1. 400 Daze_The Hungry Drunx 04:22
2. She Only Wants Me_Vlayman 04:06
3. Las Lagrimas_The Hungry Drunx 03:16
4. Write It Down (for Nicky)_Vlayman 03:40
5. Go Slow_The Hungry Drunx 04:19
6. A Cat That Kills_Vlayman 03:25
7. I’ll Take the Light_The Hungry Drunx 03:56
8. Make ‘Em Stop_Vlayman 03:42
9. Roll On Up_Vlayman 03:36
This is a group of choons all done in November, 2015 and compiled for the National Solo Album Month (inspired by the National Novel Writing Month) per www.nasoalmo.org.
Half the choons is *Vlayman*, what means it’s done with edits of various “found” drums, and the other half is *The Hungry Drunx* (thehungrydrunx.bandcamp.com), what means Portland, WA’s Snarl is the drummer; all else is Chicago, IL’s Vlayman, who also drank some gin and ate all the olives.
It ain’t mean nothin’ they don’t tell us sompin’
They ain’ tell us nothin’ cause it just ain’t they way
They gots hold it, massage and control it
But they gonna hafta let us know about it some day
Ain’t it sompin’ they ain’t tell us nuthin’
They always hold back sompin’ cause it gotsa be their way
They gonna gonna spin it and who knows who wins it when they
Ain’t tell us nothin’ for so may days
Gonna hafta let us know (they gonna hafta)
Gonna hafta let it go (gonna hafta)
Can’t hold it no 400 days
Many mens is angry and all the wimmens, too
The kids is mad and they ain’t know what to do
The cities’r crashin’, ever’body’s feelin’ the blues
You know it’s true
Papers is full of it, and the internet’s fulla shit
The priest pontificates
and politicians masturbate
The school’s is teachin’ history
And where we go next’s a mystery
Gonna hafta let us know (they gonna hafta)
Gonna hafta let it go (gonna hafta)
Can’t hold it no 200 days
Ain’t no particular side’s to blame
Ain’t nobody is free of shame that
Somehow it’s come to this
Somehow it’s gone to shit
Drums: Snarl
Bass: HnrFL-(WoolyMammoth-LB2B-HeartAttack)-Brick- 1176
Vox: KSM27-Eureka-RNLA
Gtrs: G&Lf100(Tonebone)-HRDX-E609-ISA1
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I mix with olive juice.
I posted a link to some buds of this cool concert:
I mentioned I had met Pinetop and was asked to ‘splain and so I wrote this:
I lived inna apartment about 2 miles north of the Loop in a area the realtors called Lakeview but the residents called Boystown.
It had been the fairly well-off gay ghetto for years; by the time I moved there it was, in the vernacular of the times, gentrifying.
I lived on the fifth floor of what was known as a “4+1”, what was a elevator apartment building built in the mid-50’s when they had height restrictions on the buildings, such that the 1st floor was half sunk in the ground.
There was like 20 bars and/or restaurants with likker within 3 blocks.
One of the bars was right ’round the corner and was a little mebbe 50 capacity joint on the 1st floor of a old brick residential building about a 1/4 block long that had stores in the countersunk 1st floor (altho’ this was not a 4+1, in that there was a little courtyard space in the front of the building about 3/ below sidewalk/street level – this was a much older building).
Nice little bar what sold burgers and frozen pizza, fries, etc.
They hadda good burger so I’d sometimes go there onna weeknight if I had worked late, getta samich and some whiskey.
It also hadda upright pianer and so Pinetop hadda deal with the owner that he’d play when he wanted, eat and drink free beer and get tips on Tuesday nights.
One night he played – no one knew who he was, BTW, and it weren’t announced, he just got up and played when he wanted, didn’t usually sing, did mebbe 15 minutes and went back to sitting at the bar – and I bought him a whiskey and complimented his playing and he told me his name.
Mebbe the third time I saw him it occurred to me to me he might be someone famous (there was no Wiki, this was the summer-winter of ’95) and I asked around and learned who he was.
I got married in the spring and moved away but I do believe he was still around town playing; he died in ’11. (The Wiki says he lived in Austin but … BTW, that pic is exactly how he looked, sans headpiece, when I met him.)
I remember sitting down some years ago with a left-handed copy of Waves and copying some of the pre-sets in Cool Edit. I never used the Waves except for that purpose, having tried some of its presets on source material to get the concepts (ex., opto-compressor vs. VGA, according to Waves).
But over the years I have developed some pre-sets I use repeatedly, primarily reverbs that work well together on guitars, or vocals, now coupled with relatively gentle compression first in the chain. I have a chorus setting I like on bass once in a while. I have FFT pass-filter pre-sets I use constantly, and a couple parametric settings for things like clarifying a Zoom H2 live recording, or brightening a vocal …
I confess that pre-sets are another of my lazinessossities, a compromise to get past the tech and to the creation part faster.
1. Write It Down(for Nicky) 03:40
2. Burnin’ Tubes 04:39
3. Red w Grankspoine 04:24
4. Thirteen Point Five (Half a Chance) 04:27
5. The Park (Down to) 04:01
6. She Only Wants Me 04:06
7. This Ol’ Elephant 03:49
8. Make ‘Em Stop 03:42
9. Walkin’ Out the Door 03:54
10. A Cat That Kills 03:25
Q. Whaddya give a elephant with diarrhea?
A. A lotta room.
Q. Whaddya give Vlayman?
A. Some listening time, of course – turn it up!
released November 18, 2015
Grankspoine on # 3 did all but drums, voc and bass.
Vlayman OCD’d all else.
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Sometimes it all gets too much
‘Talkin’ ’bout the pain and such
Things make life ain’t too fun
And yer feelin’ outta luck
Like ya gotta be the only one
Never gets out in the sun
Don’t like yer lover’s touch
Can’t see no good to come
I ain’t know what’s been goin’ wrong
All I can say’s ya gotta write it down,
write it down
Bad day, bad month, bad year
Can’t seem to stop the tears
Nothin’s goin right ’round here
Can’t seem to pass the fear
I ain’t know what’s been goin’ wrong
All I can say’s ya gotta write it down
Never seem to feel aiight
Can’t sleep through the too long nights
Up head there ain’t no light
Feelin’ like ya’ready lost the fight
I ain’t know what’s been goin’ wrong
All I can say’s ya gotta write it down,
write it down
I ain’t know what’s been goin’ wrong
All I done is write this song
& All I can say’s ya gotta write it down,
write it down
Ain’t no joy in what ya do
1 and 1 ain’t close to two
He don’t know if it’s him or you
You don’t know if it’s him or you
I ain’t know what’s been goin’ wrong
All I can say’s ya gotta write it down,
write it down
I ain’t know what’s been goin’ wrong
All I done is wr ite this song
All I can say’s ya gotta write it down,
write it down
vlayman 