)

Some shoeshine boy
Told me on Tuesday
That he was at the club
On the first Friday in May
And, oh, what could he say,
Out in the alley
Dorsey’s woman, Sally
Was with man named Remy
Dorsey happened upon it
And exploded like a hurricane
And Remy met his maker
What a sorry end

MR. BROOKS (6.0)

In some club in some town under some half moon
You better bring brass knuckles and a big belt buckle
Cuz you might meet the man
You might meet the man, you might meet the man
MR. BROOKS (7.0)
In some slum,
In some town
Under some
Bright half moon
You gotta bring brass knuckles
And a big belt buckle
Cuz you might meet the man
You might meet the man
He stands
About 6’2’’ or 6’3
Top hat
And a bevy of fine ladies
Nice car
Got a place at the bar
Cuz you might meet the man
You might meet the man
He runs
The bar like Stalin
He shines
Bright like a star
Standin’ tall like the man
Standin’ grand like the man
Standin’ tall like the man
Tall like the man
He’s a crook, he’s a crook, his name is Mr. Brooks
Watch out folks or he’ll get his hooks in you
It’s true, it won’t be long
As sure as I sing that song
King Kong aint’ go nothin on Mr. Brooks

MR. BROOKS (VERSION 2.1)
In some slum
In some town
Under some half moon
You better bring brass knuckles
And a big belt buckle cuz
You might meet the man, you might meet the man
He stood about 6’2 or 6’3
He had a bevy

MR. BROOKS (VERSION 2.2)

‘cause you might met the man (you might meet the man)
He runs the bar with a big fist
He’s about 6’2 or 6’3, about 6

ONE LITTLE LIFETIME
The small town culture held nothing for me
So I judged I should get out when I got into my teens
Maybe become a boxer, maybe become an actor
Just get somewhere where I can be seen
Now I’ve learned to be guarded when I found I was abandoned
And nobody else can know how it feels and I can’t tell them
The key to happiness is to cease to be so hopeful
Then you won’t be so let down
When your world comes crashing to the ground.
You flew too close to the sun
But God will call your bluff
I think one little lifetime is enough
My mother left when I was two years old and left me with my uncle
Who raised me in the country with a scythe and a sickle
And each time I asked of my city roots they bathed me in a bristling story
That I could not understand.
It took a decade to get
To the place where I felt like I could pay all my bills and still load the deck
With compelling reasons to push for a better sunset
Under some other sky, on some other soil
And I’m wondering if it was worth the toil
You flew too close to the sun
But God will call your bluff
I think one little lifetime is enough
I opened up my eyes. It was in a cold apartment.
The blinds had been drawn and I knew I was not alone.
It was her – was it my teenage love? – no, it was another,
it was a lanky German TV star. Above my bed she hovered.
I said, “What’s wrong with me? Can I change this?”
She said, “You can’t…it’s pointless to try.”
“But I love you anyway and I love that fact that we can hold each other
And cry in this anonymous town, where no one’s gonna care
When we pass away, drift away, slip away.”
What was it that you said right before you ran away from me?
You said, “We’ve spent our whole lives trying to figure out the mystery.”
But the big bash is approaching so let’s wear our cocktail attire.
Let’s dance our little lives out on the tightrope thin wire.
You flew too close to the sun
But God will call your bluff
I think one little lifetime is enough.”
THE STORY OF A BOY FROM BETHLEHEM, PENNSYLVANIA
The pimps and the hustlers cackle in the gray streets of Brooklyn.
The Seattle mother weeps as she reads an erotic book when
her Texan lover flies to the strip club in Houston.
I stare at the blood in the sink.
At 15 I had a girlfriend. I fell prostrate
to her silver lining and her straight shot to heaven’s gates.
I still recall the mystery behind each date,
where we held each other’s scrawny hands in the moonlight.
I imagine we were quite a sight.
Each story has an arc and I arched my back and left.
I sprinted to New York City where I thought the angels slept.
Existing somewhere within a pugilistic, beefcake kind of dream
I felt so hungry for something to eat.
Oh, MTV, VH1, ETV – bullshit.
This is not the medium for happiness. It makes me feel so bitter.
I thought that I could hang there. I thought I was a star.
I thought I’d make it so far.
But now I’m stuck with the blues and an out-of-tune guitar. Damn straight.
My heart was beating fast.
There was a pipe on the table and
A chef with a needle and a spoon.
The guitar is still out of tune.
She wasn’t angry, she was overcome by the sadness and the grief.
Still she was staid, so demure, and it must have been a relief
for a girl as young as her to have a strong belief
that you do best when you accept your fate.
We hugged and kissed as Bethlehem faded away.
My memory of location is foggy…but my memory of words is elephantine.
You were pondering your place in the universe. You said, “It’s inevitably lonely.”
You said, “It just gets worse and worse until the worse of all befalls me.

FALLING INTO BLUE

“Meet me down at the café” She said as she combed her hair I said, “I’ve got to work again So I’m afraid I won’t be there”

She said, “I’m meeting Joe and Shelia To help them get through their exams They are always so difficult When they are busy making plans

So I won’t see you” She said and closed the door

The sun is going down On this sleepy, coastal town I was born when I first met you
Now the grave is in the ground I’m rootless and exposed But I still feel the same for you It’s all we need, fade to black
I’m falling into blue

I put my hand on her arm When I met her the next day My mind was like a cloud And she was the sunlight through the gray

Your man has other colors And he has a diamond ring But I know he’s not my brother Still, we love the same thing

And that is you I said and squeezed her hand

The sun is going down On this sleepy, coastal town I was born when I first met you Now the grave is in the ground I’m rootless and exposed But I still feel the same for you It’s all we need, fade to black
I’m falling into blue

In the distance a dog barked The grass was freshly cut She took a sip of coffee What she said kicked me in the gut
She said, “You are so fragile And I do not really know Why I want him, since he’s not you But with him, I have to go
So I’m leaving” She said and grabbed her keys

The sun is going down On this sleepy, coastal town I was born when I first met you Now the grave is in the ground I’m rootless and exposed But I still feel the same for you It’s all we need, fade to black
I’m falling into blue

THE BEAT HOTEL

Meet me in Paris I’ll bring the inkwell We’ll stay with Corso At the Beat Hotel Ladies and lovers And a place to dwell Meet me in two months At the Beat Hotel

I’m leaving San Francisco I’m determined to sell The last of my possessions Ring the “Bon Voyage” bell If it feels right, it is right That’s my way out of hell I’ll meet you on the doorstep Of the Beat Hotel

I got a typewriter A sharp suit with lapels A print of Van Gogh From Miami Miguel We knew Berkley heroes Before they all fell I’ll meet you in heaven At the Beat Hotel

PAST YOUR PRIME

Well I saw you standing proud
Full of ego and talking so loud
And you recalled the days
When you were ingénue
Then you were drunk and feelin’ low
With your two stooges in tow
Saying this bar
Holds nothin’ for you
Well take a look at yourself
You’re past your prime
Those limelight days are all just cheap words now
You peaked early babe
It was such a swift climb
And all things from here on out
Will be post-climatic, somehow
You object to my review
Of your current state, do you?
And you think I’m bitter
About my lack of game?
Well, I know I’m not happy
But don’t put this back on me
You’re responsible
For what happened to your name
Well take a look at yourself
You’re past your prime
Those limelight days are all just cheap words now
You peaked early babe
It was such a swift climb
And all things from here on out
Will be post-climatic, somehow
Do you remember when I’d stall
To hear your voice in the hall
And you’d always look on
Another way?
Well, my ship has now set sail
And you’re stuck dodging the hail
You’ve got to look people in the eyes, now
For the rest of your days
So you’re tired of all the pain that’s come along
You’re tired of all the stress
You looked worried about a minute ago
When you thought you were in a mess
Well take a look at yourself
You’re past your prime
Those limelight days are all just cheap words now
You peaked early babe
It was such a swift climb
And all things from here on out
Will be post-climatic, somehow
PART 2: HIPSTER ARCHIPELAGO – PART 2 (A SHORT STORY) (1348)

Two men talk.

I-Tell me, how do you combine your original music with your cover band music?
M-I suppose that a cover band night needs an SU, Joke, and CTA.
I-Okay.
M-And an original night needs that or an SU, Truthy Moment, and CTA.
I-So, Sucked in by the Sin.
M-Set up involves the rat race. Truthy moment involves the handshake. CTA is the holding of the long note.
I-Comfort in the Wise.
M-Set up is about the dust bowl or somewhere else, Truthy Moment is about pregnant part, and the CTA is the solo.
I-Hard to Love.
M-Set up is about drinkin’ beer, shots, hard alcohol. Truthy Moment is to never forget. CTA is to clap your hands. Or a solo on falsetto as the CTA.
I-Okay. What is another one.
M-Another set up is moving away from rat race. A joke is about Bell Biv Devoe and my connection with that music. The CTA is holding a long note.
I-What about Animal.
M-Not sure.
I-What about Annie?
M-SU is explaining the sing along. CTA is a handshake
I-What about Hard to Love?
M-Setup is heard on the radio that a person learned her family is not hers. What would you do if you learned your family was not yours. The CTA would be to electrify the crowd.
I-Tell me about 9/30/17 at 2am?
M-I suppose I had a few drinks then sat down to write.
I-Tell me more.
M-I played as a duo at the Irish Bar.
I-You played piano?
M-I played drums.
I-How was it?
M-It kind of blew. It kind of sucked.
I-How come?
M-I need to put together a set of tunes that works and this set we played did not work.
I-That is too bad. How do you feel?
M-Defeated. Like when I tried to ski and was defeated by the mountain.
I-What are the issues weighing on your brain.
M-The club owner/booker. By the not-very-good opening bands. By high school and college people I know catching the set. By the talented closer. By the hipster part of town.
I-Tell me another thing.
M-Making a speech tonight was not easy.
I-Tell me about another gig.
M-Oh, I guess I am thinking about playing small clubs with the band.
I-What did you do there?
M-Dancing around onstage is one thing.
I-What is a good thing?
M-Hotness. Hot chicks in the front row.
I-What is the flip side of a good thing?
M-Feeling defeated by a show. Tough. Struggle. Depression.
I-Tell me again about the show at the Irish Bar.
M-I feel defeated. Defeated by not coming off well.
I-What is something to work on.
M-My facial expressions. My girlfriend said they did not come off well.
I-So there are expectations to measure up to?
M-Yes, those of my girlfriend, mother, and manager.
I-So tell me about the experience.
M-Band members make fun of openers and closers.
I-What else?
M-The band makes fun of the audience.
I-What else?
M-I am nervous before going onstage. I have butterflies.
I-What else?
M-I am awkward in conversation with soundguy, promoter, owner, and a person in the crowd I went to high school with.
I-Are you sure it is you?
M-Maybe it is them, now that I think about it.
I-What was a misstep?
M-I didn’t know the name of promoter when he arrived.
I-What else?
M-I felt the obligation to interact.
I-No backstage?
M-Right.
I-What else?
M-There were two female bartenders, I think they were a couple. They did not seem happy to have my business. It’s like they were guessing my political affiliation and disagreeing with it out of principal, even though nothing was discussed. Even though maybe we agree.
I-What else?
M-I felt uncomfortable with my sport coat. I feel too dressed up, too GQ.
I-Ah, a wardrobe misstep in hipster land.
M-Correct.
I-Maybe the bartenders found your wardrobe offensive.
M-Possibly.
I-What else?
M-I am constantly aware of his position as a performer.
I-As you should be. The club looks to you to be the MC and to direct the night.
M-That makes sense.
I-What else?
M-There is a constant feeling that something crappy is coming up.
I-You mean in your songs?
M-Yes.
I-Then you need to practice more. It needs to be easy up there.
M-I suppose so.
I-What else?
M-There is a constant feeling that my career is being tested and evaluated in that moment onstage.
I-Maybe it is.
M-There is a sense of desperation.
I-That could be good. Or it could make your performance seem desperate and unhinged, in a bad way.
M-There is an unfriendliness at tables around me.
I-You need to be able to get over with any crowd, and if you don’t, you need to know that it is their fault and not yours – you did the best you could. Or it is a signal to come up with some new material for that particular crowd. Or you can just say, screw ‘em!
M-I wonder if I give off an unfriendly vibe.
I-Being approachable is good.
M-I feel unprepared onstage.
I-You probably are.
M-I feel uncomfortable onstage.
I-You probably are.
M-I feel like our duo is a second-rate act.
I-You are the one who judges in this world what kind of act you are. So having that thought might not be valuable. Unless it is a signal to do better work onstage and to improve your act.
M-I do not know how to read the audience.
I-Maybe they were just a bad audience.
M-I did not feel dressed right.
I-Fashion is everchanging. But undeniable music can overcome this and is eternal, in a way.
M-I had to load onstage and offstage in front of crowd.
I-That is never elegant. But sometimes it is unavoidable.
M-I have all eyes on me when I am onstage.
I-Isn’t that what you want?
M-I do not know what to do to talk to a crowd.
I-You seem verbose enough to me.
M-I feel like something else would be better.
I-You need to find things you are comfortable talking about onstage. Maybe the focus should be on things that get a reaction.
M-I am very quiet onstage.
I-You need to fill that air.
M-I do not feel soulful.
I-You need to get loose and in the groove. Think of warming up for sports. You need to be comfortable up there.
M-The reaction of the crowd is of paramount importance.
I-You need to bring them with you.
M-Maybe.
I-Did you enjoy the experience?
M-I did not, for the following reasons: 1. I was not prepared (lyrics, parts, tempos), 2. I was not skilled at talking to an audience 3. I did not know my audience.
I-Number 3 there, what would you say are the audience types?
M-In this part of town, lots of hipster types.
I-What are the different audience types?
M-Or I would say preppy/corporate types; hipster bearded types; coffee shop hippie types; teeny bopper types; and hip hop types, to name a few.
I-How do you consider these types?
M-In a way, I try to please all of these people.
I-That is not a bad goal.
M-Maybe not.
I-How did you feel the day after your gig?
M-At 3:30pm the next day I was still getting over the trauma of the night before.
I-It was traumatic?
M-Yes.
I-Where did you go to convalesce?
M-A coffee shop.
I-What is a concern?
M-Not being chatty.
I-You ran into someone you once knew in the hipster part of town?
M-Right. I think I once did him wrong. I think he is over it, though.
I-So what is your feeling about how to promote shows?
M-There is luck. There is promoting things through social media. There is promo through posters, emails, radio, etc.
I-So there is work to do.
M-Right.
I-Seems like you are thinking about stuff.
M-Right, at 8:30pm the next day I was still thinking about stuff.
I-What is the next step?
M-I am not sure. I would say to have high standards and to work on relating to people both on and offstage in a club.

Hipster Archipelago

ALBUM TITLE: Hipster Archipelago
ALBUM RELEASE DATE: 8/7/18

PART 1: SONGS FROM A VAN (AN ALBUM)

SONG LIST:
1. Motivation Situation (8.0)
2. Give Me a Song (8.0)

MOTIVATION SITUATION (A SITUATION FOR MOTIVATION)

You were lonesome leanin’
Against a brick wall
Punch drunk on tragedies
You prayed you could forestall
I received all your letters
I boxed up everyone
I know we’re past the point
Where life is all that fun

If you find a situation where you need some motivation
Baby, you can call on me
Everyone has dreams they’re chasin’, they can see some elevation
You can look for when you need some hope to believe

You have a nagging feeling
Of some debt to pay
You go out every night
You waste away each day
But if the pain the and pride
Make you feel okay
This is the first day
Time marches on and one and on and away

I read a book, not so long ago
Ream after ream
The book gets written
As you’re smittin’

GIVE ME A SONG

Beatles part at the beginning
(I wrote out notes with a rest)
Bridge

PART 2: THE WOLF AT THE DOOR (ALBUM)

1. Between the Margaritas and the Shore (Hyacinths)
2. The Stars Shine Bright Tonight (The River)
3. The Night Slips Away When You Need It
4. Shinin’ in the Window (1)
5. Shinin’ in the Window (2)

BETWEEN THE MARGARITAS AND THE SHORE (HYACINTHS)

White faces, white t-shirts
Brown hair and baseball caps
Through the backrooms
And the backyards (Sunday afternoon naps)
And the warm, Sunday mornings
Hung over from Fridays
Ready for a nap

Well, all the young taquitos (cha-quitas)
Between the margaritas and the shore
Between the hyacinths and cactuses
That spread out on the waves
And comb your hair like pompadours
And it’s a restless calling
I’m bawling but at least it’s not a bore
Go down to old King Edwards
And bust down those provincial doors

I am a young man, my clothes are dark
My arms are tan
Do you think that the brown boys
Could be coy and dance along this sand?
The women wonder, to all and sundry
And I’m going to crack up an old can
And bash it like a dream in a fan

Well, all the young Marshall boys
Swinging in the toys and all’s a dream
Between the old wayfarers where no one
Cares and no one begs for the unseemly
I’ll stand on the highest mountain
And scream (fountain) out that I have no doubts
I’ve got it all figured out
So finally there is reason to shout

STARS SHINE BRIGHT TONIGHT (THE RIVER)

You won every game, touched every heart, indelibly
Go team, go team, go
You aced every class, were requited at every pass
Go Tom, go Tom, go
Talent shows and party girls, somehow you always won
Even though you felt bad in the wings
In bed, in the head, you met a girl whose song you’d sing
Stars shine bright tonight
School book looks and purple hair, Tom you had your share
Go Tom, go Tom, go
All-star shine and gold medals, dining in the halls, look at the walls
Go Tom, go Tom, go
Now you go into the world, and your heart is gonna break
You’ve been blessed so much till now
On a date, with the girl, she don’t love you like you think
The stars shine bright tonight
And your golden arch is gonna break
The stars shine bright tonight
Above your string of dead-end coffee dates
The stars shine bright tonight
And I can no longer assure you
That everything is gonna be all right

THE NIGHT SLIPS AWAY WHEN YOU NEED IT

Ain’t it funny how the night fades when you need it?
And when you don’t need it, it’s just lingers on
With a bottle of god-knows-what, tempting you to defeat it
You pack it up, say “live for today”, and wait for the dawn
“Absolutely,” she says so casually but I will not let it slide
If you could absolutely pass me by, I‘d wonder if you’d ever learned to cry
Because I’ve known nothin’ absolutely, except to want to run faster
To want to climb higher, but I’m free falling from the blue sky
Ain’t it a pity how the night slips away when you need it?
When you don’t need it, it just lingers on
Oh, this bedroom is cold and, honey, I can’t defeat it
Ain’t it a wonder how when I got something I can’t accept it
When I detect it, I can’t feel it with my hand
Oh, but I can’t be unprotected, ‘cause that’s when it’s the worst to be neglected
But I suppose it’s romantic to be broken on the sand
With nothing in your hands, not even your plans
All I want in life a place to kick my feet up

SHININ’ IN THE WINDOW – PART 1 (KEEN SONG)

Here it is, shinin’ in the window
Curtains hanging, filling up with snow
You were there, one hand waiving free
Running to hold me, running to kiss me
I thought about it but I could tell you why
As the sun hit me in both eyes

SHININ’ IN THE WINDOW – PART 2 (SAVE IT # 5)

Some said I lost it in New York City
I heard strains of refrains and it hit me
Or maybe in 4th grade when I stole some candy
Lay awake while the lord scowled at me
But I bought a house on the edge of town
Lived simply so I could look around
And see completely what I should be
Hide the innocence under the tree
Looked under the rug by the door
In the closet, in the grocery store
In a yearbook, in a photo album
In a movie, in the glossy TV program
But I couldn’t find
The thin, razor line
Dividing the bad from the good
And the abscess of our innocence
I can work, I can work
I can keep myself busy
Chasin’ after that innocence
When the sun shined bright
And the water was wide
And I was full of that innocence
Threw a quarter in a piggy bank, pull the trigger
On a toy gun, mama said there’s something bigger
I never saw but I guess I possessed it
I think I know when something distressed it
So I guess I came of age
But I didn’t know the exact page
Where the chapter turned from a story of white
And left me stranded in a big, black night
Is it soft to the touch? Is it sweet like honey?
Tell me, what is this innocence?
Did it go when I stole the candy?
Did it go when I drank the brandy?
Did it go when I fell in love by the lake?
Did it go when she said it was a mistake?
Hard edges and truth was frank
But mama told me there was something bigger
Innocence was something to figure
Soon enough it was gone from my home
Left me shamed and cold and alone
Was I supposed to feel alone?
And maybe in the dark when the secrets told
Should I have saved it up like a pile of money?
Or written it down like a joke that was funny?
Where did it go, so sweet like honey?
Could I have saved my innocence?
Was in it the bank, next to the money?
Was it on TV, in a joke I found funny?
Was it in the pantry, next to the honey?
What happened to the innocence?
Life builds you up and lets you down slowly
And cautions you about innocence
But you can’t see it without a rear view mirror
Driving drunk away from innocence
So I guess I learned something that drove it away
But I don’t remember ever saying goodbye on any day
It just left without saying goodbye
If it was so good why don’t I remember it? Why?
Maybe it’s still here, hiding in the corner
Or in the old man who runs every morning
Maybe in the lawn, where the green grass grows
Maybe in the morning when the bus horn blows
Did the residue stay in the house?
By the rug? I took the garbage out
I wish I knew what I was looking for
It keeps coming up in songs and movie scores
But I like the idea that we had it once
Before it all got crazy and the chance
Before we got wrinkled and old and gray
Before the plot lines faded into the fray
It’s kind of like being reminded of a friend
Saving dear old innocence
By your parents that you had back then
A thought, an idea, a quality, I possessed back then
A little bit of that innocence
That you never really knew anyway
Just a thought, an idea that got away
Disappeared into the grey

PART 3: LEAD SHEETS (AN ALBUM)

SONG LIST:

1. The River (Intro)
2. The River (Song)
3. Shinin’ in the Window
4. Blue Jeans & Daydreams

RIVER – INTRO

[Bm Bm
VERSE 1
Bm Bm
E E

RIVER – SONG

Bm Em Bm Gb Bm
VERSE 1
Bm Em Bm
Bm Gb Gb
Bm Em
Bm Gb
VERSE 2
CHORUS
D Db
CHORUS
D G A D
D G A D
VERSE 4
Bm Bm
G G A A
D G Bm G

SHININ’ IN THE WINDOW

CHORUS
VERSE
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
VERSE
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS X 2
BRIDGE
VERSE – SOLO
CHORUS X 3
VERSE – SOLO
PRE-CHORUS – SOLO

[C G
[Am |Dm E ][Am | Dm E ]
[Am | Dm E ][Am | Dm E ]
[Am |Dm ][Am |Dm ]

Am Dm E
Am Abdim
[C |G ]
Am
[C
Figure – LIKE NOISE LIKE TAMBOUNRES
Figure – LIKE NOISE LIKE TAMBOURINES

BLUE JEANS

VERSE 1
[Bb |D ][Gm |Eb F ]
[Bb |D ][Gm |Eb F ]
[Eb |F ][Gm |F ]
CHORUS1
[Bb |D ][Gm |Eb F ]
VERSE 2
[Bb |D ][Gm |Eb F ]
[Bb |D ][Gm |Eb F ]
[Eb |F ][Gm |F ]
CHORUS 2
[Bb |D ][Gm |Eb F ]
[Bb |D ][Gm |Eb F ]
VERSE 3
CHORUS 3
VERSE 4
[Bb |D ][Gm |Eb F ]
[Bb |D ][Gm |Eb F ]
BRIDGE
[Gm |Bb ][Eb |F ]
[Gm |Bb ][Eb |F ]
[Gm |Bb ][Gm |Bb ]
[Gm |Bb ][Eb |Cm ]
[Gm |F ][Bb |Eb ]
[Dm |Gm ][Eb |F ]
[Dm |Gm ][Eb |F ]
VERSE 5
[Bb |D ][Gm |Eb F ]
[Bb |D ][Gm |Eb F ]
[Eb F |Bb ]

PART 3: HIPSTER ARCHIPELAGO (A SHORT STORY)(578)

Two men talk.

I-What is something someone said that clicked?
M-In 2018, when Huey Lewis was on the WTF Podcast he said he grabbed a Monday night to start something because Monday was always something you could fill somewhere in a club.
I-Interesting.
M-But I am actually thinking about the past a lot.
I-What is the year?
M-2007.
I-Tell me about Chuck Berry.
M-He is good.
I-What is going on?
M-There is something going on.
I-How are you feeling currently.
M-I am is liked and important.
I-Yes. What kind of music do you want to make?
M-I want to make Bob Dylan-style music.
I-What is important?
M-Coming out and giving 150% is important. Public speaking. Piano playing. Songwriting.
I-Tell me about Springsteen.
M-Springsteen has an integrity.
I-Tell me about Gatsby.
M-The Gatsby thing is not too slick. But it is hard to pull off in a rock n’ roll context.
I-Tell me how you feel.
M-I am getting frustrated, more and more so. I have many struggles. I do not know how to bring it all together.
I-I need a setlist book and a setlist journal.
I-Tell me about a cool instrument?
M-Saxophone.
I-What needs to happen to the Castle Hangers?
M-The Castle Hangers need to be better. They need to look better. They need to have energy onstage.
I-What is your style?
M-Blues rock.
I-Tell me what you don’t like.
M-Feeling like a dabbling band or a shitty band.
I-Tell me what makes a show.
M-Marketing. Promo. Big draw. Playing well. Center of a scene.
I-What would you like to be?
M-Better songwriter than anyone else.
I-What kind of songwriter are you?
M-A good songwriter.
I-What is the current state of your career?
M-Slow. No momentum.
I-What is an objective?
M-Objective: how to get over and kill in front of any crowd at any time.
I-What does this entail?
M-This is the task of being a good salesman.
I-How do you do it?
M-How to kill? 1. Know audience 2. Know material 3. Know how to improvise 4. Know the customer 5. Know how to dazzle.
I-What are questions to ask?
M-What is the largest audience? Who are the people to reach? How do you reach them? Alienating an audience is something that happens. Failures possess opportunities.
I-Neighborhoods matter.
M-Correct.
I-Why does a hipster part of town sting so much?
M-Because it is hard to get over with a hipster crowd.
I-What are actions?
M-Actions: be an awesome musician, be an awesome songwriter, be an awesome showman, be an awesome marketer.
I-What are things to do?
M-to understand things.
I-What is the most important skill to possess?
M-How do you know your audience.
I-What about asking how to be cool in all ways?
M-It is impossible. One must focus on one industry and get good.
I-What is difficult?
M-I have often thought that there is difficulty in trying to get over to an audience.
I-You talk to your girlfriend?
M-Yes. She says songs written for piano sound best.
I-What is something to do?
M-Showcasing the lead guitar talent is key.
I-What question do you struggle with?
M-The question of what to work on. There are so many things.
I-What is something to deal with?
M-The odds of the industry.
I-Explain.
M-There are so many talented performers who do not make it.
I-Why not? Is it just luck?
M-It is hard to say. That’s why it is something to deal with.

The Circus Comes to Kansas

ALBUM TITLE: The Circus Comes to Kansas
ALBUM RELEASE DATE: 7/27/18

PART 1: The Circus Comes to Kansas (A Short Story)(1043)

ACT 1 Departure

1.1 The Call to Adventure

Blake looks at the sea. He wants to be rescued. He sees a plane in the sky. That is his ticket out.

1.2 Refusal of the Call

He has to help his uncle on the farm in Kansas. So maybe he shouldn’t leave.

1.3 Supernatural Aid

He wakes up in the morning and sees crop circles. They spell out two letters “L.A.” He sees this as a sign to leave and go to Los Angeles, California.

1.4 The Crossing of the First Threshold

First he leaves the farm and goes into the city. After fighting some street toughs, he then boards a plane.

1.5 Belly of The Whale
He flies into John Wayne airport and visits friends in Newport Beach, then drives up to L.A. with a friend.

ACT 2 Initiation

He meets some LA people who blow him off for being too country.

2.1 The Road of Trials

He has many trials.

2.2 The Meeting With the Goddess

He meets a girl. She is tarted up and going to a burlesque show to perform.

2.3 Woman as Temptress

She pulls the Kansas country boy into a crazy underworld.

2.4 Atonement with the Father

He wakes up in a strange place and decides to call his father to work through old, painful issues.

I-Hi, Dad.
M-Hi, son.
I-I haven’t called in a while.
M-It’s 2007. Do you have a girlfriend?
I-Yes. She often leaves when she has something to do and she wears a frown. I should go tell her where I am. Hold on.

He puts the phone down and does just that. Then he comes back.

I-I am back.
M-Tell me about your life in LA.
I-Often times, when I go out into the world, things get difficult. I have no cell phone at the moment, and that leaves me standing on the side of the road with no ride in the rain, with no idea of when I’ll be picked up.
M-Sounds tough. But it doesn’t rain much down there.
I-True.
M-What did you do today?
I-I went to the coffee shop. I tipped when the guy was not looking. Now I fear that the guy harbors animosity.

He and his father work out issues over the course of a two hour phone conversation.

2.5 Apotheosis

He finds a circus and becomes the sword swallower and the act becomes a hit.

2.6 The Ultimate Boon

The circus troupe is voted “Best Variety Act” in the LA Weekly.

ACT 3 Return

He decides he should return to Kansas.

3.1 Refusal of the Return

He decides he doesn’t want to since so much is happening in LA.

3.2 The Magic Flight

He sees a plane in the air over his Venice beach apartment, then looks down at crop circles in the courtyard. In the grass are the letters: “KS”.

3.3 Rescue from Without

He is excited then trips then is rescued by the groundskeeper at his apartment who is a Mr. Miyagi-type guy.

3.4 The Crossing of the Return Threshold

He flies back to Kanas.

3.5 Master of Two Worlds

He is now a recognized circus performer in a big city and a farm boy at heart.

3.6 Freedom to Live

He can now live in Kansas and not worry about what’s going on the in the big city. He talks to his friend, who is in a band.

I-How is the band?
M-Good. How is the circus?
I-Good. I might go back to LA but I am chilling in Kansas for now.
M-Things swirl in my mind. Tonight’s setlist is chief among them.
I-Tell me about it.
M-Here is the problem: a setlist for each format is needed.
I-What do you mean?
M-We need a three hour set list of ABC.
I-Then what?
M-We need a 1.5 hour set list of strong material.
I-Then what?
M-We need a .75 hour setlist that is strong.
I-Then what?
M-As a duo, we need 3 hours strong and .75 hours strong.
I-Then what?
M-We need 3 hours abc solo that is strong.
I-Tell me about playing solo.
M-For solo, there are the ballads. They are good.
I-What is a good rhythm?
M-A Springsteen rhythm is good. Maybe emulating Springsteen and such is the way to go.
I-Do you emulate Mayer?
M-That is hard on the piano.
I-What do you want to do?
M-I try to make my band like the Stones when I play with my band.
I-Are there other influences?
M-The guitar player once listened to metal. I did not.
I-What is a notion?
M-There is the notion of committing to one thing. There is a ragtag nature to the E Street Band.
I-What do you like?
M-There is session work.
I-Who is an icon?
M-There is Chuck Berry.
I-What is an issue?
M-There is worrying about the way that the piano sounds. Playing the electric keyboard verses the upright piano versus an organ.
I-What is a thing you want to do?
M-I want to play drums.
I-What is an idea?
M-I am not sure how to get things done. I think I might want to model one person.
I-Who could that be?
M-Dylan is too difficult to model. Springsteen is good.
I-Mick and Keith?
M-I feel they are so dangerous and sex-related. I am not really that way. I am somewhat clean-cut. Mick and Keith are dangerous.
I-So what is your decision?
M-Springsteen is the model. He is the inspiration.
I-But Mick and Keith are great models.
M-But they are so skinny. The E Street Band is lumbering and bar-bandish. The songs are great. Springsteen is Americana. He is soul music inspired, in fact. He has done everything that I want to do. He is theatrical.
I-What is the problem with emulating him?
M-Not much that I can see. He does everything that I want to do. He is pretty 80’s. There is the way that it is counter to the Gatsby thing. I like the glamour life and would like to work that in.
I-So does Mick. Mick exudes and exemplifies it.
M-Yes, well I’ll keep thinking about that and you can keep thinking about how to emulate your circus heroes.
I-Sounds good.

PART 2: Geek Graft (An Album)

SONG LIST:
1. Geek Love
2. Geek Love 1.0
3. Geek Love 2.0
4. Geek Love 3.0
5. Geek Love 4.0

GEEK LOVE (Notes written 4/22/18 based on the book of the same name)

You went to Yakima and Coos Bay
Disneyland along the way
Isn’t it true?
A bald albino dwarf helped you
Cult member ship gonna turn you true
Right-a-roo
Make my kids like Frankenstein
Al and Willie Nelson and John Prine
Funhouse and evil clowns, after the circus is closed
Pack the boxes, cut the ropes
2 types of people: those who perform and those who watch
Human cannonball, died on a cross
Born in a bar, lost in a ditch on the side of the road
Where the gun is kept, where the babies slept
Broken neck, hit the deck
For seventeen years, we were up to our ears in fun
The cheers! The cheers! Shining high above them like a chandelier
Evel Knievel
5 siblings in all
Lived to see the light
While arty died
Binewksi’s fabulon
Traveling in a van
Arty: flippers for arms and legs
Fortunato is chick
Arty is controlling
Arturism: chop off limbs
Child of incest
Chick is telekinetic
Twins die with baby
Murder/suicide
Trunk filled with letters explaining the past
Oly – radio station
Advice from a freak
Binewskis are separate from society
Guy shooting at them since they are difference
Telekinetic abilities: chick – he is the lucky one
Kids resent chick; chick gets sick when touching meat
Miss lick alters normal women to be deformed
Arty: people will respond to your uniqueness
He tells this to Mucurk
Arty talking to fat woman: what does she want
She says she wants to be like him
Twins: piano teacher;
Story: through Norval’s notes
Norval’s balls (landmine fake story)
Piano teacher is a pimp
The bag man (guy who shot them)
Missing half his face
Arty’s cult
Bag man spies on twins
Twins want abortion
Lobotomy – best way to join a cult
Incest: Oly and Arty
Ephy killed kid, Iphy killed Ephy
Oly and Miss Lick
Miss Lick: change people to not be
Theme: jealousy
Quote: earn a living just by being themselves
Self love, self esteem; unique
Pride
Sexuality and pregnancy

GEEK LOVE 1.0

You went to Yakima and Coos Bay
Hit Disneyland along the way
Isn’t it true?

A bald albino dwarf beckoned you
Cult member ship gonna turn you true
Just a turn of the screw

Build my kids like Frankenstein
Al Binewski and a bottle of wine
Hit the road like Willie Nelson and John Prine
And will be fine

Oh,
Hop in the van, close the doors
You’re not safe anymore
Funhouse and evil clowns,
after the circus is closed
Pack the boxes, cut the ropes
You’ll can’t stop worrying about the wolf at the door

There are two types of people in this world
Those who perform and those who watch, my girl
Do you understand?
He was a human cannonball, who died on a wall
A cross he hauled, broken neck, hit the deck
Do you hear me, man?

Like Evel Knievel in a carnival show
5 freaky siblings lined up in a row (Get 5 freaks, line em up in a row)
Born in a van,
lost in a ditch on the side of the road

Where the gun is kept, where the babies slept

Oh,
This is the plan
Travel about in a van
Binewksi’s fabulon, he’s the man
Arturism: chop off your limbs
Do it for him
But you’re still worried about the wolf at the door

GEEK LOVE 2.0

You performed for tips in the middle of a field
You made a deal, you copped a feel
Isn’t it true?
You said your arms weren’t really arms
There were flippers and tails and magic spells
They’d sing for you (they’d work for you)

For seventeen years,
we were up to our ears
in funhouse fun and loud cheers
Oh, the cheers! The cheers!
While you were shining
high above them like a chandelier

And you lived to see the light
While the house burned down and Arty died
And it was like a murder/suicide
Fortunato is Chick
Arty is controlling
Arturism: chop off limbs
But you still have to worry about the wolf at the door

Child of incest
Chick is telekinetic
Twins die with baby
While there in the middle of it
Listen to the radio
Oly will be on the airwaves on repeat
You can get advice on how to be freak
That’s how it goes

Trunk filled with letters explaining the past
Binewskis are separate from society, but havin’ a blast
Guy shooting at them since they are difference from the rest
We’ll hit him in the chest

And you lived to see the light
While the house burned down and Arty died
And it was like a murder/suicide
Fortunato is Chick
Arty is controlling
Arturism: chop off limbs
But you still have to worry about the wolf at the door

GEEK LOVE 3.0

Telekinetic
Abilities:
Chick – he is the lucky one, can’t you see
It’s not misery

The Kids resent chick;
Something doesn’t click
When touching meat, chick gets sick
That’s how it goes you see

Arty talking to fat woman:
What does she want
She looks at her toes
She likes at the gaunt
Faces of the people around her
Who taunt

She says,
Oh, I wanna be like you
She says she wants to be like him
Twins: piano teacher;
Story: through Norval’s notes you do
Norval’s balls (landmine fake story)
Piano teacher is a pimp
Still worried about the wolf at the door

Miss lick alters women from the norm
She thinks they’re better when they’re deformed
Are you getting it now?

Arty: people will respond to your uniqueness
He tells this to Mucurk, just follow this
Is it strangely beautiful somehow?

The bag man who shot them missing half his face
Arty’s cult, Bag man spies on twins, in disgrace
Twins want abortion, Lobotomy is the best way
to join a cult

She says,
Oh, I wanna be like you
She says she wants to be like him
Twins: piano teacher;
Story: through Norval’s notes you do
Norval’s balls (landmine fake story)
Piano teacher is a pimp
Still worried about the wolf at the door

GEEK LOVE 4.0

Incest between Oly and Arty
Ephy killed kid, Iphy killed Ephy
Are you getting it now?

Oly and Miss Lick kinda clicked
But the sin was too swift, and the pain too strong
Do you understand how?

Miss lick: change people to not be
Normal anymore, this is what you see
There is a theme: jealousy
There’s nothing else to be

But, oh
You are the one you should know
Self-love, self-esteem is the way to go
Pride in sexuality, and pregnancy, oh
Earn a living just by being themselves
No longer have to be worried about the wolf at the door

Indiana Boys on Indiana Nights

ALBUM TITLE: Indiana Boys on Indiana Nights
ALBUM RELEASE DATE: 7/17/18

“I don’t know but I been told
You never slow down, you never grow old”

– Tom Petty

PART 1: Indiana Boys on Indiana Nights (A Short Story)
PART 2: Songs About Books (An Album)

PART 1: Indiana Boys on Indiana Nights (A Short Story)(1054)

ACT 1: Departure

There is farm boy shooting rats. He wants to get out of the one-horse town.

1.1 The Call to Adventure

The guy talks to a troll by the bridge. It is time to seize his destiny, he is told. The troll says to move to L.A. to pursue showbusiness dream.

1.2 The Refusal to the Call

He doesn’t want to go. He talks to the troll about his goals.

T-What are your goals on 7/10/09?
FB-Here are my goals: live in Nice; I drive a Bentley; I earn $300k a year; I weigh 175 lbs; I drive a Ford Explorer; I own a baron-like closet; I operate like Bourne on gig night; I rock Key Arena on Fri and Sat night; I live in a Gatsby mansion; and I move like Massy in the hallway.
T-You think you will get there if you don’t answer the call?
T-What are affirmations 7/10/09?
FB-Things like this: I am the best; I feel terrific; many wonderful things are going to happen today; today is a great day to do what I gotta do; I like myself.

1.3 Supernatural Aid

A fairy comes by and convinces him to leave.

1.4. The Crossing the First Threshold

He leaves the Indiana farm and travels by hitch-hiking to SoCal.

1.5 The Belly of the Whale

He arrives in L.A. He walks into a club filled with musicians. He strikes up a conversation with a musician who is established in the scene.

FB-How do you meld cover band music and the original music?
I-I just do it.
FB-What is a situation to make sense of?
I-Talent that is wasted. Poor, broke jazz geniuses; Music scene people. Getting over to any crowd, any time, any place.
FB-What is your band’s position in the market?
I-My band’s position in the market? Hard to say.
FB-Who is better? What are they doing that you are not?
I-My band has work to do. Momentum is created by doing shows. There are gigs that are poorly promoted. There are chats with the band members that are discouraging. Some are less committed than others. You could criticize us for lacking vision. These are things that are depressing. But we must prevail. The house must be packed.
FB-What is your inspiration?
I-Do what the Boss did. Find an audience. Find a sound.
FB-Could you break down the anatomy of a particularly miserable gig?
I-Here is a swirl of thoughts from a show on 9/30/07. There is a feeling of failure, depression, and social awkwardness.
FB-Where does this come from?
I-Running into people from other bands. A guy who got signed once. His friend who is not a very good musician.
FB-What else?
I-My girlfriend’s critique of my performance. She does not like some of my facial expressions.
FB-What else?
I-Just talking with the band. Our guitar player said our chops didn’t sound that great.
FB-What else?
I-The closer of the night was better at solo performance.
FB-Do you know how to take it to the next level?
I-I do not know how to take it to the next level.
FB-What about the ambiance of the room?
I-There is a distinct vibe at that bar. There are people there who are bearded hipsters who aren’t picking up what we are throwing down.
FB-And how do you respond to this?
I-I feel compelled to make fun of them because I feel rejected by them.

ACT 2: Initiation

The farm boy walks away from this conversation and feels that he has penetrated the inner sanctum of the working musician scene in L.A.

2.1 The Road of Trials

The farm boy meets people around town and has some difficulty.

2.2 The Meeting With the Goddess

He meets a girl. She is different. She is not like the girls back in Indiana.

2.3 Woman as Temptress

The girl tempts him to compromise his farm-boy ethical code.

2.4 Atonement with the Father

The farm boy realizes there is unfinished business with paterfamilias. He must atone with his father. He picks up the phone on 9/28/07.

FB-Dad?
D-Yes.
FB-It’s me.
D-What is it?
FB-I think that we talked for too long. You are generally hyper. You bring up the past. As I listen, I get frustrated. Patience is tested. I want to speak. I do not feel you are a good listener at times.
D-Thanks for being straight with me, son.

2.5 Apotheosis

The farm boy falls in with a band and they rock it, reaching their apex and their apotheosis. He discusses a rehearsal with a friend.

F-Tell me about rehearsal.
FB-It was 3pm. I rehearsed with the guitar player. It was good.
F-What are things that you need to work on?
M-My piano can be an issue. And I need to memorize lyrics. I need to memorize lyrics. I have stuff to memorize.

2.6 The Ultimate Boon

His band is nominated as “Best Band” by the LA Weekly.

ACT 3: Return

Farm boy goes back to Indiana.

3.1 Refusal of the Return

At first he doesn’t want to go, then he goes.

3.2 The Magic Flight

He is walking down Sunset Strip and trips and falls into a portal that whisks him back to Indiana. He is then standing a field.

3.3 Rescue from Without

Someone rescues him when he is about to be charged by a bull.

3.4 The Crossing of the Return Threshold

He crosses a river and is back home.

3.5 Master of Two Worlds

He now knows that he can make it in LA and be comfortable in his own skin back on the farm in Indiana.

3.6 Freedom to Live

The farm boy now has the freedom to live. He talks to his friend while he has a corncob pipe in his mount.

F-What is a memory?
FB-I remember doing an ill-fated benefit for something or other cause, seems to me it was about animals.
F-Yes?
FB-It was depressing, and I thought, maybe all future gigs will be this way.
F-Tell me about the internet.
FB-I just saw a post that an old friend made. It was of me and three friends dancing to Holiday Road at a wedding. It was pretty ridiculous.
F-It is good you still don’t take yourself too seriously.
FB-That is true.

PART 2: Songs About Books (An Album – released 6/7/14)

SONG LIST:
1. The Mother of Devotion
2. No No No
3. Sail On
4. Sisterfly
5. The Mystery (8.1)
6. The Mystery (8.2)
7. The Mystery (8.3) – FINAL

IGNORANCE IS THE MOTHER OF DEVOTION

He came rushin’ up
He said, “I’m educated now
I’m gonna cast my vote and draw me up a man
I’ve lost my apolitical slant
And this new guy seems to make sense
He’s gonna clean this country up
He’s takin’ a stand”
I said, “I know last week you couldn’t care less
About the government’s motion
But who is the mother of your devotion?”
She came in effortlessly
And said, “I know the sublime
I hear gods in the wind call out to me”
She said, “I carry a lot of baggage
And I need something to ease my mind
I need something to give me soul some peace”
I said, “So do I, but last week
You cared nothin’ about God or his establishment
You haven’t read a book in two years
So, tell me, who is the mother of your devotion?”
To myself, I said,
“These two are petty creatures
Their ignorance has led them to preach”
To my lovely I
Was hopelessly engaged
But to my dismay she was too far out of reach
So I sit with my eyes sullen thinkin’ about
All those fanatics out causin’ a commotion
And I remember what my old man said
It was an old maxim he’d heard out on the ocean
He said, “Your ignorance is the mother of your devotion”

NO-NO-NO

He came in from Houston
And his arms were covered with welts
He had his uncle’s pistol
And a little hand-made box wrapped in felt
He was an outlaw and a boxer
And he knew how to spin a yarn
He had manners like an urchin and he had country grammar
And he made love out in his barn
He said, “It’s no good to try to save me
You know I’ll never act my age
Like a hamster on a wheel
I’ll be cursin’ till I hit the grave”

Oh, No-No-No
No-No-No-No-No
No-No-No
No-No-No-No-No

This waif, this rascal
Knew just how to make his presence felt
Just a scamp with a sailor’s tongue
Into the underworld he would melt
He said, “It’s no good to try to tame me
It’s too late for a fall from grace
Like a hamster on a wheel
I’ll be cursin’ till I leave this place”

Oh, No-No-No
No-No-No-No-No
No-No-No
No-No-No-No-No

SAIL ON (LOVE SONG TO AMERICA)

America
I fell in love with the red, white, and blue
When I was young
You seemed young, too
America, the merciful
My grandpa’s land
My rich and my poor family
They played in your orchestra
Said yeah

You’ve got to sail on (I love you)
You’ve got to sail on (I love you)

America
What did you think when we dug our claws in you?
You were a green, fertile breast of land
Free from sin, too
America, you’re growin’ old
And like old men
You’ve lost your hold
On the belief that tomorrow would be better than today
Said yeah

You’ve got to sail on (I love you)
You’ve got to sail on (I love you)

Preacher offers deliverance
But we all shy away
Preacher you said you could deliver me
Out to the high seas
But I have the feelin’
There’s nothin’ out there for me

Sail on, red-blue-white
Your Queen Mother was always right
Your dissatisfaction led you to the high seas
But the seas, the New York trees
Offer no safety from the plight
My Yankee wife she lays her head
Upon my shoulder
While they pile up the dead
Survival of the fittest
That’s what we heard
But he said so many times, “Compassion”
And “Love”, “Love” was his word
So you will lead and I will have to follow

You’ve got to sail on (I love you)
You’ve got to sail on (I love you)

SISTERFLY

I got the boat docked in the bay You have your friends, smoking away Two a.m. – heart stopped – boom boom boom You and your girl are up in the room She had her hand there on your thigh You and your friends all so high Got an appointment starting at ten I hope we get back in this hotel again

Eagle Soaring High Angel Sister Fly

Who are the fakers? Who are the true? Got back to Houston, called for you All these hipsters have nothing to do So I’ll give them a haircut on which they can chew Remember Seattle and how we were then? You and your demons and all your friends Took a dive off the big, big board Two brothers live and die by the sword

Eagle Soaring High Angel Sister Fly

She’s gone and ain’t coming back She’s gone and ain’t coming back She’s gone and ain’t coming back

Eagle Soaring High

THE MYSTERY (8.1)

I’m tryin so hard to solve the mystery
When I was young
Dreamin’ for fun
Eatin’ up cotton candy golden dreams
Time swam by
Big blue sky
The world opened up to me
I asked questions
Other kids wouldn’t ask I was first
When others were last
I still look with dandelion eyes
At a world of purple and green
Still tryin’ to figure out the mystery

THE MYSTERY (8.2)

The Mystery
Cotton Candy Dreams
I’ve got a lot more dreams left in me

THEY MYSTERY (8.3) – FINAL

When I was young
Dreamin’ for fun
Eatin’ up cotton candy reams
Time swam by
Big blue sky
And the world opened up for me

And I’m tryin’ so hard to solve the mystery
And I’m tryin’ so hard to solve the mystery

Ask all the questions
That others won’t ask
And look out when you see it, fast
Still lookin’ at the world
With dandelion eyes
At a world of purple and green

And I’m tryin’ so hard to solve the mystery
And I’m tryin’ so hard to solve the mystery

And I’ve got a lot
And I’ve got a lot
And I’ve got a lot more dreams left in me

And I’m tryin’ so hard to solve the mystery
And I’m tryin’ so hard to solve the mystery
And I’ve got a lot
And I’ve got a lot
And I’ve got a lot more dreams left in me