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Been away but big things are brewing

June 1, 2011

Hi guys,
Been a while since my last post, but I have some exciting news regarding a new EP shortly.
Stay tuned meanwhile, check out my ccmixter uploads.
Gary

You’re Over Reacting #@!

September 9, 2010

Another video of one of my songs I found on youtube.
Brad singing, me playn, some guy mowing.
Wish I could mow the lawn this fast!

Stop Killer

September 9, 2010

The nice thing about sharing things in the creative commons is that sometimes things you created a while ago have the habit of coming back at you out of the blue transformed, remade, renewed.
Like this video that nefersakhmet9 from New Zealand did for my “Stop Killer” featuring Lisa DeBenedictis and i2.
Tragic Vampire Love Triangle. Cool. Nice Vid.

“Walking on Sunshine” Remix

July 29, 2010

25 years ago? Wow

One month is way too long for the mix up stage of a remix competition.
So I ended up submitting my version of this classic 90’s party song in the final hour before entries closed.

I tried something a bit different – a slow build to a final partytime crescendo.
Click on the link below to listen and vote. Thanks!

via Check out this submission in the Katrina and the Waves Remix Contest – “Walking on Sunshine” on Indaba Music.

100 Dollar Bills (gimmie some)

July 22, 2010


About a year ago I wrote a song about a  moth.
Since then Sassy and I have been invaded by the little critters.
To remedy the situation, here’s a song about 100 dollar bills.
Hopefully these will now fly out of the pantry when I’m rustling around for the Fenugreek and Worcestershire Sauce.
Many thanks to Southbound Cinema for the groove, your check is in the mail 😉

100 Dollar Bills (Gimmie Some)

Can’t buy yourself a wagu burger
for a hundred dollar note
your Gucci smoochy fedoruccii hoochy
won’t give you change it won’t
I said my bit to Franklin
cause he’ll leave me soon I know
a hundred paper Washingtons
all lined up in a row

Don’t you know?
Don’t you know?

Ten thousand US Pesos
in your wallet
– there you go
You bet yourself your bottom dollar
for a dollar less you know
Won’t get no understanding
from a hundred dollar note
Tell it to an auto teller
sink before you float

One hundred dollar bills
all lined up in a row
won’t get yourself a hooker
for a hundred dollars less
(you know)
Why be so plain demanding
on a hundred dollar note?
just give it to the congressman
he’ll take it for your vote

Floating down a river
with your nose all full of blow
Don’t need yourself a banker
there’s a fortune teller that I know
with a hundred paper Washingtons
all lined up in a row
Forget that spot on Oprah
and a ticket for the Midday Show

Don’t you know?
(the less you know, less you know)

It’s just a hundred dollar bill
(give me hundred dollar bills)
cause there’s some good ones
some bad ones
with stories to tell
from those hundred dollar thrills

Don’t wash them with no soap
they come all pressed and laundered
with some diamond rings and smelling salt
it’s just a hundred dollar bill.
– lying in your wallet
the moths are getting hungry here
I thought you said you want it?

Hundred dollar bills
Give me all your hundred dollar bills

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The Mad Master of St Ann

July 20, 2010

 

In the 1760’s a Scottish Doctor named Lewis Hutchinson moved to the Caribbean Island of St. Ann. In what is now known as the Pedro District, Hutchinson built a small castle on a wild and lonely hill.
The castle was said to be an attempt to recreate Edinburgh Castle of Scotland, which sits on volcanic rock above the city to this day.
Shortly after Hutchinson’s arrival in Jamaica, travellers began to disappear and suspicion started to mount.

 

The Ruins of "Edinburgh Castle" St Ann

 

For many miles, Edinburgh Castle was the only populated location on the way from Saint Ann’s Bay and, not knowing that they would become the target of Hutchinson’s rifle, travellers would rest at the castle, only to succumb to the Mad Doctor’s attack. Hutchinson murdered for pure sport, what may be described as a thrill killing, as passers-by from all races, shapes, sizes, and incomes were fair game.

What is true about Hutchinson’s killings is debatable. He would shoot lone travellers and was said to feed on the flow of his victims’ blood as well as dismember them. He, or according to some sources his slaves, would then toss the remains in a cotton tree or a sinkhole for animals to feast on. That sinkhole became known as Hutchinson’s Hole. At the height of his villainy, he would invite guests to his castle to be entertained before killing them.

 

Lord Rodney

 

Hutchinson’s reputation for debauchery made him notable as many would avoid him out of fear. His slaves’ tales of terrible treatment and the gruesome details of the murders made him legendary. This is why he was allowed to roam free for a time until he shot an English soldier by the name of John Callendar. John Callender attempted to apprehend Hutchison. After Hutchinson shot Callender, he bolted south to Old Harbour and boarded a ship. The Royal Navy, commanded by Admiral Rodney, caught Hutchinson before he could escape.

Shortly after being caught, he was tried and found guilty. In 1773 he was hanged in Spanish Town Square. Although the final toll won’t be known, upon searching his home after his arrest, approximately 43 watches and a large amount of clothes were found.
History will remember him as “The Mad Master of St Ann”.
Such a beautiful place though, forever stained by a madman’s horrible deeds.

Text Courtesy of Wikipedia

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“Stronger than Angels”

July 19, 2010

Image courtesy of http://brendancalling.com/

With all wars the real casualties aren’t the soldiers that signed up – they knew the risks and accepted them as a part of their job.
The real casualties of war are the families of these soldiers that return home in a wooden box. Its the mothers, fathers, daughters, children, friends and neighbours of these brave soldiers who will carry this grief for the rest of their lives.
Here’s my song from their perspective.

“Stronger than Angels”

I came home on a Friday
its a windy rainy afternoon
the door was swinging open
keeping time to an old familar tune
I’ve heard you playing on your radio
when your holed up in your room
that’s where you do your crying
washing colours out of rainbows
’till they’re blue

playing “stronger than angels”
that’s what your daddy used to do
and if he was able
he would hold you and sing that song to you
now it’s colder than icecream
on a winters day in June
with the snow piled on your window
now that daddys left too soon

I guess it had been crazy
since the day we heard the news
your father took a bullet
in a foreign land he didn’t choose.
Now the future is hazy
if we dull it down with booze
those memories are worth saving
now he’s coming home in red and white and blue
(he needs you)
“stronger than angels”
wipe that tear from the corner of your eye
your having our baby
and I’m sure he’s watching by
with his army of angels
that forgot the reasons why
they left their medals on a table
as the mourners walk on by

(they’re singing) “stronger than angels”
I can hear their mothers cry
cause if they were able
to shout out and reach the sky
to blame all those fallen angels
who stood by to watch their sons all die
they’re reading letters from Obama
cold comfort from where they lie

colder than icecream
on a winters day in June
playing on your radio
now that daddys left too soon

“stronger than angels”
wipe that tear from the corner of your eye
they left their medals on a table
as the mourners walk on by
“stronger than angels”
you’re having our baby
now its colder than icecream
as the mourners walk on by
“stronger than angels”
“stronger than angels”
as the mourners walk on by

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