23 July 2012

A Certain Lake

I put together an album of ambient music called "A Certain Lake", recording under the name Mister Corduroy. In addition to some new tracks I included some spoken word recorded over the years. It all starts out with a song called "Slow Down".

Download it for free on Noisetrade today.

17 July 2012

Southbound Train from Concord

On 1 September 1987, Brian Wilson (not the beach boy) and several other Vietnam veterans were starting a hunger strike on the tracks leading out of the Concord Naval Weapons Station. They were there to block arms shipments headed for the Contras in Nicaragua. More than 40 protestors to stop, but the spotters and engineers aboard the munitions train ignored the screams. The train running at 17 mph (three times the legal speed) would not stop. Two of the veterans jumped away at the last second, but Wilson was run over by the 200,000 pound locomotive. He lost both his legs and ended up with with multiple broken bones and a plate in his head.

Along with "I'm a Contra" this was another attempt at writing a "topical song". When I read the story I decided to approach it from the perspective of the train conductor. He was probably "following orders", maybe he even believed in the cause of arming the "freedom fighters".

The original appeared on my tape "The Squirrel babies Waved Goodbye", but the version found on "This Machine Eats Bacon" was recorded live at WQBR-Ypsilanti on Rob McLean's Collide-a-scope programme. Jimmigator Nichols played drums and does a nice solo in the middle of the song. DJ Kurt B. Smith can be heard on train whistle.

I'm the conductor of a weapons train and
I don't stop for nobody! I don't stop for nobody!
I don't stop for nobody! I don't stop for you!

Taking these bombs to Central America
I don't stop for nobody! I don't stop for nobody!
I don't stop for nobody! I don't stop for you!

I see you there with your picket signs and
don't stop for nobody! I don't stop for nobody!
I don't stop for nobody! I don't stop for you!

I'll speed up as I come near 'cuz
I don't stop for nobody! I don't stop for nobody!
I don't stop for nobody! I don't stop for you!

Ran you down but the others got away.
I don't stop for nobody! I don't stop for nobody!
I don't stop for nobody! I don't stop for you!

Drag your body for 25 yards 'cuz
I don't stop for nobody! I don't stop for nobody!
I don't stop for nobody! I don't stop for you!

Mangled your foot and crushed your legs.
I don't stop for nobody! I don't stop for nobody!
I don't stop for nobody! I don't stop for you!

     

15 July 2012

St. Vladimir's Day

Today is the feast of St. Vladimir of Kiev, so I guess it's my Namesday. But how did I get the name Vladimir? When did I start using it?

Some thought that it was my actual name and were surprised years later to find out otherwise. Others speculated that it came from Dracula, or "Vlad the Impaler". Another theory was Samuel Beckett's play "Waiting for Godot". 

When I was about ten years-old I read a book about Andrew van der Bijl (aka "Brother Andrew") who smuggled Bibles into Commuist countries  during the height of the Cold War. This began my interest in Russia and the Balkans. I imagined myself becoming a Bible smuggler with the code name "Vladimir".

How ironic that Vladimir's Universe was known for anti-Christian songs that glorified Communism. 

Many years later, while attending an Eastern Orthodox church I learned about St. Vladimir of Kiev. Originally a pagan, this Grand Prince of Kiev converted to Christianity in 988. He might have become Muslim but didn't like their ban on alcohol and pork. The baptism of Russia soon followed with Russian Christianity aligning itself with the Eastern Orthodox Church in Constantinople.



Have a blessed feast day!

   

06 July 2012

It's My Trip

The next song on the new release "This Machine Eats Bacon" was fun to perform. The lyrics are meant to be childish nonsense and the chorus is simple, but so catchy that everybody sang along. I almost didn't include it on the collection, but it was such a part of my live performances and usually would be heard when I'd play the weekly open stage night at Cross Street Station.

The original version appeared on my tape "Children with Pets". This version is from a live performance at radio station WQBR-Ypsilanti on Rob McLean's Collide-a-Scope programme. Jimmigator Nichols played drums. My remix features some trippy delay effects and backward messages.

I looked up and saw a little bird
the little bird told me a special word
the word was "love"
it was written on his head
then someone shot him
now he's dead

Yeah, Yeah, it's my trip
I don't care cuz I'm too hip

I saw you and you saw me
you saw me up in a tree
in my hand I held a rose
but I fell down and hurt my nose

Yeah, Yeah, it's my trip
I don't care cuz I'm too hip

There is something in my eye
love and peace will never die
hatred is a compliment
fear is just an accident

Yeah, Yeah, it's my trip
I don't care cuz I'm too hip

 

01 July 2012

I'm a Contra

While working at a record store I came across Phil Ochs. His songs inspired me to write some "topical" songs. This was one of the first that really caught on with the audience. 1987-88 was the height of the Iran-Contra scandal with Col. Ollie North testifying to Congress and the whole document shredding thing. Today I guess I would write a song called "Operation Fast & Furious".

Rather than just make a left-wing diatribe with a beat, I took on the persona of a Contra, hanging out in a bar, bragging to a girl about all the stuff he does as a "freedom fighter". Thus the catchy chorus "I'm a Contra, I'm a Contra, baby!" The verses are based on actual news events.

The version found on the 25th anniversary album "This Machine Eats Bacon" is a remix of the version found on my tape "Children with Pets". It was recorded live at Cross Street Station in Ypsilanti, MI with me on a 4 string tenor guitar backed by Jimigator Nichols on drums. I remember a military vet playing darts once commented: "I don't agree with him, but that's a darn good song!"

There's a bus coming down the road
full of women and little kids
they're headed for the clinic
so they can get a checkup
but they won't ever make it
because weapons came from America
I'm gonna blow it up
and shoot a pregnant lady in the head

Cuz I'm a Contra
I'm a Contra, baby
killing for America
I'm a Contra,
I'm a Contra, baby
killing for Uncle Same
Cuz I'm a Contra
I'm a Contra, baby
an American funded terrorist
I'm a Contra, I'm a Contra, I'm a Contra

Gonna take a late night trip
to the school out in the country
gonna plant a bomb or two because
I'm a freedom fighter
I killed my brother cuz he was a farmer
and I killed my sister
cuz she was a nurse
I killed my father cuz he was a farmer
then i ran across the border into Honduras

Cuz I'm a Contra...

  

19 June 2012

Purity of Essence

One of my earliest songs with music composed on a Commodore 64 computer. This album version starts off with the original track then transitions into a much later version featuring the expanded Vladimir's Universe. Various versions appeared on the tapes "Purity of Essence", "Spitting Flesh Across the Room", "Love X=0", and "Toast & Color".

In the movie "Dr. Strangelove" General Jack D. Ripper explained his reasons for sending bombers to Russia: "God willing, we will prevail in peace and freedom from fear and in true health through the purity and essence of our natural fluids. God bless you all."

For this remix I had the idea to use samples from the movie, then remembered Ronald Reagan's joke about outlawing Russia.  It occurred during a sound check on NPR in August 1984 that never aired, but was recorded and later leaked. The Soviet army actually went on alert when they found out (not sure if they took the most beautiful women in Russia to an underground bunker or not).

i am here
listening
though i don't want to
my life is happy
my mind is twirling
i can't control
my actions
i joined the left-wing faction
i want to be a nice boy
but want to have fun
all the world is riding
on a skateboard
the collapse of sanity in this world
i was a nice little boy until
you corrupted me
i was a nice little boy until
you set me free
purity of essence
purity of essence
purity of essence

 

12 June 2012

Kill Me in Cleveland

Ohio is the promised land!

I wrote an Ohio Trilogy: Kill Me in Cleveland, Youngstown, and Red Toledo. Living in Michigan we usually travelled south through Ohio whenever we went on a roadtrip. I guess I associate Ohio with the beginning of an adventure. I lived in Toledo from 1995 to 2005 and rather enjoyed it--the city did not disappoint me.

When I was in high school people would make fun of me for my peculiar style. I would either growl or say "Kill Me in Cleveland". The song is based on those teenage years. The duck in the song was a small plastic duck and the fish named "Alfred" was a dead little fish I found on a Lake Erie beach that had dried in the sun. I kept them in a black case that I carried all my stuff in.

The first recording of this song was on my third tape "My Damn World" made in high school around 1985-86. A "club mix" dance version was on the tape "Watching My Dreams from a Lawnchair" while a studio version appeared on "Freinds, Poets, and 100 Dead Enemies".

This was another favorite to perform, and a crowd favorite. The audience would scream along: "Aaaaaaagh! Kill me in Cleveland!"

The recording found on "This Machine Eats Bacon" is from the T.V. Silvia sessions. Tom V. Silvia was a local musician who built a recording studio in a garage. He offered to produce some songs and captured the raw sound of Vladimir's Universe well. Tom also gave me many tidbits of sage advice about writing, singing and performing.



He dressed like a beatnik when he was a kid.
He carried a duck and a fish named Alfred.
He walked through the school with a big black box
and when they laughed he sang this song:
Aaaaagh! Kill me in Cleveland!
Ohio is the promised land.
He always wanted to be a dictator.
He wrote a bunch of songs and some propoganda.
He was ridiculed for thinking too much.
and when they laughed he sang this song:
Aaaaagh! Kill me in Cleveland!
Ohio is the promised land.