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Dave and Brian, as the band Society Fringe Players, are psychedelic punk rock opera hillbillies who are using this podcast to roll out their 87 song narrative entitled THE BIG OPERA. They release a new song every Monday morning at 7 ESTand then release a commentary track every Wednesday morning at 7 EST explaining how that song fits into THE BIG OPERA. They're too "Bawmer" for their own good. Reach them on Twitter at @davelinantudsfp and @brilutz9. Yes these are Circle 9 guys.
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Apr 25, 2016

Snoop Davey Dave and Doctor Bri break down "She's Afraid Of You" with the help of E Strauch who has two thirds of the Axis in him. The conversation turns to the singularity and the idiocy that is labeling music.

Apr 22, 2016

SHE'S AFRAID OF YOU

You spent all your time on

Who you climbed the walls for

Spent all of your money too

She feels like an outcast

This true love did not last

She is getting tired of you

Spend the days growing colder

Yeah

She's already gone

She's afraid of you

Ignore all of her bruises

Concentrate on bad things

Hit her when you're feeling bad

She wouldn't bear your children

Miscarried your first born son

First one that you ever had

Spend the days in icy silence

Yeah

She moves out

She's afraid of you

And the days go on

She came back one day and

You felt like a real man

You hit her just a bit too hard

You made up a gravestone

Laid her out on flagstone

Buried her in your back yard

 

Apr 18, 2016

Joined once again by E Strauch, the fellas break down what went into the song "Greeting Card" and the machinations involved in narrative storytelling in a medium that just don't cotton to it. Also it's only 3/8 pretentious as it sounds because it's goofy.

Apr 15, 2016

GREETING CARD

Walking in the dark

Waiting for the sync to kick the new

Blowing on a spark

Banners reading "loss" when lies turn true

A thunderstorm will rage in the dark but I'll still scream for the sun

A million hopes lie shattered in the dusk build them back one by one

Reaching out my hand

Stumble blindly fall and taste the ground

Crack an awkward joke

Smiling at the bummers all around

A greeting card that's stuck to the floor

From dreams that spill from a whiskey glass

The sunrise blanked by the clouds of the storm

Sitting by and I watch the world spin past

It won't last

Watch the goings on

I just don't feel part of this at all

Turned away and gone

Save me from the summer of the fall

A greeting card that's stuck to the floor

From dreams that spill from a vodka glass

The sunrise blanked by a castle n the shore

Sitting by and I watch the world spin past

It won't last

 

Dave Linantud: guitars, bass, vocals

Ryan Bowen: drums

T. Chris Johnson: fiddle

Produced by Brian Lutz

Mastered by Drew Mazurek

Engineered by Greg Humphries

 

Apr 10, 2016

Here Dave and Brian are joined by Eric Strauch who sat in on drums for a while last fall and winter. Rigidly adhering to the format thusly established the fellas get into the writing and recording of the song "The Glow," the first in APOCALYPSE TOMORROW, and hen see where the conversation wants to go.

Apr 6, 2016

THE GLOW

As Jesus sighed the Romans sharpened spears

He asked the Holy Ghost he said "What the hell am I doing here?"

With the hand of Satan they bought a business ain't that nice

Jesus said "Here's to you, Satan" and melted everlasting life in a knife

By the firelight they sand and they turned with a toast

To raise glasses of hearth to the heavenly ghost

A line made of footprints they melted the snow

That was frozen to iron by the heat from the glow

The old man coughed the spit froze to his beard

A piss drunk Cassanova wasted from the years

His words were slurred and broken he raised his flask again

He said "To everyone who hrts, give from your own pain."

He was slain

By the trashcan he sighed and he turned with a toast

To raise glasses of pain to the heavenly ghost

A line made of footprints they melted the snow 

That was frozen to iron by the heat from the glow

So we dance by the firelight and sing songs of joy

No government can crush our musical toy

No war can kill melodies hovering free

Let the magic of music release you and me

 

Dave Linantud: Guitars, bass, vocals

Ryan Bowen: Drums

T. Chris Johnson: Fiddle

Produced by Brian Lutz

Mastered by Drew Mazurek

Engineered by Greg Humphries

Apr 4, 2016

On their initial podcast the fellas in Society Fringe Players lay out their grand plans for releasing an 80 song science fiction rock opera over the course of years one song at a time. 

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