Fall In Salem

About the dissolution of a band.. particularly my former bands! Keeping one together is difficult and futile!! I’ve been cancelled a few times.. not for inerrant behavior, but for my beliefs, ha! I continue on! 😎… kinda like The Knaack meets Kurt Cobain, imho! Could be wrong.. I’ve def been known to b wrong, ha!!!

The Way The Cookie Crumbles

Sunday Afternoon

LYRICS

I can tell by the way you hold me
There's somethings wrong
Why can't you tell me
It's been this way too long

And I gotta feeling, yeah I gotta feeling
There's a storm coming on.

I can tell by the way you kiss me
There's no warmth in your embrace
So why can't you tell me
Straight out to my face

And I gotta feeling, yeah I gotta feeling
There's a storm coming on.

Instrumental

And I gotta feeling, yeah I gotta feeling
There's a storm coming on.

Outro

There's a Storm Coming On

I was talking to Vinny Vaccarro today.. Apparently his boys are really into guitar now. They like to do riffs.. He says they dont much care about playing the whole song... just learning the riffs.. like the opening to Zepplin Black Dog and stuff like that..  I told him ... " you know, you can build a whole song around one really good riff.. or one spooky chord.. or one brilliant mistake ".

Thats how this song was born.. the opening chord is this funky twisted dissonant tripe chord with some spastic finger picking... it was as if I wasof I just discovered .. yeah..  And within this song lies the name of one of the bands I formed. " Ruddy Nickel ".. But the theme is a recurring one.. broke and pitiful.

And last but not least.. the title was spelled correctly ... BY ME.. for the first time ever.. that's because the recording engineer was a med student and had any number of $9 college words stashed in his formidable cranium. He used to really like my songs.. and then one day he said  " You know.. I figured out what it is you do "..  I only wish he would have let me in on it..

Lyrics: down there...

Down to my last Ruddy Nickel
Glad I don't smoke cigarettes
This mind could do with an empty space or two
this heavy head is throwing out my back

If times are hard
you better put that sign out in the yard
go all in with your poker grin 
and try again tomorrow
tides got to turn.. and good luck will shine on you

Those goodyear tires weren't the cheap ones
but they wont go a hundred grand
you cant just do, a Fred Astaire soft shoe
and move that line back in the sand

If times are hard
you better put that sign out in the yard
sell the shack and don’t look back 
try again tomorrow
tides got to turn.. and good luck will shine on you

congratulation and happy birthday
muzzle tuff and all of that good stuff
you know its always cause for celebration
when everyday your graduation

so get some sleep if you can manage
and dream about that moonlit bay
endless Hors D’oeuvres and drinks to calm your nerves
Sunday morning cocktails on the beach

If times are hard
you better put that sign out in the yard
dont be sad for what you had
try again tomorrow
tides got to turn.. and good luck will shine on you

Endless Hors D'oeuvres (Take 4)

LYRICS
I saw you from over a crowded room
And I know I'd hold you so very soon
Take it slow yeah take it slow
We got all night to fall in love

I walked to where she quietly stood
And all she said was I knew you would
But take it slow yeah take it slow
We got all night to fall in love

Instrumental

She said I've been hurt so many times before
Don't hurt me now I can't stand no more

I took her hand and I saw that smile
And I knew in a little while
Take it slow yeah take it slow
We got all night to fall in love

Outro

Just Take it Slow(we got all night)

Three minds meet in different time zones and seek to coalesce for under 3 minutes.  They ended up in the 90s to and found Some Kind of Bliss.

SOME KIND OF BLISS - Arpraxis - RogueFX - Mayah Camara

It takes a second to say goodbye… or say hello! My second @ GarageBand attempt, back from 2019! Quite a bit rusty on the guitars, but it fostered some insights and inspiration, to get back to recording, after 16 years of @ not!😎 there’s a piano and organ in there, somewhere, as well! Hope you dig a discursive jam 😇

Seconds

A raw and unflinching meditation on isolation and reckoning, At The Prow Of The Lifeboat is the first glimpse into flakebelly’s forthcoming album, The Boy In The Diving Bell. Stripped-down yet searing, the track drifts between hushed, palm-muted acoustic guitar and an aching string quartet, all anchored by flakebelly’s intimate, unvarnished vocal delivery.

A reflection on a lifetime of social missteps and unseen struggles, At The Prow Of The Lifeboat channels the weight of unfinished business into something both deeply personal and quietly vengeful. It’s a reckoning, a release, and a question left hanging in the air - what happens when you come calling for the ghosts of your past?

The album as a whole grows from the alt-folk roots of At The Prow Of The Lifeboat to more experimental, psych-folk territories, blending raw acoustic textures with surreal, otherworldly soundscapes. With its lo-fi aesthetic, first-take performances, and the imperfections of an ancient analog Akai tape machine, The Boy In The Diving Bell embraces its rawness, mistakes left in, and a uniquely unpolished atmosphere. For those drawn to the stark honesty of Elliott Smith or the simmering intensity of early Nick Cave, At The Prow Of The Lifeboat offers a haunting introduction to the diverse and immersive sonic world of The Boy In The Diving Bell.


At The Prow of The Lifeboat

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Well, on the day I read his obituary 
I won’t be sad and it won’t be scary
We’ll drink champagne and a glass of sherry
In our west coast sanctuary 

On the day his obit hits the press
I’ll put on the dog and the fancy dress
And dance because that date is blessed
Then think about him less and less 

Ding Dong… Ding Dong Gone
Ding Dong… Ding Dong Gone
Ding Dong… Ding Dong Gone
Ding Dong… Ding Dong Gone

And when he’s in the dirt I’ll be elated
And this cannot be overstated 
He’s fertilizing, unabated
But the worms won’t be associated 

They’ll plant him in the ground that day
Won’t hear his voice, won’t hear him say
The million lies he fountain-spewed 
Just joyous, quiet solitude 

and

Ding Dong… Ding Dong Gone
Ding Dong… Ding Dong Gone
Ding Dong… Ding Dong Gone
Ding Dong… Ding Dong Gone

And to those he swindled and those he stiffed
To all those women and all those kids

To those ashamed of what they did in their uniforms
or wedged in double wide recliners and uninformed

I hope you find your peace now
I hope we all find peace

But for right now

Ding Dong… Ding Dong Gone
Ding Dong… Ding Dong Gone
Ding Dong… Ding Dong Gone
Ding Dong… Ding Dong Gone

When they carve the year after that hyphen
And the sucking stops from his giant siphon
And they give his mug that last paint job
And sew him up from neck to knob

I’ll be respectful, yeah, I’ll be nice
You better carve his tomb outta toilet ice
You better build a rope line 10 miles long
As folks queue up to irrigate his lawn

And pin him in his final diaper
Blow full time on the swindling piper
And tie that red tie in a bow
And shut the lid on his reality show

Ding Dong… Ding Dong Gone
Ding Dong… Ding Dong Gone
Ding Dong… Ding Dong Gone
Ding Dong… Ding Dong Gone

Obituary (Ding Dong Gone)

Falling Sands

Oh Smile

VIDEO ANIMATIONS: 
Chimney: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=awBu3XskCFA
(Three Stars For) Anybody’s Heaven: https://vimeo.com/545768158
Like Clockwork: https://vimeo.com/472825527
The Constellations Freeform: https://vimeo.com/448738001
The Same River Twice: https://vimeo.com/461991945 
Dream Cycle: https://vimeo.com/301394027 
JetBelly is a project of bassist Scott Montgomery, based in Studio City, CA; It's #indie #powerpop #rock #folk and sometimes #psychedelic in various combinations, most of it written and recorded while traveling. Scott takes a guitar, recording interface and a Neumann TLM107 mic pretty much anywhere in the world, if they'll let it on the plane, so songs or pieces of songs have been recorded in odd corners of Nashville and Paris, Providence and Provence, Kauai and St Martin and dozens of other cities. Mostly in rentals and hotel rooms.

Obituary (Ding Dong Gone)

JetBelly

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