Dave and Brian discuss the 16th song in The Big Opera, the original Society Fringe Player, planning planning planning planning, trying to make a dark love song, the legendary Denton Texas band Slobberbone, milk chocolate vs dark chocolate, Od Bay seasoning, and then rank the new Doctor's companions. Quotes of the week: "wrestling fans are pretty smart" and "He knows same amount of I knows."
LOVE SONG
There's a feeling yes a feeling
I got for you call it true love
In the morning in the evening
Open on up call it true love
Ain't no sunshine ain't no dark clouds
When you're with me it's all back ground
Fading sunshine It's about time
We're together here forever
Life means nothing if I can't have you
'Cause I love you
Dave Linantud - vocals and guitar
Brian Lutz - bass
CJ Johnson - drums
Produced by Brian Lutz at Possum Studios
Mastered by Ian Burke at Invisible Studios
Davey and BriBri break down the 15th song in the Big Opera which was originally written as a direct message to Public Enemy's Chuck D. Other topics they are passionate about: Keep Starbucks out of Hampden, keep the trees at Spring Grove, when gardening basil's really important because of the pesto, and labeling music is the height of idiocy. Lastly, in my notes here, it says"Brian's band tee, SFPodcast022, Bawmer Band Trees, Strawberry Shortcake Songs, and 37:00 so there you go. Get through this Wednesday!
OLD MAN BLUES
Old man blues, understand?
Drnk as shit, I'm a man
I seen 'em rise and I seen 'em fall
Don't fuck with me, son
I'll whup your ass, all y'all
Say what's up yo baby what's up
Said I try to figure out yo baby what's up
I moan the blues I ain't ever died
I ain't never laughed I ain't never cried
Shook hands with the devil cut my deals with the Lord
I'm froze to iron of what you can't afford
Said what's up
I seen the rules so I done wrote my own
I deconstructed the gospel with a black cat bone
The thorn covered rail that's the path of the righteous
Got the voodoo hoedown just don't wait to invite us
You know vengeance ain't passion it's a loser's gold
Dawn's eyes shine a light make a slight man bold
Where the swamp licks the ocean that's where we meet our fate
So if you're running to Jesus your ass better not be late
Say what's up
Dave Linantud - guitars and vocals
Brian Lutz - bass
CJ Johnson - drums
Possum Studios
Dave and Brian go over "Disaster Time" plus what was happening 20 years ago, 1996's best albums, Laurel MD, and historical tidbits POW! Then they compare Ben & Jerry's with Filipino Corn and Cheese ice cream, smoking crack at the old 9:30 Club, watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer before Circle 9 practice, and the Baltimore Colts, O's, and Ravens. Quote of the week: "States rights is an umbrella for any old weird shit you wanna do."
DISASTER TIME
Dawn comes from the outside she's got no insider's touch
Society's fringe, she's raring to binge, on drink and drugs and lust
She lives life by the moment, she falls in and out of love
She's randommer still, insane, if you will, no below or above
Angel White's kind of silly he's deserted in an urban maze
He sees stars in the sun, depressingly fun, imploding guns ablaze
He lives life for the dying he's got no insider's touch
Society's fringe, a bombastic cringe, existence is never cltuch
It's just disaster time
The sky melts patiently
The hovering evil lurks for you and me
It's a catastrophic world
Where we don't amount to much
We're sacrificial lambs for such and such
The last time I saw Elvis that sumbitch grew a beard
He gave up the pills, he got into stills, it really ain't that weird
He's stalking Dawn and Angel he put 'em in a book
Society's fringe a bloody syringe as if love is all it took
I done seen all three dancing I seen it clear as day
Nightmarish hued, horror imbued, beautiful in its way
Obsessed with this fucking opera I'm walking through its streets
Society's fringe, gutbucket hinge, write, learn, play, repeat
Dave Linantud - guitars and vocals
Brian Lutz - bass, engineering, and mixing
C.J. Johnson - drums
Produced at Possum Studios
Dave and Brian can't get the proper levels! "Hello hello hello hello hello." They tackle headphone intricacies, pining for sitars and bagpipes, merchandise design, and foody stuff.
Quotes: "Wormwood hallucinigates you."
"Let me tell you everything CM Punk has always said!" D to B natch.
DESPERATION WALTZ
Try us. If you got a reason I don't ant to hear it.
Buy us. You can't afford to just even get near it.
Slide show. Pictures of nothing and nothing plus hearsay.
Pride low. Come up for air and then watch it turn our way.
Closed up. In both physical and emotional ways.
Nose up. A false display of hope why it's still a display.
Comfort. Meted out just like a pill from a doctor.
Sore sport. It's you and it's me and it's us and it's them.
Waltzing to me, desperation.
Waltzing to me then away.
Creep show. Just like a sign on a motionless freeway.
Held low. Again and again while a sign flashes "no way."
Outside. And inside and outside and inside again.
False pride. Hell it's as good as the real thing and then some.
Waltzing to me, desperation.
Waltzing to me then away.
Waltzing to medesperation.
Waltzing to me.
Stop.
Come here. But then again just gotuen back around.\
Fun here. Or there or wherever it's good to be found.
Control. Buy it or sell it or let it just sit.
Hello. And goodbye at the same time the same time the same time.
Waltzing...
Dave Linantud - guitar and vocals
Brian Lutz - bass, engineering, mixing
C.J. Johnson - drums
Recorded at Possum Studios spring 2016
It's the conclusion of Act 2! Also, it's the U2 strum where we couldn't get the bagpipes. Also, it's the state of the Blues according to SFP. Also, it's totally awesome that there's WAY more female bands than back in "the good old days." Also, Dave bores Brian with a VERY SMALL amount of NASCAR talk.
SHADOWS
Long stemmed rose in a vase that knows of a mournful and regrettful melody
In a city by the shore in what used to be Baltimore there was a boy no laughter flying free
Now that boy is a man long stemmed rose in his hand
To his beloved he gets down on his knee
She then just laughs a little but worse than that
He cracked her and watched her flying free
I saw them walking outside again
"I'll never love you" is what she said to him
I saw them walking in from the clouds
The shadows in the windows growing dim
I saw them walking outside again
"I'll never love you" is what she said to him
I saw them walking in through the clouds
The shadows in the windows growing dim
Dave Linantud: guitars vocals
Brian Lutz: bass
Ryan Bowen: drums
Produced by Possum Studios
My notes on this are sketchy. Dave and Brian try to figure out how to stage the Big Opera and then go into an overview of Act 2 which concludes MONDAY! And talk about Ween.
Davey and Briany explain a "collage audience," aver that "good music ain't ever gonna stop being made," declare that "EW respects Science Fiction," and opine that "tobacco is the dumbest drug in the world besides junk food."
DEATH IN HER HEART
She's a woman, man, she used to be a beauty
Hard living's made it hard for her to see
She build up a wall that crashed like thunder
She felt sadness far as her eyes could see
Freedom's a lie and so isindependence
She's spent her life being controlled
She didn't even know that til this instant
Yeah but she won't giveup any of her sould
She chuckles softly as she prays to Jesus
"I'm sorry, God, but I've wasted my whole damn life
It's him or me, God, I fear I'm coming to meet you"
There's death in her heart
When the morning sun comes up on her companion
She feels a hate that she cannot explain
"A romantic whore" she thinks and drops a dozen
She don't know that Baby Blue's checked in
She chuckles softly as she prays to Jesus
"I'm sorry, God, but I've wasted my whole damn life
It's him or me, God, I fear I'm coming to meet you"
There's breath in her heart
Dave Linantud - Vocals, guitars, bass
Ryan Bowen- Drums
Produced by Brian Lutz at Possum Studios
This is the song that made Brian want to do the other 79 songs. Also Dave's wife liked this song before she even met him! Ups to Monster Rob for the squawking. Also Dave Dave and Bri Bri discuss fashion sense and proper kilt color schemes. Quote of the week: "That's why people don't like me, because these people are dicks!"
DREAMGIRL
Hold this a second for me please while I scrape the blood off of my knees
Yeah please excuse me if I sneeze I just came in from overseas
I been thinking about you every day been writing down every word you say
I keep your fingernails under my bed
I keep a picture of your face inside my head
I ain't seen you in a while but I remember the way you smile
I like the way that you paint your eyes but most of all I like your style
I like your fashion sense and your taste in clothes
And the powder falling out your nose
And them earrings you gave me last July
And the tattoo of Catwoman on your thigh
Dreamgirl give me your hand Dreamgirl hell I'm your man
You remind me of damage in your hair you remind me of the damned in what you wear
You remind me of your momma in your breasts
You remind me of drugs when you sit at your desk
I love the way you shaved your head
I love the way you make my bed
I love the way you crashed my car
I love the way you melt candy bars
Dreamgirl give me your hand Dreamgirl hell I'm your man
I remember when you bought your farm and how you took me by the arm
And then you smashed that fire alarm you showed me you did posess some charm
But they wouldn't let us share a prison cell
I chalked the days and said oh well
When we were free we played mandolins
And reminded ourselves of original sin
You are my dreamgirl yeah it's true
Sometimes I wish that I was you
I know you wish that you were me
I just came in from over seas
Dreamgirl give me your hand Dreamgirl hell I'm your man
Dave Linantud: Vocals and guitar
Monster Rob Hornung: Saxaphone
Brian Lutz: Bass
Ryan Bowen: Drums
Best quote: "You were looking at your notes then you took your glasses off then you forgot everything."
Lesson learned: Brian is a technophobe who loves science.
HE DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY
He's frightened she's coming his way
He's speeding he don't know what to say
Last night he planned today
Right now he don't know what to say
How many times can a manshrink in life
How many times can he fail to meet his wife
How many times can he turn his back on love
She ain't happy no help from above
He turned and watched him walk away
He stuttered he don't know what to say
She sighed cigarette ash float away
She cried he don't know what to say
Yeah yeah yeah
He sat his brain melted away
He watches she don't know what to say
She sleeps her time come today
He wakes he don't know what to say
For the record the drummer in Pritty Hary was Feise! In the commentary track for "My Own Electric Chair" Dave Dave and Bri Bri apparently send "shout outs" to Paul Kelley and PJ Deboy, according to mine own "notes." This is the song where the world of the big opera begins expansion. Up to the beginning of the second act everything could have taken place in modern times. These two songs are the first steps to world building. But they also work as stand alone songs.
MY OWN ELECTRIC CHAIR
I'm the man who pulls the switch
For the killing son of a bitch
He murdered now he'll die
He might kill again or lie
I'm alright bit uptight execute Monday night
Tuesday night watch a fight execute I'm alright
I've heard of atom bombs
and I've heard of protest songs
But when a man will kill and rob
I've got to do my job
First we shave his head get rid of all that hair
Then we strap him down to the electric chair
Alright
I'm the man who pulls the switch
profit from a nervous twitch
When all is done and through
should I kill me too
First we shave his head get rid of all that hair
Then we strap him down to the electric chair
So first I'll shave my head get rid of all my hair
And get what I deserve in my own electric chair
In my own electric chair
Since SFP respects Memorial Day we didn't publish the next song in the Big Opera. Being as Dave and Brian have a strong work ethic they recorded several theme podcasts that ain't about any particular song and this here is one of them. Kids of the 80s, pop culture dorks, David Letterman influenced by osmosis, here are some lists.
Dave and Brian get into the nitty gritty in regards to the song "Adam & Eve." In regards to the conversation they name drop the short lived combo Pritty Hary. In regards to the further conversation they discuss STAR WARS THE FORCE AWAKENS. In regards to the rest of the podcast you'll have to listen. In regards to grammar, my most sincerest regards. Regards. Dave.
ADAM AND EVE
Angel White's a killer works for the state
Life's so funky, Angel White's is great
'Cause my homeboy pulls the switch ozone in the air
Picks his paycheck off the floor right nect to the electric chair
The morals of a scoundrel and the science of a bill
He'd push his only brother from a high up window sill
His duty is to Jesus to murder the ones that kill
He's sanctioned by the government and probably always will
Dawn is young and free in many different ways
She wants to give the love she never got in younger days
She ran down to the city fell right through the floor
Lost her light to smack and went from lustrous to a whore
So what a little money never hurt that's all it took
Shadowed by the executionarium she shook
He met a little lady why a flowing like a brook
They fell in love like lovers do and put it in a book
Because they're gnarly rascals Adam & Eve
23rd century lovers Adam & Eve
Will they find salvation, baby, Adam & Eve
Full of resignation, baby, Adam & Eve
The sun comes up almost every day
Nothing lasts forever as the old man wants to say
Hum that woeful weddig dirge so he can say his piece
Cross that bridge to the abyss and sit down for the feast
In the corner look it, someone turns to moves and stops to see
A picture of a frozen smile that's fractured by the glee
He looks back to his drink and thinks I'm glad that isn't me
The old man sucks his whiskey down collapses by a tree
Because they're gnarly rascals Adam & Eve
23rd century lovers Adam & Eve
Will they find salvation, baby, Adam & Eve
Full of resignation, baby, Adam & Eve
Dave Linantud - bass, guitars, vocals
Ryan Bowen - drums
Produced by Brian Lutz
Engineered by Greg Humphreys
Recorded sometime in 2014
The first act has concluded! Did you see what we did there? In order for the first course to digest Dave and Brian have made some special podcasts that don't correspond specifically to anything in The Big Opera. This is the first one they one dropped. Here they break down improvisation in music, according to them. Notable quotes: "Tom Waits is f****** bananas!" and "Shakespeare's bad as f***, dude!" Also mentioned, the 3 record couplet.
Doctor Dave and Snoop Brian Bri delve into the creaion "Torn Dress Blues" and how it fits into the larger narrative. The conversation soon throttles into Doctor Who, Star Wars, and John & Yoko. Quote of the day: "They live to f*** with you."
TORN DRESS BLUES
There's a torn dress in the corner I don't know where it's from
I got bloody knuckles and I got a broken thumb
There's a shovel by the door I don't know why it's there
I got dirty fingernails and blood all in my hair
I thought it was er tat I buried but I seen her walking down the street
If it wasn't her that I buries I guess it must have been me
The Blues is half of the essential handbook for any serious musician in the United States of America. By "the blues" what folk scholars actually mean is "music created by Africans in America." The other half is the folk music the Europeans conjured when confronted by this vast land trying to hold onto their roots. Neither is more important than the other. There's no guilt for being more in one camp than the other. In a land where certain freedoms are guaranteed in writing if not practice the only music jettisoned by the masses is that of the high born and educated, which is a goddamn fucking dirty shame. It's encapsulated by the banjo, an African instrument beloved by the ones whose necks are sunburned. As Johnny Cash would say, "meditate on it." The indigenous music got fucking trampled.