Wednesday Collection #57

released April 1, 2018

Recorded at:
Landing Pad Studios (Denver, CO)
Sound Construction Studios (Goshen, CT)

Dale Cooper (drums)
DD Danahy (synth, keys, lead guitar)
Stoney Catcherye (vocals,lyrics, guitar)
Phillip Jeffries (bass)

"Diane, Phillip Jeffries here, phoning in from an undisclosed location with that info for you. Let’s just say I’m somewhere off the TVC15, and leave it at that.

So when I first met D3, I had no idea he was even a musician. I was in Downtown Denver, shopping in a bookstore of all things. My current reality was in a touring rock band, and had been wandering cities on our tour to try and find a copy of a Simone de Beauvoir book, and for about six months and most of America I seemed to be having absolutely no luck. So I walked immediately to the desk of this particular store that day, which is where D3 was working. He had a stack of books on either side of him and was holding a phone with a shoulder and had glasses he seemed to be searching for pushed into his blonde spiky hair. From the back and the way he was dressed in his orange dress shirt, black dungarees and crooked checkerboard tie, I thought it was 1983 for a moment, and I had to check my phone to make sure I hadn’t, in fact, traveled back in time to 1983 or was maybe having one of those flashbacks Stoney warned me about.

Anyway, I went up to this Sting looking fellow and asked him if he had a copy of the Mandarins when he got off the phone. After a few moments of fast typing, he said “computer says I have one upstairs, I’ll take you there” and I told him I could go myself, but he informed me that he was going anyway, gesturing to the stacks of books on the desk. He did find my book, and we spoke briefly about how we each were musicians and had a gig that night.

After my show at an undisclosed venue that may or may not be named after a popular soft drink or perhaps a bank, I decided to cool my jets at a local bar with my book, as is my custom. Who should I see at the piano in the bar but D3, playing a variety of 80’s television theme songs as romantic piano pieces much to the dismay of the tiny audience. We struck up a conversation, went back to his apartment after his performance, and it turned out after about half a bottle of Colorado whiskey, that he played guitar also, as that was the night we first jammed the basic chords to this song. This was also the night I first got his email address. (He still refuses to carry a phone and that is why he now leaves his messages for you via singing telegram)

When the two of us finally presented our idea to Stoney years later in Keep the Fear, it was just after an intense period he spent alone in which he wrote a tremendous amount of lyrics that he now had a backlog of, and one that was PERFECT for these chords. We worked out the song in a matter of hours, and that’s when I broke out the ‘ol Colorado whiskey again, and Stoney and I got him to do that little guitar solo once he had a few shots in him.

Coop's been busy working his day job but has been keeping up by showing up with rehearsed drum parts. Coop's a workaholic. Tell him I have his recorder, but I keep forgetting the tapes at D3's place.

Hope you’re not lonely out there Diane, but I’m out. I think demons are chasing me, and I gotta go.
~PJ"

The Lost D3 Tapes

Diane, Phillip Jeffries here, phoning in from an undisclosed location with that info for you. Let’s just say I’m somewhere off the TVC15, and leave it at that.

So when I first met D3, I had no idea he was even a musician. I was in Downtown Denver, shopping in a bookstore of all things. My current reality was in a touring rock band, and had been wandering cities on our tour to try and find a copy of a Simone de Beauvoir book, and for about six months and most of America I seemed to be having absolutely no luck. So I walked immediately to the desk of this particular store that day, which is where D3 was working. He had a stack of books on either side of him and was holding a phone with a shoulder and had glasses he seemed to be searching for pushed into his blonde spiky hair. From the back and the way he was dressed in his orange dress shirt, black dungarees and crooked checkerboard tie, I thought it was 1983 for a moment, and I had to check my phone to make sure I hadn’t, in fact, traveled back in time to 1983 or was maybe having one of those flashbacks Stoney warned me about.

Anyway, I went up to this Sting looking fellow and asked him if he had a copy of the Mandarins when he got off the phone. After a few moments of fast typing, he said “computer says I have one upstairs, I’ll take you there” and I told him I could go myself, but he informed me that he was going anyway, gesturing to the stacks of books on the desk. He did find my book, and we spoke briefly about how we each were musicians and had a gig that night.

After my show at an undisclosed venue that may or may not be named after a popular soft drink or perhaps a bank, I decided to cool my jets at a local bar with my book, as is my custom. Who should I see at the piano in the bar but D3, playing a variety of 80’s television theme songs as romantic piano pieces much to the dismay of the tiny audience. We struck up a conversation, went back to his apartment after his performance, and it turned out after about half a bottle of Colorado whiskey, that he played guitar also, as that was the night we first jammed the basic chords to this song. This was also the night I first got his email address. (He still refuses to carry a phone and that is why he now leaves his messages for you via singing telegram)

When the two of us finally presented our idea to Stoney years later in Keep the Fear, it was just after an intense period he spent alone in which he wrote a tremendous amount of lyrics that he now had a backlog of, and one that was PERFECT for these chords. We worked out the song in a matter of hours, and that’s when I broke out the ‘ol Colorado whiskey again, and Stoney and I got him to do that little guitar solo once he had a few shots in him.

Coop's been busy working his day job but has been keeping up by showing up with rehearsed drum parts. Coop's a workaholic. Tell him I have his recorder, but I keep forgetting the tapes at D3's place. 

Hope you’re not lonely out there Diane, but I’m out. I think demons are chasing me, and I gotta go.
PJ







written by Keep The Fear:
Cooper (drums)
Darren D. Danahy (piano, strings, guitar solo)
Phillip Jeffries (bass)
Stone Catcherye (guitar, vocals, lyrics)

J'ai Une Âme Solitaire

welcome to my world
please enjoy your stay

well, I have a lonely soul
I'm sad
I have had enough

I have a lonely soul
I lost my hope years ago
I have a faulty skull
they broke in and they stole the show

I have a lonely soul
I lost my hope years ago

welcome to my world
please enjoy your stay

well I have a broken soul,
I'm dull

J'ai Une Âme Solitaire

“Hi Diane, Phillip Jeffries checking in. I have to say things got a little strange last night. The band took a little break from the studio to get a bite at a local diner here, and as usual, I brought a fresh batch of my “special” mushrooms which I always add to my meals to help with creativity. I often will put a couple on my hamburger just to spark ideas, so I have quite the tolerance… USUALLY. These were a little different. So strong, in fact, that I forgot I had taken some BEFORE we went to the diner, and put more on my plate soon as the meal arrived, then got lost in the diner and sat down in Coop’s seat somehow. 

What happened after that is kind of fuzzy, though I do remember Coop getting up on the counter talking about space dragons at some point, I think. And some of the most incredible drumming I’ve ever seen him do. 

Now we have this new song, and I have all these text messages from DDD and SXC saying how I should prepare Cooper’s meals from now on. 

I better sign off, Diane. I need to sleep for about three days straight. Good thing I'm not the singer in this band. 

PJ”

written by Keep The Fear:
Cooper (drums)
Darren D. Danahy (piano, monosynth, samples)
Phillip Jeffries (bass)
Stone Catcherye (guitar, vocals, lyrics)

Guaranteed To Cause Some Sleepless Nights

did you wanna believe me
did you wanna believe
did you wanna concede me
did you wanna concede

grab your pillow, scream, Oh No!
& cope

did you care that you broke me
did you care to believe
did you spare all the broke things
(are) you allowed to agree
did you wish on the wastings

did you wish on the wastings

scream, Oh No!

there's no medicine now
that could guarantee
there's no medicine out
that could get me 

to cope

did you dance just to rope me
did you wanna to repeat
dish hands and rope swings
fast on your feet
are  you intent on living
are you afraid of machines

are you inclined just to love this
do you wanna love me
I see divine, you see luckless
(it's) all the same to me

grab your pillow

did you wanna believe me
did you wanna believe
did you wanna concede me
did you wanna concede

did you wish on the wastings

grab your pillow, scream, Oh No!
& cope

grab your pillow, scream, Oh Hell No!

oh hell no, I won't let you get the best of me

Guaranteed To Cause Some Sleepless Nights

"Diane, a somewhat slightly charred Phillip Jeffries here.
The four of us have been holed up in a cabin studio of undisclosed location for a while, and Autumn is upon us. Let's just say that I'm a city boy and not used to using a fireplace for heat. And it's a good thing I'm currently keeping my hair short. 
Anyway, my little "accident" had Coop laughing pretty hard, then he started up this badass beat, and we all fell in line. It started with D3 and I, First I started jamming a fuzz bass line that he doubled with a mono synth - and next thing you know, Stoney has a whole song written.  He goaded D3 to do some backing vocals, and  He compromised by heavily effecting his voice. Stoney thinks he sounds like like the Devil. 
I'm off for some burn cream now, I will report back when we get more recorded. And I really should stop smoking. 
~PJ"

written by Keep The Fear:
Cooper (drums, fire retardant pajamas)
Darren D. Danahy (electric piano, lead guitar, monosynth, vocoder, fire)
Phillip Jeffries (bass, cigarette lighter)
Stone Catcherye (guitar, vocals, lyrics, longbottom leaf)

***FIRE IS THE DEVIL***

"crescendo, an endo, you're not like me my friend-o
a message to send, oh, I've written more than you know
it's special, to just know, I have somewhere to go though
a failure, like Pluto, I just want my flame to be known

descent for a mountain
descent for a sea

oh, the land I waste,
when I am on fire
oh, the lambs waste,
when I am on fire

pretend, oh, you're neutral, laugh because you know my kind-o
it's simple, it's crucial, I need more time than most do
I cancel, I'm frugal, I drink more beer than wine-os

descent for a mountain
descent for a sea
the scent of destruction 
is killing me

oh, the land I waste,
when I am on fire
oh, the lambs waste,
when I am on fire

descend low, go below, you have a friend who's helpful
I'm smoke-ful, then thoughtful, I'll have you over often
unsocial, I go through, more inside this thick old skull
I know though, I'm with you, you have a friend to help you

descent for a mountain
descent for the sea
decent for me

oh, the land I waste,
when I am on fire
oh, the lambs waste,
when I am on fire"

©2017 Keep the Fear

Fire Is The Devil (Hiding Like a Coward In The Smoke)

"Diane, 
I have become convinced in recent months that I am being chased by demons of some sort.

In order to help protect myself, I trained an individual to use all of my mannerisms and dominant personality traits whom now dresses as I do to "bait" the thing away from me so I can escape.

I thought it was a good idea that he and I spend a good deal of time together so that he could best imitate me, however he has begun to even LOOK like me, and now, I'm not sure if I am myself or if I am him, who's memories I even have, or who's really coming up with these bass lines.

I'm even starting to see pop stars and actors that look just like Phillip Jeffries clones. 
~PJ"

written by Keep The Fear:
Cooper (drums)
Darren D. Danahy (ebow, acoustic, lead guitar)
Phillip Jeffries (bass)
Stone Catcherye (guitar, vocals, lyrics)

***When You See Me Again (it won't be me)***

why don't they have a cure for this
I don't want to be here
faulty wiring to blame for it
I didn't wire it, dear

why don't they have a lure to catch
I'm not fishing for fear
I'd hope the rest of us know this
I hope they're finding cheer

when you see me again, it won't be me
looking to uninstall code that's faulty

why don't they have a pill for this
I don't want to be there
tried, tread, treason and track-mates
I don't want to be there

high hopes, they have a dream for this
tell them to step in my shoes
why don't they have a class for this
I would never skip school

when you see me again, it won't be me

©2017 Keep the Fear

When You See Me Again (It Won't Be Me)

"Diane, this is Stone Catcherye, I'm with Phillip, who has been in sole possession of this recorder for a while now, but at the moment, he's currently running around in my backyard digging holes with this super old and crusty looking shovel. He's been on a kick about shovels for a while now and at the time he was ranting to me about shovels, he said he didn't own one. So, the next time we rehearsed I had told D3 & Coop about it and we wrote this new tune, half mocking PJ. Two weeks later and he currently owns 4,237 different makes and sizes of shovels. He may have eaten too many of those mushroom sandwiches. I will leave the recorder with D3 when I leave and have him give it back to PJ who will be resuming his recording duties next week. Peace Out. StoneHEY."

written by Keep The Fear:
Cooper (drums)
Darren D. Danahy (keys, lead guitar, synths)
Phillip Jeffries (bass, outro solo)
Stone Catcherye (guitar, vocals, lyrics)


***Buy Yourself a Shovel***

help yourself and buy a shovel
did yourself right out of the pile

there are no words to buy or for sale
they are shooting so run for your life
shovel the rain on down
there are no words that I have right now

help yourself and buy a shovel

there are no words to buy or for sale
they are shooting the ground around
shovel the shit on down
there are no words that I have right now

if you don't dig your way out of the shit
if you don't climb up on out of this pit
hit me in the head with it

by yourself

Buy Yourself A Shovel

I feel blessed to be able to keep Alpha Roots’ vibe shining bright for the SoundCloud community to continue to enjoy. 

Alpha Roots sent me these reggae bass and rhythm guitar stem a long time ago, maybe even three years ago in 2016 (bad couch, bad couch)! I originally planned on having Evelyn (of the Reiki Run Rampant tracks on my page) sing over the rhythm but then I moved from Santa Cruz to Portland and she moved from the Pacific Northwest to Santa Cruz, bummer! So the stems sat in my hard drive until new inspiration arrived in the form of Johnny Minstrel, one of favorite song writers on SoundCloud, agreeing to write lyrics and sing over the track. Once Johnny added his deep felt lyrics and magical vocal chords to the mix, the rest of the song came together pretty quickly for me, lol! I often try to put together virtual bands for my tracks and I knew I had to have Jamie Rhind on the track since he worked with Alphio on multiple songs and a reunion was due. I always wanted to work with Jonathan Beckenstein, whose sensitive and thoughtful guitar work is always sublime. Darren and Russ came naturally.  My original drum production work was based on an old Sly Dunbar sample (I like to include the essence of some of my favorite artists in the tracks I work on) but the quality of the drums just wasn’t up to Russ’ standards, hahaha, so we brought Bitzone on board to lay down some drums and voila, roots reggae magic!

Big thanks to the band for coming together on this in fine fashion! Big ups to the SoundCloud community and the spirit of collaboration. Keep on digging! 

And massive thanks to Wou-Wou to bringing his visual arts talent to the project! My goal is to eventually put together a reggae album (possibly a double album which will also include some reggae collaborations between Alpha Roots and friends including Jamie Rhind and Russ Sinfield) with all profits going to the Cancer Research Institute. Be on the look out for a possible dub version of Red Earth Clay as well!!!

Johnny Minstrel: Lyrics and Vocals
https://soundcloud.com/johnny-minstrel
Alpha Roots: Bass and Rhythm Guitar
https://soundcloud.com/alpha-roots
Jamie Rhind: Steel Drum
https://soundcloud.com/jamie-rhind
Jonathan Beckenstein: Lead Guitar
https://soundcloud.com/jonathan_beckenstein
D. D. Danahy: Keyboard
https://soundcloud.com/darren-d-danahy
Bitzone: Drums and Additional Background Vocals
https://soundcloud.com/bitzone
Couch King: Background Vocals and Arrangement
Russell Sinfield: Mixing, Mastering, and Knobs
https://soundcloud.com/russell-sinfield
Wou-Wou & the Wormling: Art
https://soundcloud.com/wouwouandthewormling

Lyrics: 
Hold you tongue don’t wag that finger
Just shine a light on me my friend
Too much fuss will only hinder
All the good things the spirit sends
We were made of dust and fire
Born beneath a brooding sky
On the stairs of Babel we climb higher 
To sights not seen by human eye

And now I dig, dig deep into the 
Red Earth Clay
Dig, dig deep
And I toil for no pay
I dig, dig deep into the
Red Earth Clay
Down to the root I’ll find my way

Some have called democracy into question
Saying we like sheep have gone astray
That it’s been the rich man’s intention
To steel by night and rule by day
I washed your feet with my tears
I wiped them dry with my hair
Can a hungry mouth still offer prayers
Or are they whispers of despair 

And now I dig, dig deep into the 
Red Earth Clay
Dig, dig deep
And I toil for no pay
I dig, dig deep into the
Red Earth Clay
Down to the root I’ll find my way
I dig, dig deep into the
Red Earth Clay
Dig, dig deep
And I toil for no pay
I dig, dig deep into the
Red Earth Clay
Down to the root I’ll find my way

Alpha Roots, J. Minstrel, J.Rhind, J.Beckenstein, D.Danahy, Bitzone, CK, R.Sinfield - Red Earth Clay


With many thanks to Rian Trench for the drums! 

Lyrics:

This is not your native darkness
I invite you in 
I regret that I encroach upon
your light so long-reaching
What creature am I?
I have been asking
I am no night creature 
but the night does want me

Oooooooooooh

Will you hide from your wolves?
Will you hide, will you hide?
Will you hide from your wolves?
Will you hide, will you hide?
Your unworthinesses, your pets,
your tagalongs,
when you tell them you're done with them
they lie down for a while,
like good dogs.

You're lying down as I write this part
your face breaks my heart 
It's like that thing they say 
I feel we rise from the same clay 
How is it my sky caves in
and through cracks in my darkness
I see you still standing 
in the realm of the sun? 
A smile within your eyes,
counting true things like money;
sorcery is so simple.
I only see that now

Will you hide from your wolves?
Will you hide? Will you hide?
Will you hide from your wolves? 
Will you hide? Will you hide?
Your unworthinesses, 
your pets, your tagalongs,
When you tell them you're done with them
they lie down for a while,
like good dogs.

Allow me to take you for granted 
and I'll be a given
They have seen fit to bestow gifts,
let us not question it.
I look to you when I'm 
not feeling worthy 
and you and only you 
untie all my points of pain.
I am unlearning terror -
Empty promiser,
Inflammation of the soul -
Let's have a new fire

Will you hide from your wolves?
Will you hide? Will you hide?

No Night Creature [Your Wolves]

Two years ago today, on Rudi's birthday, we released "Dream of Hebrides", our first collab. We decided to release another version, we had created, at a later date, but where does the time go, Rudi said this morning.... as it is 2 years later, on this anniversary, that we now give you that version.
A big happy birthday Rudi, and thankyou for letting me share your beautiful music, always magic to work with you <3 
Keep safe and well everyone!

Rudi  - Music, Lyrics, Arrangement and Mixing
Lizzie - Vocals and guitar
Cover picture - Lizzie Pentland " The Starry Selkie"
Lyrics
We are all just grains of sand
But together we form the shore
And we are all just tiny sparks
But we fill the sky with stars

And we are all just breath
But it forms the wind that cradles the grass
And we are all just tiny streams
But together we fill the Sea

An we are all just a moment in time
Just a moment in time
But together Eternity
But together Eternity
But together Eternity

Dream Of Hebrides - Anniversary    (Rudi & Lizzie)

Oh Janelle, thanks for your fantastic lyrics and vocals! :)

Lyrics, Vocals: @the-real-janelle from @juniperoband
Music, Mix & Mastering, Guitars (Tele & I don't know), Bass (P), Drums (AD2) and Mello Keys: @bonetender

========== Lyrics ==========

The golden curtains
Are burning down
This great palace I built
Is falling to the ground
And I pay no mind, no
While everybody’s losing theirs
And I cut the ties
No longer while I look behind

Go forward, what are the odds
Of not finding nothing
Keep forward, pushing strong
Their words mean nothing

Their words mean nothing (8x)

You would always say
That you never had enough
When you had it all

Having everything was never
Quite enough
What do you want?

A restless need won’t let you sleep my friend
What do you want?

Having everything is a bless and a course
What do you want?

Sometimes things don’t matter at all
At all times you should be who you are
Life as we are, we are, we are, we are
To live life as we are, we are, we are

©Janelle & Bonetender 2020 All Rights Reserved

You can be king

You Can Be King (ft. Janelle)

This is our late night, voice memo contribution to the global pile of indie-pop quarin-tunes.

"Marigolds" by Russ Stone and Annie Nirschel: they met at a murder mystery seahorse jamboree in 2004 and have been quarantining together ever since. They are not friends.

Marigolds (low-fi)

"Diane, second song we completed in lockdown. Stoney's funny to watch when he's trying to decipher melodies over a cell phone through a video screen.

On this tune we were able to record D3 through the cell phone, but we had to wire it to an old telephone jack Stoney had from 1984. 

I think you could feel our pent up 'pent up' anger in this one.

I think the title from this came from Stoney being drunk one night at the pub before the lockdown saying to a drunk asshole that if he saw him on the street he would throw a car at him. Of course at the time, I was tripping on mushrooms and I had a completely different idea of what he was talking about. D3 would know EXACTLY what I'm talking about. Diane, it's refreshing to hear D3's energy again! 

Diane, I can't even lift a car right now. I'm leaving Paris and going to an undisclosed cabin location. Coop was right about the French woman. She can't make doughnuts.

-PJ."


from The Lost D3 Tapes
written by Keep The Fear:
Cooper (drums)
Darren D. Danahy (lead synth guitar)
Phillip Jeffries (bass, synths)
Stone Catcherye (guitar, vocals, lyrics)


*** I Could Throw A Car ***

I could just feel the cold steel
in my mitts
I could let go and crush your whole world
with one pitch

won't you answer me
with hypocrisy
won't you challenge me
rush to cure my needs

don't extinguish flames
just evade the scene
we all run the same
we all use our feet

I could just feel the cold steel
in my mitts
I could let go and crush your whole world
with one pitch
I could back out and calm the fuck down
flip the switch

won't you stare me down
as you wear that crown
won't you ruin me
because we don't agree

don't extinguish flames
just engulf the heat
we all burn the same
we all hurt SO deep

I could just feel the cold steel
in my mitts
I could let go and crush your whole world
with one pitch

won't you answer me
with hypocrisy
won't you challenge me
rush to cure my needs

don't extinguish flames
just evade the scene
we all run the same
we all use our feet

I Could Throw A Car

"All things considered, being shot is not as bad as I thought it might be, as long as you can keep the fear from your mind. But I guess you could say that about most anything in life. Its not so bad as long as you can keep the fear from your mind."

Stone ~ Vocals, Guitars, Decisions.
DDD ~ Lead Guitars, Keyboards, Distractions.
Coop ~ Drums, Coffees, Denotions.
Phillip ~ Bass Guitars, Cameos, Disappearances.