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

Music composed, and played by me some year ago. 
I wrote this music thinking life always end but I like to believe that souls of lovers continue together their eternal  travel. Thanks for listening.

Antopie

Dreamers

GOING UP THE COUNTRY  cover Canned Heat

Transfiguration.

Summer Pot

The lyric here is a slightly tongue-in-cheek reflection on a variety of possible issues. I was going to rewrite it to something a bit less depressing, but figured that the music suited it.

Artwork by Atlas Cedar using photographs obtained from Unsplash.com
Used under Creative Commons license

Music and lyrics by Atlas Cedar

Requiem

"Margaret Brodie, in Auldearn, held me up to the Devil to be baptized by him, and he marked me in the shoulder, and sucked out my blood at that mark, and spouted it in his hand, and, sprinkling it on my head, said, " I baptize thee, Janet, in my own name !"
~ The Confession of Isobel Gowdie (Janet) 1662

Janet Breadhead

Throw It Away (Embodiment EP 2020)

Drums and Bass by https://soundcloud.com/matt-warnick-58962582

That Will Be The Last Time (Conover)

Warpin' Places

Part 4 of 266
Installments released every Saturday.

I use a complete hybrid of organic & electronic sounds in this project. Nothing is out of the question and no limits are set on how things may evolve one way or another.

Part 1: https://soundcloud.com/belial-pelegrim/taffeta-part1
Part 2: https://soundcloud.com/belial-pelegrim/taffeta-part2
Part 3: https://soundcloud.com/belial-pelegrim/taffeta-part-3

The TAFFETA Playlist: https://soundcloud.com/belial-pelegrim/sets/taffeta-a-266-part-musical

TAFFETA | Part 4

"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.