Saturday, December 19, 2009

Really good song writing by men is...



usually about things or women that cause anger, sexual frustration or pleasure , sadness or drama. Yes there are plaintive and lonesome love songs and ballads written by The Beatles (And I love Her, Michelle etc) and great soul singers (Ain't No Woman Like The One I Got, Three Times A Lady, Bernadette) but most of the hard rockin bands I listen to don't write loving tunes that praise loving women who are kind and good and the majority of Hip Hop artists don't as well; they praise bitchy mean women.

You could call "Wild Horses" a great ballad , which it is, but it ultimately signifies the END of a relationship. In fact "let's do some living after we die" kind of says it all. Roseanna by Toto (I'm not a huge fan of Toto just like a "few songs" ;) is sung from the perspective of a guy who was dumped ("not quite year since she went away...") and what about "You Were Always on My Mind?" It reminds me of Tiger Woods!

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I find myself trying to write love songs now and I just can't do it. Everything I write is sounding like Park Life!

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Monday, September 17, 2007

Ukelele Jack Live! Anti Corporate Jingoism at the Starry Plough in Berkeley Tonight 9/24!


HAPPY CD RELEASE PARTY FOR UKELELE JACK!! Here is a bit of our pasts below via our "Camper van."

I LOVE YOU,

Amanda aka Crazy

"Restless, three days without sleep, his mind wrapped in barely perceptible haze, he continues east, shaking, despite the stuttering convulsions and near death throes of his endearing 1962 Chevrolet. Storm follows him closely as it has for 3 days. In the pouring rain on the long dark highways he sees roadside casualty armadillos on their backs and owls and bats fly out of the his eyes into the blinding horizon.

Despite the solitude of his dear car he feels he is being watched by more than just the curious deer and west Texas highway transients. At dawn, he begins to feel the first nearly imperceptible signs of the drugs taking effect. He crosses the border east into New Mexico. There is now no question in his mind about the flavor of the coffee and the sardonic smile of the crusty over made waitress. As he's crossing more than 2 states at once, his watch stops. He picks up a hitchhiker, some young lady, but unfortunately, as he's been expecting, the car breaks down in an abandoned shanty town known only as Brubaker.

"Just remember," she says. "I'm holding you responsible for all this" He cringes at the tone of her voice. A quick glance in the rear view mirror reveals to him the vision of the 3rd unattached eyeball. A star of dried cream at the bottom of the Styrofoam cup on the dashboard smiles at him and somehow, in her loneliness and boredom, her twelve-pack dwindling in the midday heat, he forces her into sex.

The Chevrolet temporarily fixed, they drift on and fall upon a small bar in no place specific. Drunk by evening, she complains of morning sickness and by morning has noticeably grown in size. 2 days later, still heading east towards the holy angelic temple he has been envisioning in his sleep, she is 9 months pregnant. Later that day she gives birth to their son.

Born with gingham snakeskin cowboy boots and three umbilical cords he is within hours cursing his parents in some otherworldly alien language. And he mutters in perfect English in his sleep, while sucking his mothers breast, his twisted Utopian visions. She looks at him terrified and says, "Remember, I'm holding you responsible for all of this."
Ukelele Jack and Super Amanda (Starry Plough 2003)

left channel lyrics:

Peace and Love
Love and Anger
Brotherly Love
Brotherly Love
I though I had something to say
But I forgot what it was
I'm gonna try and say it anyway
Too much ginseng
Makes me nervous
Organization
Shortened sounds
Too much ginger
Takes me over
John the Baptist
Comes to mind
I've got to drive faster
The road is falling
In front of my eyes
I've got to drive faster
If I want to get home

-Camper Van Beethoven

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