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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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Sep 19, 2016

Dave and Brian break down the Sync after it has been payed out twice and then get into the nitty gritty of the recording of the take that eventually made its way to the podcast.

Quote 1: "So good to see Joey. Love that son of a bitch."

Quote 2: "You look funny without a beard."

There's the obligatory Beatles mention somewhere around 20 minutes. After that the fellas spend more time trying to figure out staging eventually settling vaguely on "a web series as good as the SyFy shows" along with a feature film.

Quote 3: "We're guys that drive trucks and vans it's amazing we've got this far."

 

Sep 14, 2016

Dave struggles to explain how the virtual world expands.

Notes: musical Oliver Stone movie.

"Love & Hate" - the whole duality thing and questions posed.

"The Ballad Of Dawn & Remote Control" - this is where it gets trippy.

"Freaks In the Mainstream" - this is where Dawn gets famous.

Quote of the week: "You put a penis in your eye?"

"Liquid Existence" - instrumental and separate poem.

"The Light" - POV of followers at Dawn's mass.

"Sinkittup" - snapshot of everything else going o n when Dawn births Baby Blue.

This closes the book on the Dawn/Angel White/ Elvis story. The origin story is done.

Brian lays out the nuts and bolts of how to get it done.

Beatles mention at the 17 minute mark.

Sep 6, 2016

THE SYNC

Love and hate

Congregate

Celebrate

Love and Hate

Dawn don't feel so good

'Cause nothing's understood

And she's been wasting time

And she's been forced to find a new time

Barely holding on

Tracking footsteps in the rain

Of a darkness spawned

Never going home again

She's insane

Midnight's broken

The highway's spoken

"I don't have a soul"

Thought Remote Control

Heaven's cruelest joke

Crossroads sign is broke

Dawn breathes reprieves

Remote just eaves

Dawn burns best at night

When she feels it's right

From her flows a glory

Hellkind's meanest story

Dawn wakes up beneath Remote Control

Knows that she's there just to play her role

Naked oozing love she becomes night

Leaves her drooling walks out through the night

To the show

Remote Control never will wake up

Dawn's spent ashes combust and erupt

Become one with everything and sing

Desperate for the hope tomorrow brings

To the show

She's reading Dharma Bums 

Preaching with a gun

Haiku in the sun oh my sweet Jesus

Flower petal burns

Crash a sharp right turn

Nothing's what you earn when you're in pieces

Maybe she met you

Made you join her crew

Poetry for you that's nothing special

Crack the whip and dash

Where the sorrows clash

Happiness is what she did embezzle

Naked on the TV screen

Dawn hit the mainstream

I saw her on the magazine

Freak in the mainstream

Everybody's angst

Is all but a prank

Payed by you on you in times of vigor

Dogma by the ton

Everyone got one

Shouting it about al full of rigor

So be a Dharma Bum

Suck your goddamn thumb

Curl into a ball that's like a fetus

Where's her zen cash crew?

They don't know what to do

Baby, we just need someone to lead us

Give me fish I'm on my knees

Freaks in the mainstream

I saw her on the magazine

What does it all mean?

And when the lights go down

We're lying naked on the ground

And when the lights come up

We mean to interrupt

And when the light does bend

Then we're you're only friends

And when the light does fade

We sing our serenade

In my fantasy dance billions 

Chilling in a skinless ville

Come forth and feel the beating of the drums

When orgasmic screams of passion 

Happen and the waves crash at

A distant forest fire that's just the sun

In an ancient land a man stood motionless

He called forth all the powers of the devil

To his hand

In a modern time cry people looking for a savior

Find the strength to live

You got it

Form a band

Sinkittup

War torn like a tenement 

It's all a big experiment

There ain't no wrong or right when you hate god

Evil seeps like rotting corpses

Lectured on in college courses

Piling up as if it were not odd

Sinkittup

Underneath the circus tent

There sits a man his back is bent

And in his hand his only son he holds a knife

He says "hey, son, go on and do

the job it's just begun

and slice the trapeze rope it's all, yeah, just a life"

Sinkittup

Inside a cab a slab of meat

Drives aimless through the city streets

He works for nothing gunfight all the time

Then one fine day he snaps

And wraps his hand around a nine and zaps

A gas and go quadruple murder crime

Sinkittup

Walls of water feed corruption

Deconstructed interruptions

Naked timeless tunnels of the soul

Band and pop and cry

The sky shines on newborn forgotten son

To teenage momma born from rock and roll

Sinkittup

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Aug 31, 2016

Once again Dave and Brian are exhausted. Never the less they wrap up Act 3 and touch upon drum mic techniques (spacial orientation). The quote of the week is "don't touch my cookie!" Then the fellas shout out to The Island Boys and Professor Hood, recurring musical motiffs such as "The Shire Theme" in LOTR, mention the Beatles at minute 16, talk about 90s B'more bands Juice and Sporadic Sunjam, play 6 degrees of Andrew Grimm and/or Chris Plummer, discuss "Plummerisms," detail Act 3 instrumentation, recall DC band Fallen Ones, and promote community Stream Clean Up.s http://patapscoheritagegreenway.org/.

Aug 29, 2016

BABY BLUE

There he stood on the doorstep for a time

Wanna work for a nickel for a dime

Mommy who Daddy who he don't know

Better now, he ain't beat, where's he go?

He's gonna roam the street

Then he steal a piece of meat

This is no place for a kid

He's the crime that others did

He doesn't know what to do

No orphanages coming true

Streets that are splattered with his blood

Streets where we walk in the sun

There he sleeps by the trashcan for a night

Abandoned child, just a child, it ain't right

Mommy who, Daddy who, he don't care

Middle March, nose it runs feet are bar

 

Dave: vocals and guitar

Brian - bass, engineering,production

CJ - drums

Ian - mastering

Colleen - upstairs reading

Aug 23, 2016

The fellas begin by saying "It's fucking like blowing up the Death Star or Indiana Jones doing absolutely nothing at the end of Raiders Of the Lost Ark!" then move on to  Foster Huey's dental problems (donate to Bellas Bully Buddies! bellasbullybuddies.org), stray into cat talk(how "meow" sounds like "NOW!"), and then Dave tries to figure out what he already done wrote. Next they speak a little on Baby Blue's character arc to come, altering one's consciousness through distance running, and Steve Goddamn Earle.

Aug 22, 2016

DAWN'S EULOGY

You wanted something more than just somebody at the door

What you got was something less you're thinking "what in heaven for"

Ain't never got no flowers just take it one day at a time

Places lose their meaning and life becomes a rhyme

I said you take it as it comes and that's a rule of thumb

Sometimes you feel you ain't begun hell you're not the only one

Wake up your pillow's wet while it's lying on the floor

If kindness is a virtue you're thinking, "baby, what in heaven for":

Looking for your dad in all those guys who turned out bad

Broken expectations are al that you have had

A failure brings a heartache that a pill can't ever cure

Searching and feeling empty you're thinking "baby, what in heaven for

What in heaven for"

After all that time avoiding pessimism laughs out loud

The faces they look different ain't no solace in a crowd

Old friendships fly away like a bird does in the fall

Submerged in isolation you're feeling two foot small

I said you take it as it comes and that's a rule of thumb

Sometimes you feel you ain't begun hell you're not the only one

Wake up the pillow's wet while it's lying on the floor

If kindness is a virtue you're thinking "what in heaven for

What in heaven for"

On the day that Dawn was killed nobody even knew

'Cause there's a million deaths in the city minus one or two

The murder of a whore is as tragic as can be

She meant more than that to you

She meant more than that to me

What in heaven for

You can live your life in sorrow

But what in heaven for?

 

 

 

Aug 15, 2016

WATCHING IT ON TV

Rain all the time 'cause her lover's gone

Rage in the sunshine never to belong

Crack in the windshield of a wasted throng

Clear through the morning to be watching it on TV

She breaks the skin and the needle's free

No sleep tonight and it's almost three

Never again try to not agree

Clear through the morning to be watching it on TV

All night long

She buys a new pack of cigarettes

She sits around and tries to forget

She waits for something that's not regret

Clear through the morning to be watching it on TV

Rage in her eyes but she's nodding out

Slumped by the wall in her mind she shouts

"Why is it everything's wrong about"

Watching it on TV

But there ain't no TV screen

He's here and he's feeling mean

The city will hide the screams

 

 

Aug 10, 2016

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."

Aug 8, 2016

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

Aug 3, 2016

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!

Aug 1, 2016

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

 

 

Jul 27, 2016

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."

Jul 25, 2016

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

 

Jul 20, 2016

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.

Jul 18, 2016

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

 

Jul 13, 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.

Jul 11, 2016

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

 

Jul 6, 2016

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.

Jun 29, 2016

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."

Jun 27, 2016

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

Jun 22, 2016

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!"

Jun 20, 2016

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

Jun 15, 2016

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.

Jun 13, 2016

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

 

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