Andrew:
I am working on the lyrics and tightening up a few things. I am saving vocals for last for all of these tracks. Obviously, this one could use a bunch of lyrics. I was going for a very loose, spacey jam... I wanted it to feel like the drummer was trying to find it. I appreciate your notes and the Electric Ladyland reference is very kind! I look forward to figuring out the lyrics to this one.
I appreciate your kind words tremendously, this is a special one. There should be a space between "Signs" and this and I appreciate you spotting that for me. I will add some space at the end of signs... what is another :23 on a 13-minute song?
Andrew,
Thank you for your kind words! I appreciate you listening and I will return the favor with yours. Should I give "FAWM 2022 Song-writing Demos" a spin?
LOVE the vibe on this... And the lyrics... wow. I was messaging someone, and the tale in this just DEMANDED my attention... gotta go back to them in a minute! I'm wondering whether this was the idea that was originally intended to go on With Signs Following? It's FABULOUS here.
Wow - this one is longer than I was expecting! I'm listening to your RPM playlist while monitoring non-music stuff in another window (and holding a book, an actual book!) ... and I was thinking I'd lost track of what was going on! This is very trippy - I'm in the latter half of this track now, and what it's most reminding me of is Electric Ladyland period Hendrix. This is mighty cool. Are you going to have a version with the lyrics you were planning?
Thanks: I needed something long to put a spoken word-ish thing over. Definitely was fun to record. Now I am working on the lyrics. I appreciate your kind words!
And in the night so long Evade a massing throng Aided by a song Much Music
preserve your paltry mint down an alley you sprint do leave a clue or hint Much Music
and your hasty flight leads toward cathedral light stained glass so bright Much Music
and the choir there in harmony so fair creates celestial air Much Music
What could have happened if Merle played with Mingus? Or Johnny with Miles or Ray with Coltrane? Or Eric Dolphy with Jerry Garcia? Keeping their Betes in check with Richard Davis on the bass
I like to day dream on that music and try to hear what I can see
I’m been dreaming of Monk-Like country
Country with monk
and Charlie rouse on the sax and Larry gales on the bass
Some kind of country from the spirit world country
“Now that’s what I call Monk-like country volume 72
Like a bolt of light
In the dead of night
Without a band in site
Much music
When I’m alone
Where ever I may roam
So very far from home
Much Music
When the Kafka day
Becomes a Mamet Play
In every single way
Much Music
How reality melts
alphabits have spell’t
Every thing your ever felt
Much Music
And in the night so long
Evade a messing throng
Aided by a song
Much Music
What kind of music do you think I’ll make when I’m 94? I been rolling like this for 25 years I hope I do for 50 more. Because I like to rip it up, I like to stomp on the terra hard. I chop my beats by the cord and drop steel by the yard. Who knows where I’ll be I might turn into a vegetarian. I’ll keep to keep on slapping this funky ass shit even as anonagenerian. I’ve been dreaming about doing it like this ever since I was a kid.
It was the least shocking surprise
We were all concerned that it would happen too soon
The end for all of us is inescapable
But its the when’s the wherefores and the whys
That bring tears to out eyes
It was the least shocking surprise
I have almost been on the wrong side of it
a few times before
And I remember thinking about this very thing
How will this look in other people’s eyes
A shocking surprise, or not so much?
Some of us fly too close to the sun
Because we want to see when the wax will melt on out wings
For others there is only darkness even in the sun
And the nights are extra dark
So much so that they can’t see that the light will come again
Because it never does
And wherever they go, their demons are always there
And we who love them desperately want our love to be their light
But they feel unworthy of our love so the can’t except it
And their self-destructive compulsions both feed on the darkness
And make them feel more unworthy of our love
The darkness grows and the cycle continues
And the harder we try the worse it can get
Unless they choose to love themselves enough to take their chance
At breaking the cycle
A prerequisite to banishing the darkness
I thought writing songs could do it
Or letting you run what had been built
Is it narcissism to think I ,IGTV have made things worse
Or neglectful to discount the harm I might have done?
It is the least shocking surprise
But it still brings tears to my eyes
I hope you’ve found peace
I hope you’ve found peace
I love you
Goodbye
Comments on Brian J. Kenny's stuff
You knew me when You know me now And I can change You know me know And there’s still a lot of work to do
thank you for your kind words: they are music to our ears!
Thanks for the kind words, eternals
Nothing recorded live
Nothing recorded live
Everything except vocals and lead guitars recorded live
Drums, Bass, cool Jazz Combo all recorded live
real nice mix. the panned guitars are fantastic in the head set.
forget about genre. this is original. nice job.
I like it. feels classic. it's a foot tapper indeed.
jammin"
I’m digging this song
Thank you both for your kind words! e are working on these songs and getting them ready.....
Andrew: I am working on the lyrics and tightening up a few things. I am saving vocals for last for all of these tracks. Obviously, this one could use a bunch of lyrics. I was going for a very loose, spacey jam... I wanted it to feel like the drummer was trying to find it. I appreciate your notes and the Electric Ladyland reference is very kind! I look forward to figuring out the lyrics to this one.
I appreciate your kind words tremendously, this is a special one. There should be a space between "Signs" and this and I appreciate you spotting that for me. I will add some space at the end of signs... what is another :23 on a 13-minute song?
Andrew, Thank you for your kind words! I appreciate you listening and I will return the favor with yours. Should I give "FAWM 2022 Song-writing Demos" a spin?
Excellent RPM. There's some real standout tracks for me. Nice one.
LOVE the vibe on this... And the lyrics... wow. I was messaging someone, and the tale in this just DEMANDED my attention... gotta go back to them in a minute! I'm wondering whether this was the idea that was originally intended to go on With Signs Following? It's FABULOUS here.
Wow - this one is longer than I was expecting! I'm listening to your RPM playlist while monitoring non-music stuff in another window (and holding a book, an actual book!) ... and I was thinking I'd lost track of what was going on! This is very trippy - I'm in the latter half of this track now, and what it's most reminding me of is Electric Ladyland period Hendrix. This is mighty cool. Are you going to have a version with the lyrics you were planning?
Thanks: I needed something long to put a spoken word-ish thing over. Definitely was fun to record. Now I am working on the lyrics. I appreciate your kind words!
Comments made by Brian J. Kenny
Thanks, Gumbo! That means a lot coming from a writer and performer of your caliber!
And in the night so long Evade a massing throng Aided by a song Much Music preserve your paltry mint down an alley you sprint do leave a clue or hint Much Music and your hasty flight leads toward cathedral light stained glass so bright Much Music and the choir there in harmony so fair creates celestial air Much Music
What could have happened if Merle played with Mingus? Or Johnny with Miles or Ray with Coltrane? Or Eric Dolphy with Jerry Garcia? Keeping their Betes in check with Richard Davis on the bass I like to day dream on that music and try to hear what I can see
I’m been dreaming of Monk-Like country Country with monk and Charlie rouse on the sax and Larry gales on the bass Some kind of country from the spirit world country “Now that’s what I call Monk-like country volume 72
Like a bolt of light In the dead of night Without a band in site Much music When I’m alone Where ever I may roam So very far from home Much Music When the Kafka day Becomes a Mamet Play In every single way Much Music How reality melts alphabits have spell’t Every thing your ever felt Much Music And in the night so long Evade a messing throng Aided by a song Much Music
What kind of music do you think I’ll make when I’m 94? I been rolling like this for 25 years I hope I do for 50 more. Because I like to rip it up, I like to stomp on the terra hard. I chop my beats by the cord and drop steel by the yard. Who knows where I’ll be I might turn into a vegetarian. I’ll keep to keep on slapping this funky ass shit even as anonagenerian. I’ve been dreaming about doing it like this ever since I was a kid.
It was the least shocking surprise We were all concerned that it would happen too soon The end for all of us is inescapable But its the when’s the wherefores and the whys That bring tears to out eyes It was the least shocking surprise I have almost been on the wrong side of it a few times before And I remember thinking about this very thing How will this look in other people’s eyes A shocking surprise, or not so much? Some of us fly too close to the sun Because we want to see when the wax will melt on out wings For others there is only darkness even in the sun And the nights are extra dark So much so that they can’t see that the light will come again Because it never does And wherever they go, their demons are always there And we who love them desperately want our love to be their light But they feel unworthy of our love so the can’t except it And their self-destructive compulsions both feed on the darkness And make them feel more unworthy of our love The darkness grows and the cycle continues And the harder we try the worse it can get Unless they choose to love themselves enough to take their chance At breaking the cycle A prerequisite to banishing the darkness I thought writing songs could do it Or letting you run what had been built Is it narcissism to think I ,IGTV have made things worse Or neglectful to discount the harm I might have done? It is the least shocking surprise But it still brings tears to my eyes I hope you’ve found peace I hope you’ve found peace I love you Goodbye
What kind of music do you think I’ll make when I am 83
(I don’t know where we are going but) we’re making great time
Snoozer
You Knew Me When You know me now I can still change You know me now There’s still so much work to do
Hustlers’ Hustle
The night Nay Zsherman rose from the dead
Ignatius
Catullus n Epode #13
Rose gather ye rosebuds, while ye may
It was the least shocking surprise
Ran out of lemonade outside of ceres
What kind of music do you think I’ll make when I’m 83
Love keeps us young