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Through this podcast SFP is creating an extended universe through the use of guitar based pop songs. The tale is both episodic and serial. As of the COVID lock down the SFPeeniverse consisted of 7 Broadway style musicals. This is ambitious stuff. The conceit is that an '84 Chevy El Camino acts as a TARDIS catalyst connecting the characters to unlimited story telling opportunities.
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Feb 25, 2020

THE LOVERS PART TWO

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 me desperation.
Waltzing to me.
Stop.
Come here. But then again just go turn 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 - guitars and vocals
Brian Lutz - bass, engineering, mixing
C.J. Johnson - drums
Recorded at Possum Studios spring 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 clutch
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, gut-bucket hinge, write, learn, play, repeat
Dave Linantud - guitars and vocals
Brian Lutz - bass, engineering, and mixing
C.J. Johnson - drums
Produced at Possum Studios

IF I DIE TONIGHT
If I die tonight I would be alright
Because I don't want to live
If I had a chance with my decadence
Well then my life is all I could give
I would sacrifice for the other life
That somehow might not end
If I had to guess I would ask this mess
Would never come again
If I have to fall I implore you all
Not to follow what I done
If I had a choice with my lonely voice
I would pull the trigger of this gun
If I die tonight I would be alright
Because I don't want to live
If I had a chance with my decadence
Well then my life is all I could give
If I die tonight I'm gonna live
Live on and on and on
Dave Linantud: guitar and vocals
T. Chris Johnson: violin
Produced by Brian Lutz
Engineered by Greg Humphries

OLD MAN BLUES
Old man blues, understand?
Drunk 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

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

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
Dave - guitars and vocals
Brian - bass, engineering, mixing
CJ Johnson - drums
Ian Burke - mastering

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
Dave Linantud: Guitars, vocals
Ryan Bowen: Drums
Greg Humphries: bass
Produced by Brian Lutz
Mixed by Drew Mazurek
Engineered by Greg Humphries

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 all 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?
Dave - guitars and vocals
Brian - bass, engineering, mixing
CJ - drums
Ian - mastering

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

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.
Dave Linantud: Guitars, vocals
Ryan Bowen: Drums
Greg Humphries: bass
Produced by Brian Lutz
Mixed by Drew Mazurek
Engineered by Greg Humphries

Feb 18, 2020

THE LOVERS PART 1

 

ELVIS IS GOD
The second coming played a rhapsody
Rubbery legged both white and black
Kept the preaching to a minimum
Blood and sweat poured down his sunburned neck
His eyes shut tight and his soul was pure
Jet black hair and karate pose
Sang a song about a mystery
Reverberated 'round the globe
Side-burn Jesus was pumping gasoline
Curled his lip and shook his ass
Drove his truck up to the Temple
The vendors said they'd take a pass
Said "Get your sorry self on back to Memphis
Don't want to hear no blues by whites"
The sneering scarred out face of slavery
Flew across the sky at night
They cleaned him up and took his picture
But the colonel betrayed his very soul
Treated the King like a whored out marionette
But you can't kill Rock and Roll
The last temptation in the Holy Land
Desert sand and neon lights
People come from near and sunder
See him sing three shows a night
They say he's dead but thy're not right

Elvis Is God


Dave Linantud: Vocals, guitars, bass
Ryan Bowen: drums
Brian Lutz: engineering
Drew Mazurek: mixing

 

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 hurts, 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
Mixed by Drew Mazurek
Engineered by Greg Humphries

 

ADAM & 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: Guitars, bass, vocals
Ryan Bowen: Drums
Produced by Brian Lutz
Mixed by Drew Mazurek
Engineered by Greg Humphries

 

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
Dave Linantud: Guitars, vocals
Ryan Bowen: Drums
Greg Humphries: bass
Produced by Brian Lutz
Mixed by Drew Mazurek
Engineered by Greg Humphries

 

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 man shrink 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
Yeah yeah yeah

Dave Linantud: Guitars, vocals
Ryan Bowen: Drums
Greg Humphries: bass
Produced by Brian Lutz
Mixed by Drew Mazurek
Engineered by Greg Humphries

 

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 possess 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
Rob Hornung: Saxaphone
Ryan Bowen: Drums
Brian Lutz: bass
Produced by Brian Lutz
Mixed by Drew Mazurek
Engineered by Greg Humphries

 

THERE'S 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 is independence
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: Guitars, vocals, bass
Rob Hornung: Saxaphone
Ryan Bowen: Drums
Produced by Brian Lutz
Mixed by Drew Mazurek
Engineered by Greg Humphries

 

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 and vocals
Brian Lutz: Bass
Ryan Bowen: Drums
Produced by Brian Lutz
Mixed by Drew Mazurek
Engineered by Greg Humphries

 

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, vocals, bass
Ryan Bowen: Drums
Produced by Brian Lutz
Mixed by Drew Mazurek
Engineered by Greg Humphries

 

TO BE A BADASS


My lifelong quest is to be a badass
But it's made a mess of my whole damn life
Oh to be to be a badass
Or to be a chump
That is life
I've been around
I've seen the worst
That folk can do
And do to you
Such a shame
Here in this rat's nest
That is this life
That is this life
It's time to go
To get to gettin'
It's a bit more fun
When you just don't care
Everything conspires with nothing
All the time everywhere
I can’t recall the sound of laughter
If when it’s free for all to hear
I can’t recall I just can’t remember
So I have to ask you
What’s it like to fear
And when it’s done and when it’s over
Then I will laugh and I will cry
Because then I won’t have to wonder
Or ask the question
What’s it like to die?
My lifelong quest is to be a badass
But It’s made a mess of my goddamned life
Oh to be to be a badass
Or to be a chump
That is life
Don’t be a chump
Take my advice


Dave Linantud: Guitars and vocals
Brendan Tobin: Bass
Ryan Bowen: Drums
Produced by Brendan Tobin
Mixed by Brendan Tobin
Engineered by Brendan Tobin

 

Feb 11, 2020

05  Do you have his phone number?

10  We've added a band called...um... .

15  John Dennis!

20  I didn't know.

25  People just...out and about.

30  Natalie Portman's awesome, yes.

35  It's kind of like a Tylenol but different.

40  Well of course, of course.

45  Nah let's just do the medley proper.

50  Some people don't realize.

55  Wait a minute, so John Entwhistle's dead.

60  This is such a great beat.

65  All through out most of the 90s the answer was always Rubber Soul.

70  A lucas Limited Production.

75  ...like the one I worked up in my basement.

Feb 4, 2020

05  They gave out awards for different categories.

10  Whatever they get in.

15  See it starts at 7.

20  Aaaaaaaaaaaah right!

25  Originally I kind of had that in mind.

30  Then we got Cancelled Stamps.

35  We're always trying to give...give back.

40  How did it jump from being just Stevie?

45  Dave's cutting off four families of children.

50  You, uuuuuh, have to get permission.

55  All cover bands.

60  The word "perfectionist" is the complete opposite of rock and roll.

65  I asked him a lot of questions about the beginning. 

70  I think so.

Dec 30, 2019

What a shame
Dirty shame
All the same
Dirty shame yeah
It's a goddamn fucking dirty shame
Lordy me
Glory be
Mercy me
Glory be yeah
It's a goddamn fucking dirty shame
JOE!
Holy shit
It's a goddamn fucking dirty shame
Oh looky here

Dec 23, 2019

No man can catch her eyes
She don't think much of guys
With their macho bullshit talking trash
To her it just ain't funny, man
She's made her way to Beta 9
She heard New Earth's a damn good time
She's seen it
Yet she's coming back again
-----
Them love machines are fine for some
When you're all filled up with Martian rum
With their whizzing gears sometimes
Why they seem just like a person
But they don't talk and they don't laugh
Unless the program tells them to
It really ain't spontaneous
But most the folk just don't care
-----
No man can catch her eye
Nor r-600s with custum thighs
But loves where you can get it
Take that plunge and don't regret it
Her eye is roving still
Forever, man, it will
Every day's an oppurtunity
That's all she wants to see
She leaves New Earth alone
Might as well go back home
At least her home is home
Home is home

Dec 18, 2019

05  "Everyone Slumbers"

10  Oh here's the main riff.

15  ...Ol' Lutzy dancing out in the crowd.

20  I am about to press the play button.

25  Here's my solo.

30  There's always the thunderstorm at SoWeBo.

35  I get profoundly depressed.

Dec 16, 2019

I want an open road I want to drive away
But nobody got a second chance
Giving up too fast I want to play my hand
But nobody got a second chance
I Will crawl to you
I will die for you
But I warn you
I cry too
I want an open road where the wind it sings out loud
A tune that's meant to drown another's pain
I need an open road I got to fly away
'Cause the pressure's enough to drive a man insane
What'd you say to me
Oh why can't I see
What's so goddamn wrong with me
Oh why can't I see
Break it down
I want an open heart so I can say just what I feel
But it's hard to start when you got to sonic boom
I want an open book I got to write my story true
So the end won't eber no never come too soon

Dec 11, 2019

05  I totally doubted him so hard.

10  We go in the backstage of the Shamu area.

15  I don't have a bunch of old cars sitting around.

20  I only eat meat that I kill myself.

25  Make someone look like total shit and not tell them.

30  The bands really do kind of suck.

35  That was fire, man.

40  Use your blinkers. Be courteous. 

45  Don't live in the desert.

50  I seen one space movie my whole life.

Dec 9, 2019

My lifelong quest is to be a badass
But it's made a mess of my whole damn life
Oh to be to be a badass
Or to be a chump
That is lifeI've been around
I've seen the worst
That folk can do
And do to you
Such a shame
Here in this rat's nest
That is this life
That is this life
It's time to go
To get to gettin'
It's a bit more fun
When you just don't care
Everything conspires with nothing
All the time everywhere
I can’t recall the sound of laughter
If when it’s free for all to hear
I can’t recall I just can’t remember
So I have to ask you
What’s it like to fear
And when it’s done and when it’s over
Then I will laugh and I will cry
Because then I won’t have to wonder
Or ask the question
What’s it like to die?
My lifelong quest is to be a badass
But It’s made a mess of my goddamned life
Oh to be to be a badass
Or to be a chump
That is life
Don’t be a chump
Take my advice.

Dec 4, 2019

I messed up the publish date of this the first time arund. The good news is that it's even better now!

Dave of Society Fringe Productions and Dennis of Sun Rider 9 Productions

05  Might be for the number one seed.

10  It'll look pretty damn good.

15  Went fishin' down by the bay bridge.

20  Somebody said they did see them on there.

25  At some point Warner took over.

30  What's the dog's name?

35  That turtle's trying to sit on that fucking fish!

40  Baltimore Colts Fight Song

45  The hardest part is organizing for the sound people.

50  The Catonsville version for Chopped.

Dec 2, 2019

I'm thinking of a thing from long ago
I don't know what it is
And I'm looking at my life just like it's something
That I can not give
I don't give a shit
For anything at all
Oh no
Oh no
I made a record before I could even buy a beer
By the time I was 22 I'd played more shows than I could hear
Sang in smoke filled rooms
And drank for free all night
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
I seen 'em come and go I seen 'em rise and fall
I've made a billion fliers and made a million calls
I went from the mailing list to emails to evites
But it ain't no different if you're signing through the night
Alright
I been around this whole damn world
It's bigger than the sky is wide
But one thing everywhere is when everything seems just right
Play the night away
And sing everyday
Every day
I'm thinking of a thing from long ago
I don't know what it is
And I'm looking at my life just like it's something
That I can not give
I don't give a shit
For anything at all
I'm just day to day

Nov 27, 2019

D&D

05  Ding dong ding dong.

10  Doesn't Joe Gallagher have a Santa Claus suit?

15  Maloney's is right at the bottom of the hill.

20  That's possible to do.

25  Making more enemies than friends.

30  It's a 2016 film.

35  But Disney Plus is coming out.

40  It's just never been on the podcast.

45  I'm going to need help booking bands.

50  I got to go back and listen to them.

 

Nov 25, 2019

I drove my truck right on down to the water
Right up to the Chesapeake Bay
Stared out at my destiny fading
Spun out on that slick Maryland clay
Everyone spends their time a-yelling
Listening a thing of the past
Harass me with verbal gymnastics
And stupider opinions than that
So hold on for me
I'm driving and driving and driving again
Hold on for me
I'm driving and driving and driving again
What are the terms of a failure
Then again who really cares
Strip every word of its meaning
Stretch out and bathe in the glare
So hold on for me
I'm driving and driving and driving again
Hold on for me
I'm driving and driving and driving again

Nov 18, 2019

I woke up at noon

With my alarm clock

Packed my bags

Searching for some truth

I ain't found nothing

What a drag

Headed south to find Graceland's healing kind

In redneck heaven the Stars and Bars fly high on a

Hazy day in June

I feel romantic

Like Jesse James

I shot some good ol' boy

'Cause he was fucking with me

Didn't ask his name

Headed south to find Graceland's healing kind

In redneck heaven the Stars and Bars glimmer like fire

Flying Texas bound

Love that Dixie ground

I'm a punk rock outlaw

Glory bound

I was killed last night

Flashed low rider lights

By an "esse" Mexican

Over reefer bales

At twelve oh two

chorus

 

Nov 13, 2019

Check it out, y'all. Go research Graham Hancock and "lost civilization." Kaboom!

Nov 11, 2019

Instrumental with spoken words coming from one of Brian's whacked out books.

Nov 6, 2019

Stoner martial artists.

Oct 30, 2019

Taking a change up here, or curve ball, or any appropriate baseball metaphor.

Oct 28, 2019

Dave - guitars and vocals

Brian - bass, engineering, mixing

Andy - drums and percussion

Written by Brian Lutz

Oct 23, 2019

Bird Essay 10 October 2019\


I wrote a verse in this specifically for Brian. He shares way more on our podcast than I'm comfortable with so I'll share this about my buddy and coproducer Brian Lutz. He's been going through a country song of a stretch in his life. These words are specifically for him: "Inside your crumbled world know you're not alone / Outside the insular lonely people roam / dreamers and malcontents and rebels scared to win."


Nothing ever works out according to plan. That's what ol' Lennon was saying in "Beautiful Boy:" "Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans."


Initially this song grew out of a piano jam we did in Forgotten Sons in the 80s. C major. That's a dead give away. It was always in the Big Opera and then when we set about digitizing that motherfucker it wasn't. I tend to fall into the dark side of my personality and sometimes write overtly positive songs. Maybe as a self pep talk? Maybe I'm trying to talk my way into a good mood. Ugh. I don't know. I'm in the cavernous abyss right now that's for sure.


THIS version of this song, you see, uh. Who cares. Whatever, right? Fuck. I had a lot of fun tossing around the word "ennui." I like how it sounds. I like that it's French. The Gauls and the Goths were epic awesomeness, am I right? Yo check out my keyboard wizardry on this'n. The Hammond B3 at the end, I couldn't do the right and left hand parts at the same time! Hah!


I really really like C-major. It's jaunty. It's the opposite of Nigel Tufnel's the saddest of all keys. Here's some examples of the vibe of C major. "You Can't Always Get What You Want" and "The Ballad Of Curtis Lowe." You know what else is in C-major? "Imagine." "The Card Cheat" off of LONDON CALLING is C major. Shit, yo. I'm spinning muh goddamn wheels! Tell you what, friends, the gears are most definitely engaged. C and F. Love them. LOVE EM!


I have existential angst at the moment. I have it to the point where I feel as if I don't deserve it. As if I haven't EARNED mine own angst! I'll tell you what, folks. I had the opportunity to work with a bunch of men and women from the post Gen X generations. Here's the reality, fellow middle age dorks and dorkettes. We fucked everything up good for today's young-ins. We've poisoned the land. We've destroyed the ecosystem. We've modified the earth so that we are no longer a part of it. I say it constantly, right? Team Thanos every day and twice on Sunday.


Our party was way more intense than that of the Baby Boomers. They were naive little sissy-pants jag-offs. We knew full well that the heart that beats in the center of the party is dark. It has consequences (*PLUG* check out the song "Consequence" from TRAVELOGUE IV!). We were fucking and getting fucked up in college. Today's youths are assuming mountains of debt. A good trend I've seen is that the next ones ain't to keen on breeding. I love that. There are far too many human beings on Earth.


I'll tell you why there's the greatest wealth disparity in the US since the 1920s. It all started with my homeboy Ronald Reagan saying "more government can't solve the problem. Government IS the problem." He was right. Governmental bureaucracy was bloated and self sustaining. It was an AI. Scaling back was the right thing to do. But now we need another course correction. The 1950s was a pretty good era economically. We ruled the world through normal traditional war ways and through culture. This was when it crystalized for me. It was the stimulus package passed by our gubmint in 2017. All the tax cuts for rich folk and for mega businesses are forever whereas the ones for working stiffs are temporary. It pains me to say this but the Democrats are the more fiscally responsible party. How the fuck did that happen? They try to at least pay for a portion of what their abdicating. Not the Republicans. Dammit. I was 100% down with the GOP's obsession with fiscal responsibility during 44's presidency. And then they passed that stupid fucking tax cut and exploded the deficit. There's ANOTHER way we're fucking the next generations. There you go, guys. Have fun cleaning up our shitstorm!


We fucking suck.

Oct 21, 2019

For fear of everything the ancient pilgrim moaned

Alive forever brings whatever else was loaned

There is a specialty that no one does dare speak

Here in the aftermath of creaking banshee shrieks

Inside your crumbled world know you're not alone 

Outside the insular lonely people roam

Dreamers and malcontents and rebels scared to win

If even everywhere there's that humming din

Like a bird with everything insaide

Plummets shivering shores collide

If it ain't true than we're forever blue

If it is I must oblige

I feel so bad you see 'cause I can't get wat I want

With the assumption that our languages just taunt

Here on peripheral like lightening in the sea

And forged in question marks a language I can't speak

Hell, man, it's everywhere a humming tired ennui

Of shit that's happenstance we're chosen randomly

Directions all a joke salvation is a lie

Flyin' like a bird, you see, says "say hey bye bye."

Like a bird that soars across the sky

Keep on flying 'til we die

A new born curse

A worn out universe

Love and life fall from my eyes yeah

Oct 16, 2019

Embryonic Tonic Essay 10 October 2019


We all know about the opioid epidemic in the US. Everybody knows somebody. It's at the point now where the children of friends are dying. The Sackler family should be in prison. Rich people never pay for their crimes. Everything is set up so that the rich and powerful stay that way. The only difference between now and how it's always been is the perceivable air of transparency afforded to the free world at this particular point in time. That's why the USA is so goddamn radical. The ruled having a say in how they are ruled is a break from the tradition of subjugation.


The willingness of the masses to believe anything they're told if they are told often enough boggles my mind. Even though incremental progress is made in terms of compassion winning out over greed, the greedy know how to manipulate enough people so that they stay in power. This nation is a Petri dish for the idea of an idea as government. We all know this. The extent to which people are ingrained in their corner infuriates me. Intolerance is stronger than ever. Intolerance is a uniquely personal sin at the same time as being a form of governance. Look, man, along the way I bothered to find out how the government in America works. I also have tried to have at least a basic understanding of how the governments of other nations operate. It drives me fucking crazy that a basic knowledge of civics isn't required in order to vote. Yeah, I know, that's the hole point of the American idea.


A way around having the same say in how your life is administered as somebody who is willfully ignorant is by lying to dummies. Sociopathologically everyone knows this. We live in times now in which Lincoln's plea to rely on "the better angels of our nature" is being obliterated by bad faith actors. I have a feeling in my gut that freedom is wasted on Americans. In a way we deserve what we get. The only catch is that I'm an American and I want more. You know what I want? Consistency. That's it. All I want is consistency. Wait, that ain't true. I crave honesty. I loath belligerence.


The standing of the United States in the world mirrors that of our individual citizens. We as a nation are isolated. We as individual people are isolated. People thought I was joking when I sang "Peace and Love, Motherfuckers" but I was most certainly not. This song is about addiction. If there's an over riding addiction nowadays it's an addiction to outrage. Basically you must explain to me why you are right. A more intellectually honest approach is for me to figure out why I'm wrong about you. Accepting blame is anathema. God fucking dammit. I get in these moods, you see. The clouds gather and the walls become a ceiling. Spelunking feels like relief from the claustrophobia. And here we are. I haven't been scooting around my beloved trails for far too long. I am adrift.


I don't want to explain this song. I want you to love it. I want one other person to see THE NEVERENDING OPERA. I mean "see" in a metaphysical way. Really, though, I'm proud of this song. The flute you hear is a little gimmick toy I got in the Philippines - or maybe somewhere else. I don't rightly recall. Brian is proud of this one. He did a fantastic job mixing. I like how Ochster switches up double time and half time and what not. It lends depth to the proceedings, like cinematic smoke billowing through a miniature set to create epic awesomeness. Epic awesomeness. Is that too much to crave?

Oct 14, 2019

Embrionic sludge suck it down tonight

Down the delusion make you feel alright

Just don't wanna know just don't want to see

Just don't want to care just don't want to be

Listen, man, I dig everything is wrong

Such a stupid thought put it in a song

It's a pennt ante world that don't amount to shit

Ain't got the guts to die so numb yourself to it

Here's to you again

Pain will never end

Time to say "goodbye and hello nanobytes"

Let them pull the load you have earned that right

With everything you done and everything you know

Give yourself to it you deserve it tho

You won't come back again

Won't feel anything

Let that tonic breath let it fill your soul

Let it make that real let it gain control

Here's to nowhere friends

Never ever ends

 

Oct 9, 2019

Tin Foil Girl Essay 23 September 2019


This song was originally written in the mid 80s, or the origins of it at least. I vaguely remember the Replacements LET IT BE changing my life. One thing I shared with my Minneapolis heroes was alcoholism. The line from the original writing that sticks out to me 35 years later is "drink up to the times/drink up to yourself/live your life that's what you gotta do/but how can you live with nothing to give/I'll be unknown before I'm through." I'll leave that there.


I came up with the character of Tin Foil Girl in my basement at some point. A writer writes, right? I finished up the lyrics a few years back in anticipation of recording it with Brian and Andy. My entire life I always wondered what it would be like if someone ran for president of the USA who didn't give a shit about anything. I imagined a soulless creature who said and did anything because this individual didn't actually care about the nation and the inherent promise of a Republic built on ideals. Well fuck me if that didn't happen before mine very eyes. It's what "Tin Foul Girl" does in the song. Having it actually happen was as jarring an incident as 9/11. If anything this guy's hatred of compassion has made the GOP into a bunch of sychophantic pussies. I have to hand it to Trump for remaking one of the two (TWO) American political parties into his own image. It functions as Nixon's southern strategy blooming in full. Guys like Lindsey Graham and Mitt Romney are caught up in an inversion of Bob Dylan's "A Hard Rains Gonna Fall" namely the line "you better start swimming or you'll sink like a stone."


Shit. I guess this is now a political essay. I remember Robert Mueller's hearing. He had a look on his face that said "for fuck sake, Democrats, it's all here spelled out for you - high crimes and misdemeanors - do your fucking job." This Trump guy's a destructive whirlwind. The political stuff can be reversed. This is why I hate this motherfucker. He provides cover for bigotry plain and simple. This nation's bonkers. Presidentialy the pendulum swings wildly. The Obama Reaction was going to happen.


Look. I'm a sociopath. I generally don't care about the human race. Our biggest accomplishment has been to poison the earth. Yay. I do, however, believe that, even though collectively we may deserve annihilation, individually we deserve dignity. The world is a grim place. 99.9% of human existence has been overt suffering and death. It's how nature works. It's benign. I understand why people fearfully flock to religion. It's a comforting message to know that one day your suffering will end. That's also one of my main beefs with monotheism. Everything's about "suffering" with these motherfuckers. There's so much we need to figure out. Having to deal with a majority of a genus and species that believes in Santa Claus is counterproductive. This is how Trump got elected. Facts mean nothing. Truth is now a construct, apparently. Porky the drummer can't understand Trump supporters because they have an endless appetite for eating shit, getting ripped off, and dying young. It's exactly the same with monotheism. It brings individual existential comfort and is devoid of reason and an affront to reality. That's why hysterical liberals and never trumpers call it a cult, because it is.


Blind acceptance is mostly how civilization has functioned since settled societies emerged. This country was the first that attempted to be NOT built on blind acceptance. There was always a chance that a demagogue would ascend and feed into the worst impulses of the populace. Trump is the anti-Lincoln. Whereas Lincoln pled for a reliance on "the better angels of our nature" this motherfucker is burning it down and lining his pockets in the process. Actually, I'm into a lot of what he does. I like how he blatantly tells the working man that he's going to take their money, healthcare, and clean air. It's brilliant. When his supporters say "he doesn't lie" they're referring to how he's honest about how he doesn't like people of color. He's honest about the crimes he commits to line his pockets. He's honest about the things that american voters have long suspected of politicians in general. They are relieved that FINALLY a politician has told them that he only cares about their vote. He hates the same people and that's good enough.


It's breathtaking, isn't it? The most startling thing is that people act surprised that an amoral charlatan won the election. He never pretended to be anything else.

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