Name: Remembering Spencer Dryden 1/19/05 by dgans
Duration: 1 h 16 min 41 s
Description: From a January 2005 broadcast on KPFA's Dead to the World. David Nelson, Peter Albin, Barry Melton, Dave Getz, Jeff Tamarkin, Sally Mann Romano, and Jesse Dryden tell stories about the legendary San Francisco drummer, who died a few weeks earlier. For copyright reasons, I had to take out most of the music because otherwise I couldn't post the rest.

Rough mix of basic tracks, with David Gans producing and providing bass, Dan Brodnitz on piano, and Jeremy Goody on bass guitar. Engineered by Jeremy Goody of Megasonic Sound.

Saint Lucifer
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verse 1
I dreamed I saw Saint Lucifer, alive as you and me
He offered me a 2 x 4, sweetened naturally
He handed out some anagrams then left without a word
A deep sharp silence followed him
The loudest ever heard.

verse 2
Now, I don’t care for Lucifer. You know that to be true
But I don’t care for anyone ’cept me and sometimes you
I wish that I had never seen that wretched holy man
‘Cause now I’m stuck here in between
The good and righteous plan.

chorus 1
Oh, Saint Lucifer! Time for you to go
Oh, St. Lucifer! Finish up your show
Oh, St. Lucifer! You done it this time, man
Oh, St. Lucifer! 
Don't come ’round again!

verse 3
I dreamed I saw Saint Lucifer along the shoreline drive
I offered him a 2 x 4. He didn’t look alive
I handed out some alibis then left without a word
A deep loud silence followed me
The saddest ever heard

chorus 2
Oh, Saint Lucifer! It’s time for you to go
Oh, St. Lucifer! Let’s wrap up the show
Oh, St. Lucifer! It’s bigger than you, man
Oh, St. Lucifer! 
Never come again!

chorus 3
Oh, Saint Lucifer! Time for you to go
Oh, St. Lucifer! Finish up your show
Oh, St. Lucifer! It’s not about you, man
Oh, St. Lucifer…
We all doin’ what we can…
Don’t come ’round again

Words and music by Christian Crumlish.

Saint Lucifer - rough mix - work in progress

Rough mix of basic tracks. Robert Wade on guitar, Dan Brodnitz on organ, John Hanes on drums, Jeremy Goody on bass, David Gans taking the guitar solo. Produced by David Gans and engineered by Jeremy Goody at Megasonic Sound.


Dirty Ol' Sunshine
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verse 1
Dirty old sunshine
Dirty old rain
Dirty old flowers
Dirty old pain
Dirty old winter
Dirty old moon
Dirty old sorrow
Dirty old tune

verse 2
Dirty old mansion
Dirty old sky
Dirty old franchise
Dirty old lie
Dirty old witness
Dirty old vow
Dirty old daydream
Dirty old now

verse 3
Dirty old summer
Dirty old clothes
Dirty old passion
Dirty old Rose
Dirty old sundown
Dirty old friend
Dirty old steam train
Dirty old end

Words and Music by Christian Crumlish

Dirty Ol' Sunshine - rough mix 3 - work in progress

Rough mix of basic tracks, produced by David Gans and engineered by Jeremy Goody at Megasonic Sound, David Gans on guitar, Dan Brodnitz on keyboards, Jeremy Goody on drum machine, Christian Crumlish on vocals.

Carnegie Hill
(c) 2020 At Swim-Two-Birds Music

Ice cream scoop burgers at the Jackson Hole
“We will rock you,” cigarettes and Skoal
Snuck out of school to Blacker & Kooby
Then we went to Burger King to buy a trey-bag doobie

Bricks in the planters made you fall on your ass
Yes I knew Robert Chambers (he was not in our class)
Huddled on a bench in the park after dinner
Up on Carnegie Hill to smoke the trey-bag pinner

Carnegie Hill, Carnegie Hill, Carnegie Hill, up on Carnegie Hill                                  
Carnegie Hill, Carnegie Hill, up on Carnegie Hill
                      
Walking home up Madison, daydreams in the air
Suddenly Ty Sullivan and Randy standing there
When you’re not feeling safe, duck into Blacker & Kooby
Or pack up your troubles in a dirt-weed doobie, on

Carnegie Hill, Carnegie Hill, Carnegie Hill, on Carnegie Hill       
Carnegie Hill-o-o, Carnegie Hill-o-o, up on Carnegie Hill-o
Carnegie Hill, Carnegie Hill, nobody called it Carnegie Hill
Carnegie Hill, Carnegie Hill, but I still miss Carnegie Hill
             
Hurricanes from Pedro’s where they never carded
They didn’t care if you were a minor
“The head of our complaint department’s Helen Waite”
And “Tipping’s not a city in China”

Shoestring fries at the Jackson Hole
PLJ playing… Billy Joel
They moved that old store. It wasn’t the point
And I never felt a thing from that pre-rolled joint, on

Carnegie Hill, Carnegie Hill, Carnegie Hill, on Carnegie Hill       
Carnegie Hill-o-o, Carnegie Hill-o-o, up on Carnegie Hill-o
Carnegie Hill, Carnegie Hill, nobody called it Carnegie Hill
Carnegie Hill, Carnegie Hill but I still miss Carnegie Hill
Carnegie Hill-heyey, Carnegie Hill-heyey, Carnegie Hill-heyey, Carnegie Hill hey
Nobody called it Carnegie Hill but I really miss Carnegie Hill

Words by Christian Crumlish. Music by Christian Crumlish and Michael Beavers.

Carnegie Hill - rough mix - work in progress

Lightly edited second rough mix of basic tracks, produced by David Gans and engineered by Jeremy at Megasonic, David Gans on guitar, Dan Brodnitz on piano, Christian Crumlish on vocals.

Moses (Took Us to the Water)
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Well now, Moses took us to the water (uh hmm)
Moses took us to the water (uh hmm)
Yes when Moses took us to the water, it was
Like leading lambs to slaughter
Moses took us to the water, yes he did

Pharaoh sent us off to catch him (oh yeah)
Well, that Pharaoh set us to catch them (uh hmmm)
So when Pharaoh sent us off to catch him then we
All got drownded when the waves came crashing
When Pharaoh sent us off to catch him (yes sir)

(first plague)
Well, Pharaoh made Ra angry, uh-hm
Yes, Pharaoh made Ra angry, yes he did
Turned Iteru into blood, fish guts poisoning the flood
Somehow Pharaoh made Ra angry, uh-hm

(second and third plagues)
Well, the river frogs that swarmed were bad enough
Yes, the frogs that swarmed up on us were enough
Until our bodies teemed with fleas from our heads down past our knees
But the river frogs that swarmed were bad enough

(fourth and fifth plagues)
Then our goats, and pigs were dyin’, uh-hm
Cattle, goats and pigs were dyin’, oh no
When wild wolves they took their lives, or the pestilential flies
And our livestock just kept dying, uh-hmm

(sixth and seventh plagues)
There was soot that gave us boils, uh-hmm
Yes, it gave us painful boils, yes it did
Then the lightning, hail and fire only took our suff'rin’ higher
When the coal-soot gave us boils, uh-hmm

(eighth and ninth plagues)
Well, the locusts all descended from the sky
Endless locusts kept descending from the sky
When the darkness fell for three days straight we shuddered at our curséd fate
As the locusts kept descending from the sky

(tenth plague)
Then I woke up and my firstborn son was gone, uh-hmm
Yes, I woke up and I found my son was gone, that’s right
Told us Moses was to blame, Pharaoh’s boy died just the same
When I woke and my firstborn son was gone

Six hundred chariots followed him on down
Six hundred o’ the best chariots followed him down
Oh, Six hundred chariots followed him down
And none came back when we all did drowned
And the officers of Kemet all went down

Well now, Moses took us to the water (uh hmm)
Moses took us to the water (uh hmm)
Well, when Moses took us to the water, it was
Like leading lambs to slaughter
Moses took us to the water, yes he did
Yes when Moses took us to the water, it was
Like leading lambs to slaughter
When Moses took us to the water, uh-hmm
'Cause when Moses took us to the water, it was
Like leading lambs to slaughter
When Moses took us to the water.…


Words and music by Christian Crumlish

Moses - rough mix 2 - work in progress

Rough mix of basic tracks, produced by David Gans, co-produced and engineered by Jeremy Goody at Megasonic Sound. 

Personnel:
David Gans - guitars
Dan Brodnitz - keyboards
John Hanes - drums
Jeremy Goody - bass
Christian Crumlish - vocals

Carnegie Hill
© 2020 At Swim-Two-Birds

Ice cream scoop burgers at the Jackson Hole
“We will rock you,” cigarettes and Skoal
Snuck out of school to Blacker & Kooby
Then we went to Burger King to buy a trey-bag doobie

Bricks in the planters made you fall on your ass
Yes I knew Robert Chambers (he was not in our class)
Huddled on a bench in the park after dinner
Up on Carnegie Hill to smoke the trey-bag pinner

Carnegie Hill, Carnegie Hill, Carnegie Hill, up on Carnegie Hill
Carnegie Hill, Carnegie Hill, up on Carnegie Hill

Walking home up Madison, daydreams in the air
Suddenly Ty Sullivan and Randy standing there
When you’re not feeling safe, duck into Blacker & Kooby
Or pack up your troubles in a dirt-weed doobie, on

Carnegie Hill, Carnegie Hill, Carnegie Hill, on Carnegie Hill
Carnegie Hill-o-o, Carnegie Hill-o-o, up on Carnegie Hill-o
Carnegie Hill, Carnegie Hill, nobody called it Carnegie Hill
Carnegie Hill, Carnegie Hill, but I still miss Carnegie Hill

Hurricanes from Pedro’s where they never carded
They didn’t care if you were a minor
“The head of our complaint department’s Helen Waite”
And “Tipping’s not a city in China”

Shoestring fries at the Jackson Hole
PLJ playing… Billy Joel
They moved that old store. It wasn’t the point
And I never felt a thing from that pre-rolled joint, on

Carnegie Hill, Carnegie Hill, Carnegie Hill, on Carnegie Hill
Carnegie Hill-o-o, Carnegie Hill-o-o, up on Carnegie Hill-o
Carnegie Hill, Carnegie Hill, nobody called it Carnegie Hill
Carnegie Hill, Carnegie Hill but I still miss Carnegie Hill
Carnegie Hill-heyey, Carnegie Hill-heyey, Carnegie Hill-heyey, Carnegie Hill hey
Nobody called it Carnegie Hill but I really miss Carnegie Hill

Words by Christian Crumlish. 
Music by Christian Crumlish and Michael Beavers.

Carnegie Hill - rough mix 3 - work in progress

Rough mix of basic tracks, produced by David Gans and Jeremy Goody, engineered by Jeremy Goody at Megasonic Sound.

Personnel:
David Gans - guitars
Robert Wade - bass
Javier Navarette - percussion
Christian Crumlish - electric ukulele and lead vocals.

All I Know
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If I were a magician
I’ll tell you what I’d do.
I’d conjure up your future
And show it all to you.

My magic’s all illusion:
Water bottle, plastic flower.
All the things that you will make
Will unfold in their own hour.

All I know is you should know
I’m out here looking out for you.
Everything you’ve ever wanted
Soon will come your way.

No one does it solo only.
Everyone gets sad and lonely.
Don’t forget that out here someone
Loves you every day.

If I were a time traveler
I know just when I’d go.
Back to the place I first met you.
I’d tell you all I know.

But when I built my time machine
It turned out to be fake
And left me with a craving
For your famous pirate cake.

If we could both be pirates
My eye patch would be cool
We’d go right through the book and challenge
Each and every rule

But I’m no jolly roger
Never sailed the seven seas
I never went to Narnia
Nor met the Pevensies

If I were a mixer,
You know that I would be
A stand mixer, fully charged
With electricity.

’Cause you deserve a mixer
That’s magical and fine,
Sent to you in a time machine
From 1959.

Words and music by Christian Crumlish.

All I Know (Finn's Song) -  rough mix 3 - work In progress

Rough mix of basic tracks, produced by David Gans, co-produced and engineered by Jeremy Goody at Goody Sound.

Personnel:
David Gans on guitars
Dan Brodnitz on keyboards
John Hanes on drums
Jeremy Goody on bass
Christian Crumlish on vocals and ukulele

Carnegie Hill
© 2020 At Swim-Two-Birds

Ice cream scoop burgers at the Jackson Hole
“We will rock you,” cigarettes and Skoal
Snuck out of school to Blacker & Kooby
Then we went to Burger King to buy a trey-bag doobie

Bricks in the planters made you fall on your ass
Yes I knew Robert Chambers (he was not in our class)
Huddled on a bench in the park after dinner
Up on Carnegie Hill to smoke the trey-bag pinner

Carnegie Hill, Carnegie Hill, Carnegie Hill, up on Carnegie Hill
Carnegie Hill, Carnegie Hill, up on Carnegie Hill

Walking home up Madison, daydreams in the air
Suddenly Ty Sullivan and Randy standing there
When you’re not feeling safe, duck into Blacker & Kooby
Or pack up your troubles in a dirt-weed doobie, on

Carnegie Hill, Carnegie Hill, Carnegie Hill, on Carnegie Hill
Carnegie Hill-o-o, Carnegie Hill-o-o, up on Carnegie Hill-o
Carnegie Hill, Carnegie Hill, nobody called it Carnegie Hill
Carnegie Hill, Carnegie Hill, but I still miss Carnegie Hill

Hurricanes from Pedro’s where they never carded
They didn’t care if you were a minor
“The head of our complaint department’s Helen Waite”
And “Tipping’s not a city in China”

Shoestring fries at the Jackson Hole
PLJ playing… Billy Joel
They moved that old store. It wasn’t the point
And I never felt a thing from that pre-rolled joint, on

Carnegie Hill, Carnegie Hill, Carnegie Hill, on Carnegie Hill
Carnegie Hill-o-o, Carnegie Hill-o-o, up on Carnegie Hill-o
Carnegie Hill, Carnegie Hill, nobody called it Carnegie Hill
Carnegie Hill, Carnegie Hill but I still miss Carnegie Hill
Carnegie Hill-heyey, Carnegie Hill-heyey, Carnegie Hill-heyey, Carnegie Hill hey
Nobody called it Carnegie Hill but I really miss Carnegie Hill

Words by Christian Crumlish
Music by Christian Crumlish and Michael Beavers

Carnegie Hill - rough mix 4 - work in progress

From a January 2005 broadcast on KPFA's Dead to the World. David Nelson, Peter Albin, Barry Melton, Dave Getz, Jeff Tamarkin, Sally Mann Romano, and Jesse Dryden tell stories about the legendary San Francisco drummer, who died a few weeks earlier. For copyright reasons, I had to take out most of the music because otherwise I couldn't post the rest.

Remembering Spencer Dryden 1/19/05

This track is from the album The Ones That Look the Weirdest Taste the Best and is available for purchase at https://perfectible.net

Save Us From the Saved

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LITERATE, IMPROVISATIONAL FOLK-ROCK, WITH LOOPING. 

A David Gans "solo electric" performance is likely to consist of several elements: country-blues-style fingerpicking; loop-based improvisations created live in the moment; sweetly-sung ballads, original or borrowed; Grateful Dead songs reinterpreted to suit his voice and guitar; wry observations of the music-festival subculture and the larger world; soulful and passionate political commentary; favorites from the folk-rock canon of the last 50 years. Mix and match - it's never the same show twice, but it's always worth a listen.

Remembering Spencer Dryden 1/19/05

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