Love it! A true gem of musical expression. Excellent musicianship, production, mixing, and an overall audio delight!

hey man, this is awesome! great rocking groove. hilarious lyrics sung very well, too. great production, as well. great song!

This is great, really rocks old school! Congrats on the job selling hot dogs

Cool track..   I love the guitar and the vocal and lyrics are really awesome.

someone wrote Devo, hell yes, it is, in the twenities

Weekly

Squire mini electric guitar
Hinkler cigar box guitar
Yamaha bass guitar
Korg N364 workstation
Garageband keyboard sounds
Yamaha tenor saxophone

Off-colour

We are not a cover band, although we do enjoy incorporating recognizable motifs and sounds into our songs as hooks to the past and a form of tribute to artists of the past.
This song is a shout out to Supertramp, The lyrics are a bit of a ‘poke’ at these so called ‘celebrities’ that got the looks, but little else going on. They even manage to write a book about their superficial lives…well…ok…they get someone else to do that for them. 
“Look at her body?” Hmmm…well we do, probably because there’s nothing else about ‘em. 
Musically, it was always about the keyboard sound in tension with the strings that called Supertramp - the band - to mind.

*available for free - track 10 from the album Wait and See - https://www.terrywigmore.com/wigmore-allen-gibbons

                                              SUPER TRAMP

She draped one leg over the arm…She got no wit, but she’s full of charm
I got my note book out to write down all the things that she…
Had not got in her own head…
She could not look me in the eye…It started to rain and I just wanna cry
Well here she come now…Super tramp

“I’m not a super, a super tramp
I’m not a super, a super tramp
Well, I’ve got more brains than you got britches
Got more schemes than you’ve got hitches…baby…baby”

There’s nothing more that you could say…
I’m just a fly upon the wall you want to swat away
Well here you are again, with your life story…Bore me…
“Look at ma baw-dee…(Look at her bawdee)  Ain’t I gaw-geous?
I got no brains but I can fake it…haha I mean…shake it for you!”
Well here she goes again…super tramp

(Body-shake-down:)

“Well I got more brains than you got britches
Got more schemes than you’ve got hitches…”
Oooooh….She’s dangerous …
Oooooh….She’s outrageous…
Oooooh….But it makes her lots of money!

I had to stop to rub my aching eyes, all she was full of was …
Expensive perfume and cheap surprise…that’s no surprise. 
But she couldn’t… buy a halo…
And so the book came out in July…It made her a $million, 
But I don’t know why…She’s still a super…super… tramp

Wigmore: Synths, Production
Allen: Lyrics, Vocals, Bass

Wait and See - Keith's Picks

Super Tramp

THE GARDEN is a guitar piece where I explore different styles of acoustic guitar music from different parts of the World. Bossa, Tango, Jazz, Blues, Flamenco, etc. I had to think of a botanical garden, where plants from all over the World coexist and form a beautiful coherent whole. 

Here is my musical botanical garden, I hope you’ll enjoy!

-Dan

Original music written and arrangement for three acoustic guitars by Daniël van den Berg, November 2023.

Guitar: Joan Cashimira, modelo 145, spruce top w/ cocobolo sides and back, Gata de Gorgos (Alicante), 2015 Recorded using an Apogee MiC. Mixed in Auria, masterered in Auria and Final Touch
Cover Art made using Midjourney AI

The Garden | Dan van den Berg

Jo Jo The Dog Faced Boy

This year I've been studying jazz.
Have fun!

Jazztastic

Daniel

So this song takes the idea of home and expands it outward beyond conventional ideological boundaries of what a home might be. Some of this may sound odd, in the sense of 4 walls, a floor, and a roof as home. So where might our home be? Out beyond our neighborhood perhaps, the region where we live, the continent we’re on, maybe our planet, or somewhere in the cosmos? If we settle on a suitable idea that is somewhat believable for us, it may be that our ‘home’ is, at the very least, the planet we live on. Our home planet. So wherever we go on Earth, we are home, as the song suggests. Please bear with me on this, as it may get a bit allegorical: I like that idea of this larger sense of home, as we might not dump trash, sewage, and all sorts of toxins inside our home, or pollute our home in other ways. We may begin to see what a large, incredible family we have at home. Don’t ya think? It may allow us to get along with each other a little better than we have been? (As an example, you should see me with me with my family at times, it can be frustrating… hee-hee.) We probably wouldn’t set off/drop so many bombs and blast the crap out of our home like we do now, if we saw the Earth as our home. Or ignorantly flood or burn down our home, in our stubborn refusal to appreciate the reality of what it takes to maintain a home like Earth. If we come back to the idea of a conventional home, well there’s all sorts of problems with that too. Here are some of them. Some of us have homes, some of us don’t. There are many reasons for that. Some of us have lost our homes. Some of us do not like our homes, some of us never leave our homes. Some of us despise each other for not having homes, or having too many homes, or having too large of a home, etc…. Where do we feel at home these days with the state of homeability or lack there of? My conventional home, allows me to live here, be that wherever it may be for any of us. Anyway, this song also gave me the opportunity to dust off my mandolin and recorder, as they pretty much sat there all summer with long faces wondering what I was up to. So now they’re happy and I hope this song shares some of their happiness with you….. m

Lammbone's Album

Going Home

Recorded in Modesto, Ca. Bass Steve Roy Drummondville, Canada. Percussion Sergio Parraga, Spain.  Steinway Acoustic Piano rhythm. Gibson L5 Electric Guitar rhythm. Roland Synthesizer Bass. Alto Saxophone solo.  Horn section Alto, Tenor, Baritone saxophones, Trumpet. Gibson 335 Electric Guitar solo. Trap Drum set full kit. Percussion Tambourine, Ago go Bells, Timbales, Cowbell. Crash Cymbal.

Candy Apple

Ear Candy

A few years back I recorded Perry Clemons, my father in-law playing the song "Wave" a classic. Recently I added a few tracks to  compliment the song and mix / mastered. Enjoy his wonderful tasteful guitar playing.

Wave / featuring Perry Clemons

Back To The Drums FALAMOS

Just a breakdown of Steve on vocal and guitar, and me on low and high harmony!

Steves Planet: composition, vocal, guitar 

K2 and the Three: low and high harmony 

The original is on this page and my main K2 and the Three page! 

Hope you enjoy this!

The Station ( Acoustic )

Artist Picture. Shyntwirl
Art Cover Editor. Shyntwirl
PROD. Shyntwirl
Trumpets / Ambiance / Drums / Bass


Shyntwirl - Fungus (PROD. Shyntwirl)

The Fire Inside The Sun

Standing Stones

trust fall

Boots in mud, they roll in thick
Grease-stained vests and tactics slick
Crinkle-cut fries in thermal packs
Night vision fogs from gravy snacks

Storm the shed, then take a seat,
'Cause tactical boys need something to eat

Corman Park Gravy Seals, deployed at dawn
Stuck in a doorway, but marching on
Napping in fields where the wild dogs squeal
This is the mission. This is the meal

Four-man stack at the chicken hut
One got wedged in the drive-thru rut
Whispers crackle on the comms with pride
"Target secure—large fries, extra side"

Gear weighs heavy, but spirits soar,
They breached the shack, then snored on the floor

Corman Park Gravy Seals in stealthy waddle
Recon complete at the syrup bottle
Dropping from choppers into cow fields surreal
This is the tactic. This is the meal

Obstacle course? They made it two feet
Extraction was called from a booster seat
Grenades of cheese curds, napalm brown
The only threat is the ketchup clown

Tactical snooze beneath a swing
Fatigue is part of the whole darn thing

Corman Park Gravy Seals in formation slump
Shaped like barrels and built to thump
Thunder rolls from their rolling meal
This is the doctrine. This is the seal

Tactical pants in a tactical bind
Breach the fridge, leave no fries behind
Under the slide where operations start
Dreams are briefed with cheese in heart

Velcro screams as they shift in place
Air support’s late with the snack case

Corman Park Gravy Seals roll in deep
Through canola fields where children sleep
Mission complete with a gravy wheel
This is the legend. This is the seal


Corman Park Gravy Seals

Bigfoot is a friend of mine. We like to make music and share it with our friends. See our YouTube channel and A Journal of Nonsense for more fun.

Heavy Punk Rock 'n' Roll band turns into Synthwave nowadays! Brand NEW album "Ultraviolet Cosmos" available NOW!

Jo Jo The Dog Faced Boy

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