Whiskey, You Are Not My Brother - New Song - May 1, 2012

Remember that post about a month ago before we played with Black Valley Gospel at Crace Mountain?
Whether you do or don't, the night of that show David Chenery proposed a collaboration of a sorts between us.  He wants to record some of my older material and give it the f*@!#!?! Black Valley treatment!  I was both honoured and excited about the proposal.  Initial song ideas include some Dogbreath Brothers tunes - Stay Away With The Whiskey, Look In Your Heart, and Bent, Broke, Busted 'n' Blue - plus Last Trip To Vancouver from the Eelgirl EP and a heavy version of the instrumental Jackass Path from the Hurtin' Dance Party album possibly with a spoken word piece.  Crazy shit!

I started working on a song this week and it seemed like maybe it could fit this project.    I've keyed it so Chenery could easily do manic vocals an octave above what I'm doing.  This is really a sketch of the song. We'll run it up the flagpole and see if anyone salutes.

Check out the video - my head looks like a sock puppet

******Stardate January 13, 2016:  the collaboration with Chenery did not come to fruition.  However, I did a minor tweak on the lyrics, a major tweak on the arrangement and feel, and went on to record the song with Mike Hall in a combo with drums (Marek Tyler), cello (Hank Pine). Live off the floor don't you know, to fabulous 1/4" reel to reel.  Stay tuned....I'll post it soon!

Whiskey, You Are Not My Brother

Whiskey, you are not my brother
do not stand so near
take your hand from my shoulder
do not whisper in my ear

There is a place
where black is dark
dark, dark blue
where you are misshapen and made obese
by all that does not fill you

Whiskey, you are not my brother
do not stand so near
take your hand from my shoulder
do not whisper in my ear

There is a place
where the river is deep
deep, deep green
the waters are opaque, they are viscous
they appear to be serene


Whiskey, you are not my brother
do not stand so near
take your hand from my shoulder
do not whisper in my ear

The Lonely Astronaut - March 25, 2012

Yes, Nanaimo is a hard, hard woman, but that's not going to stop me from heading to The Hub City next weekend to play a show at Crace Mountain.  This is a big show, the end of an era, as Superprince Adam and Superprincess Lyndsay move along to new frontiers.  Aaaaaargh!  Also on the bill, Black Valley Gospel with their infernal devil music, and I've got a sweet little combo together for the show featuring Rachelle Reath on violin and vox and Marek Tyler on the drums. 

At the end of our rehearsal on Saturday, we did a one take recording of our song The Lonely Astronaut.  In the great tradition of songs like Rocket Man and Space Oddity, the song uses outer space as a metaphor for loneliness and alienation, while making direct lyrical references to Hank Williams (hey music fans, spot the reference and win a surprise gift!) and The Five Man Electrical Band.  Below are links to our performance of the song, as well as to a larger orchestral version by The Euphorians, recorded live off the floor in   my basement by boy genius Mike Hall.

Here's our take from the rehearsal

click here: THE LONELY ASTRONAUT - THE EUPHORIANS

The Lonely Astronaut
The astronaut stands on the shores of an alien sea
believes he can hear the children laughing now with glee
But in the realm of irrational perception
he was once crowned national champion
while the commotion caused by his emotions
made him renowned in his hometown

When he left home he became well-known
for sporting a massive biblical beard
'til that fateful night he was trussed and sheared
by a drunken balladeer

It was then that he decided to travel to the stars
leave behind this world of buildings
pocketbooks and cars

In a world where the sky is green and the trees are blue
and there's no one for a trillion miles but you
it's wise to doublecheck your supplies
and remember
it takes gravity to cry

What a waste, what a waste
when your tears float into space
instead of falling
instead of falling down your face
what a waste, what a waste

Now Nature abhors a crybaby
as much as she abhors a vacuum
so astronauts you must not succumb
to the commotion of your emotions

I'm a stranger here on this place called Earth
and I was sent down here to discover my worth
I'm a stranger here on this place called Earth
and I was sent down here to discover my worth


The astronaut stands on the shores of an alien sea
believes he can hear the children laughing now with glee



and what the hell, here's Bowie doing Space Oddity