Recorded in Modesto, Ca.   Featuring Gibson 335 Electric Guitar solo. Alto Saxophone solo. Flute solo. Roland Bass Synthesizer. Fender Rhodes Electric Piano. Gibson L5 Electric Guitar Rhythm. Vibraphone Rhythm. Drums Full kit. Percussion Rainstick, Shimmer  Mark Tree, Ago go Bells. Zildjian 22" Ride & Crash Cymbal.

Cannery Row

Royal Flush

Insidious

Despacio
(John Stone)

Spanish Language consultants: Duolingo and Google Translate
With apologies to Spanish speakers everywhere.

She was a dancer
In old town Barcelona 
I asked her if she’d show me 
How I could  learn to dance 
She said no problem, Guapo
But One thing you must remember
First take it slow slow slowly
Y luego rapido
Despacio y  luego rapido 
Despacio y luego rapido

Era Una bailarina
En vieja Barcelona
Puedes me mostraba
Me aprender a bailar 
no hay problema, Guapo
Pero debes recordar lo
Despacio y luego rapido 

Dijó me despacio ..

So I took to the dance floor
Put my best foot forward
Starting out quite slowly
Just like the lady said
As I watched her closely
The rhythm kinda caught me
But I was paying  more attention
To how she looked than what she said

I wondered how to win her
And don’t want to seem a fool
I’m only a beginner
And it best to play it cool
Don’t rush in like fools do
Where Angels fear to tred
Gently, gently does it
Try a slower pace instead

Despacio...

Now we live together 
And despite some stormy weather
We can always turn to dancing 
To keep things burning hot
As I hold her closely
I remember what she told me
Starting gently, starting slowly
Then give everything I’ve got

Despacio...

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Despacio

Link to video where I tell the story behind the song : https://youtu.be/cilXaNM0IoI?si=IbBwc2wlxYTwoADH 


In Catholic school, whenever I misbehaved, the nuns used to pull my hair.
If I could go back in time and do it all again, I’d gab some clippers and shave my head bare.
I did eight years of hard time in Catholic school
I was never the kid who was considered cool
Eight straight years of Catholic School and somehow, I survived
Eight straight years of Catholic School.  Thank God I’m still alive  
My first-grade teacher was a nun, who if you’re penmanship was sloppy
She’d make you take all your books and stand there holding them in the back of the room.
She was like a witch except instead of a pointy hat she wore a habit
She carried a crucifix instead of broom.
I did eight years of hard time in Catholic School
I was never the kid who was considered cool
The cafeteria food tasted horrible, but I had to eat it
I had to wash it down with milk that was warm and sour
I’d try to fold my plate in half and throw it away, but the nuns would catch me and make me eat it
It’s like they had this secret food wasting detection superpower
Every year your birthday, it was customary for the kids in the recess yard,
To grab you and kick you and punch you for every year of your age.
I still have flashbacks of a girl with pointy hard black shoes kicking me really hard in my rib cage.
My fifth-grade teacher Sister Margaret she’d been teaching for way too long
It was time for her to retire but they let her teach another year and that was wrong
She had long grey whiskers growing out of her chin
She’d sit at her desk and trim them with of scissors and you sure as hell better not grin
She’d tell cautionary tales about innocent kids who got into cars strangers
She seemed to enjoy describing all the bloody graphic details of the danger.
I did eight years of hard time in Catholic school
I was never the kid who was considered cool
Eight straight years of Catholic School and somehow, I survived
Eight straight years of Catholic School.  Thank God I’m still alive

Catholic School

Note: another shitty live spontaneous phone recording. 

Goodbye, my baby.
Farewell to pain.
Or will we make up,
do this again?
It feels so real, though,
we always pretend
it's not the real deal, so,
perhaps we should end.


goodbye, my baby

Vocals and lyrics by Special Cecilia
https://soundcloud.com/specialceciliacappellas

Music, production and art by Cosmic Keanu (not AI)

“And a step backward, after making a wrong turn, is a step in the right direction.”
― Kurt Vonnegut, Player Piano

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