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AMBROSIA COAST

Driving down the coast road
Looking for Ingrid’s hat
It doesn’t matter if we find the beach or not 
With it raining like that

Checking the important ones
Went out before midnight
I’d like to think we could be either in or out
To hit the waves like that

Oh can we do it?
Oh can we do it tonight?
Oh can we do it?
Can we do it tonight?

They came in in inflatables
But they weren’t looking for Ingrid’s hat
We spent some money dressing up the corpse
No-one had learned a move like that

Checking the important ones
Went out before midnight
I’d like to think we could be either in or out
To hit the waves like that

Oh can we do it?
Can we do it tonight?
Oh can we do it?
Can we do it tonight?

But we don’t wanna see where the birdie goes

Give me emotion (bow-wow-wow)
Lend me the potion (bow-wow-wow)
Rub me in lotion (bow-wow-wow)
Give me the motion (bow-wow-wow)
We need ambrosia
Because it’s cosier
Feed the gods with that bowl 
Feed the gods with that bowl, there...

Driving down the coast road 
Looking for Ingrid’s hat
It doesn’t matter if we find the beach or not 
With it raining like that

Checking the important ones
Went out before midnight
I’d like to think we could be either in or out
To hit the waves like that

Oh can we do it?
But can we do it tonight? (bow-wow-wow)
Oh can we do it?
Can we do it tonight? 
Bow-wow-wow

© Phil McWalter Sept 2019

The Drums @rick-4-1
The Other Stuff @phil-mcwalter

Ingrid's Hat

Ambrosia Coast

The Valuable Friends:
The Forever Amazing @janinelevinson - Backing Vocals
The Many Nailed @rick-4-1 - Drums
The Thunder & Rain @phil-mcwalter - The Other Stuff


THE FOREVER BLUES II

Well there’s thunder in my head and it never stops
There’s rain from my eyes watering crops
When I said ‘Forever’
When I said ‘Forever’ I said it again
So many times
So many many many times
Yeah

Forever is only for when you're dead

The Forever Blues II

Valuable Friends:-

@janinelevinson Other World Vocals
@rick-4-1 Ghost Stroke Drums
@phil-mcwalter The Other Stuff

Missing your old hound…



Calling Card

So want to see your calling card 
Your calling card for me
So want to see your calling card
Your calling card to me
Your calling card to me

I gotta see your calling card 
I know you’re saving one for me 
Funny names 
Playing games 
Singing Lovely Rita 
Muddy paws 
Starting wars
Living the dolce vita

I gotta see your calling card
Your calling card for me

You buried me under the old oak tree
In the corner of the cemetery
I got to go where the wind takes me
But someday I'll call by...

Calling card
Calling card

© July 2021 Phil McWalter
Image: No-one I know.

Calling Card

BUTTER KNIFE HEAVEN (BOP BOP)

@Rick-4-1: Well, he played drums on this, if you can call it just that. It's something much bigger really, it's like the hairs on the back of your neck on new batteries for the first time in your life.
@phil-mcwalter: Well, just the other stuff.

Enjoy heaven.

PLAY IT LOUDER

Heaven

I think I had forgotten 
How to fall in love
I got it right first time 
When I was young and pure like heaven
But it’s never been as good
In fact it’s been as rough as wood
And it’s splintered me

I sort of forgot
How it's supposed to be hot
And when it had gone cold
And I looked at what I'd got
It was not a lot

I’ve wasted some time 
Heaven
Well most of our lives 
Heaven
It feels like a crime
Sharp as a butter knife
I’ve been spread too thin
By kith and kin

Original sin
But not so original
I should have told the Pope
That there was no hope
And what would you know 
He’d agreed with me
It’s not a great story
Not bloody or gory
You just get one shot
And I must have given mine to someone else
It should have ended my game
But I’ve passed it on
It’s a little bit lame 
Just the same
Like everything else 
Bop Bop
I’m now at a full stop
Bop Bop
It’s just a pensioner’s bus-hop away 
(Anyway)

I think I had forgotten 
How to fall in love
I think I have forgotten (How to say goodbye)
How to end it all

It’s just been a waste
Heaven
A copy and paste 
Heaven 
I haven’t been traced
Lost or misplaced
I feel debased 
And disgraced
It leaves a bitter 
Aftertaste
But I aint crying
I’ve just been sprayed with Mace…

Bop Bop

Heaven…

© Aug 2019 Phil McWalter

Butter Knife Heaven

Butter Knife Heaven (Bop Bop)

MAKE IT MEAN

And the bricks are all wet
The sand is damp and 
We smell of work
Our dirty hands 
Have built a castle
Hid our dream 
But they hang on every word
Yet we are no-one

The sky is full of clouds
The wind is radio hot and
You and I can run
To the river
Your skin is fingerprint free
Dreams are momentary
They will see us walk 
Past the tower

She always thought she’d break
She always said she’d shake
The walls on the outside 
The bars on the inside
She always thought she’d break

And we don’t count
But we are counted
Our steps are followed
Our hearts recorded
We’ll shine on the inside
Look dull in the eye
Slow on the stare
Quick on the glance

Their fingers stroke devices
Reality’s in crisis
They will see us talk
In the shadows

She always thought she’d break
She always said she’d shake
The walls on the outside 
The bars on the inside
She always thought she’d break

The sky is full of clouds
The wind is radio hot and
You and I can run
To the river
But you could make it mean
More than a movie scene
They will see us look
Right through them 
And we can make it seem
More than a dying scream
They will see us kiss
Forever

© Phil McWalter Feb 2020

The heroic Rick Medlock @rick-4-1 on the fabulous Drums & Percussion
The otherwise understated @phil-mcwalter on The Other Stuff

Make It Mean

Make It Mean (The Wind Is Radio Hot Mix)

Mr Medlock on The Kit @rick-4-1
Mr McWalter on The Other Stuff @phil-mcwalter

There are passing references to Gustav Holst's 'Mars' (The Bringer of War), the morse code for SOS, and the starfish from 'Here Comes The Flood'... all other references are your own responsibility ;-)

CAN'T CHANGE IT (S.O.S.)

I don’t want to wait
I don’t want to see what’s left
When everything we think we can’t change
Changes
(The pyramids still look on
Do we blow away with the sand)

And we can't change it
But we can't change it
But we can't change

(When all that ever was
Isn’t anymore
Everybody’s buying gold
Save Our Souls
SOS)

A thousand churches in your heart 
Save us
The breeze in your hair
Save us
A cry in the dark
Save us
The darkness in my heart
Save us
The goodness in your smile 
Bless us

The radio air
The starfish bare

(The thunder of last words
Fills the page
The cries of everyone 
Crying for everyone else
Makes it rain
Makes it pour
Here it comes
SOS
SOS)

Is that all there is left (And all there ever was?)
We did everything that was bad 
We did some things that were good
Changes
But we can't change it
And we can't change it
But we can't change
God bless us
God, God, God...

© April 2020 Phil McWalter

Change (S.O.S.)

Spotify

Can't Change It (S.O.S.)

Huge thanks to these Valuable Friends:

Mrs J Levinson - Chorus Backing Vocals Choirmaster @janinelevinson
Mr R Medlock - Drums & Master of Rhythm Design @rick-4-1
Mr J Beckenstein - Guitar Solo Past Master @jonathan_beckenstein
Mr P McWalter - The Other Stuff @phil-mcwalter

The home-made shaker: Thanks to Meena Pathak for the glass jar and lentils.

KEEP SAFE

So you point out the sky
The beauty
The money
The jobs
Your dreams may have gone
But you show them the pictures
Painted
In the clouds
It’s hard to tell them
How much you love them
So you just ask them 
To keep safe

We did our best
You build a home
Now they’ll have to do the rest
We did our best
You build a hope
Now they’ll have to do the rest

And loving them
Is loving yourself
Harder than expected
And hard to show
But sort of expected
And not easy
You want them to outrun you 
But you don’t want them to run too fast

We did our best
You build a home
Now they’ll have to do the rest
We did our best
You build a hope
Now they’ll have to do the rest

Don’t miss the last bus
Don’t walk home alone
Saturdays we’d watch the football
We never really watched the football
I’m just imagining we had a better time
Than we did
I’m walking home alone now…

We did our best
You build a home
Now they’ll have to do the rest
We did our best
You build a hope
Now they’ll have to do the rest

But they don’t see it at the time
You build a home
You build a hope
But something’s always going wrong
Going wrong
They don’t see it at the time
They don’t see it at the time


© April 2020 Phil McWalter

Keep Safe

I couldn't resist having a tilt at this 1980 classic from The Korgis. 
@rick-4-1 on The Inspirational Drums
@phil-mcwalter on The Other Stuff


Everybody's Gotta Learn Sometime - The Korgis


Change your heart
Look around you
Change your heart
It will astound you
I need your lovin'
Like the sunshine

And everybody's gotta learn sometime
Everybody's gotta learn sometime
Everybody's gotta learn sometime

Yea ea eah  

Songwriting credit: James Edward Warren

Everybody's Gotta Learn Sometime

This shiny thing is what happens when you give a dull piano and vocal track to the very talented Phil McWalter.  I am a lucky person indeed!  

Everything But You Turns to Vapor
℗ Janine Levinson May 2020
with Phil McWalter @phil-mcwalter


first there's a dot      
and then there's a line 
that turns in to a piece of paper

next there's a box      
and then there's a moment
and what we know turns to vapor
it turns to  vapor

first there's a smile
and conversation
and every moment you savor

next there's a kiss
and then there's a baby
          
and what you know turns to vapor
it turns to vapor

nature turned a kiss to time
and 3D turned itself to four
time's got transformation power
and time couldn't make me love you more

yeah, there was a dot
then there was a line
and it turned into a little wager

a neat little box
a soldier of time 
and what we knew turned to vapor  
we turned to vapor

Everything  But You Turns To Vapor  (with Phil McWalter)

@janinelevinson: Provided the seed lyrics and we built from there. Falcon Vocals
@rick-4-1: Dangerous Rhythm Thistles
@burn-it-smith: Grinning Soul Piano
@phil-mcwalter: Swirling Ceiling Other Stuff

Aren't they all brilliant! 

I wrote it in 6/8 to fit in with the spiralling gyre theme. It's like 3/4 (waltz time)but with less strong beats for your money and I just like Pop Goes The Weasel. Oh, and Joni Mitchell's six jet plane trails/guitar strings in 'Amelia' too!


The Reception is here: https://soundcloud.com/phil-mcwalter/the-uncomfortably-dangerous-wedding-party

AND SO

Returning and turning in the widening gyre 
The falconer holds out a golden ring from the tower 
Captive and burning and full of desire 
The falcon pulls feathers from her wings to count the hours

And so

Ad infinitum 
Is the crow 
Compelled to steal

And so

Ad infinitum 
Are we drawn 
Into the wheel
Into the wheel

Turning and burning in the heat, of hearth and fire 
The feathers, the letters, the fingers form a winged spire
There’s flapping and scurrying aloft up in the rafters 
Where the bats are left to read and the finger moves on higher

And so 

Ad infinitum 
We forget 
Why we were singing

And so

Ad infinitum 
The choir cannot lift the ceiling
The spinning wedding ceiling
Stealing

And so 

We go
Around and around  and do it over again! 
Ad infinitum
Around and around  and do it over again! 
Ad infinitum

Returning and turning in the widening gyre 
Unseen by the hawk was Icarus flying higher
Why do we love when we know it’s trespassing
A puppet heart managed by the clock – foolish arms flailing

And so

Ad infinitum 
We watch for 
Six jet planes’ trails

And so  

We prepare  our soup of thistles
And we settle down to feather 
And we wonder about the weather
Listen for the 
Falcons' bells together and
Cover our eyes with leather
Oh Icarus dear boy
Waxed and waned
Ooh Amelia dear heart
Tarred and feathered...

Levinson & McWalter- June 2020

And So

AND SO

@rick-4-1 - The Excellent Drums & Kalimba
@phil-mcwalter - The Other Stuff

JUST LONELY

Oh Gino
You think too fast
Oh Gino
You seem too blue
Oh Gino
You hear?

No-one is alone
Just lonely

Oh Gino
You think too fast
Oh Gino
You seem too blue
Oh Gino

Just lonely

I feel like the world is getting 
Older faster 
Than me

Just lonely
No-one is alone
Just lonely

C'mon Gino, fire it up

Oh Gino
You think too fast
Oh Gino
You seem too blue
Oh Gino
You're here!

Phil McWalter

Just Lonely

Featuring my Valuable Friends who kindly gave their hearts and remarkable skills to this project: Thank you!

@janinelevinson - The Mistral Vocals
@burn-it-smith - The Scirocco Piano and Aeolian Double Bass
@rick-4-1 - The Beaufort Scale Drums 
@phil-mcwalter - The Other Wuthering Stuff

Janine has recorded a wonderful stripped-down version too:
 www.soundcloud.com/janinelevinson/mr-Ps-bag-of-sunshine-mcwalter-cover-with-phil-mcwalter

Vodka and Caviar

I once flew across America
Just holding a balloon
Discovered a buried treasure chest
Full of gold doubloon 
I walked into a hurricane
And found myself back home
On a wild white stallion
Galloping through foam

It’s not the truth
But sometimes you can’t complain
It’s just the wind
Through a window on a distant train
It’s not the truth
But sometimes it aint too far
Just the echoes of days
Of vodka and caviar

I sold my soul to a friendly gecko
Who left it on the bar
I ate a bag of sunshine
That exploded in my car
I flew with the Egyptian gods
And travelled to the stars
And I dressed up like a carnival king
With glitter in glass jars

It’s not the truth
But sometimes you can’t complain
It’s just the wind
Through a window on a distant train
It’s not the truth
But sometimes it aint too far
Just the echoes of days
On vodka and caviar

Some days
Are better than others
Some nights I
Don’t bother…

It’s not the truth
Sometimes you can’t complain
It’s just the wind
Through a window on a distant train

The walled-up dust on a jester’s laugh
For a cask of sherry wine
The smell of sugar cane in the heat
And a woman’s gaze divine
Float around my spinning head
A trail of petalled steps I said
Take me from the tower and sing
My songs around my bed
(Is he dead?)

It’s not the truth
But sometimes you can’t complain
It’s just the wind
Through a window on a distant train
It’s not the truth
But sometimes it aint too far
Just the echoes of days
On vodka and caviar
Vodka and caviar
On vodka and caviar

June 2020 Phil McWalter

Vodka and Caviar

Vodka And Caviar

@rick-4-1 The Perfect Drums
@janinelevinson The Dreamy Vocal Choir
@phil-mcwalter The Other Stuff

I was blown away by the beautiful contributions of these two Valuable Friends; Janine and Rick. How do they do it? Don't ask me...

Drift to this...



DON'T ASK ME

Don't ask me
'Cos I don't know
Said don't ask me
'Cos I don't know

On my Roberts radio
On my Roberts radio

It never gets better alone
Oh no
It never gets better alone

Don't ask me
'Cos I don't know
Why ask me
'Cos I don't know

Come in.. Come in... Come in...

Don't ask me
'Cos I don't know
Said don't ask me
'Cos I don't know

On my Roberts radio
On my Roberts radio

It never gets better alone
Oh no
It never gets better alone
Never gets better

Don't ask me...
'Cos I don't know
Why ask me
'Cos I don't know

Don't ask me baby
I don't know I don't know I don't know

©Phil McWalter July 2020

Don't Ask Me Baby

Don't Ask Me

@janinelevinson: Inspirational additional lyrics and wonderful vocals
@rick-4-1: Real drums
@burn-it-smith: Real piano
@phil-mcwalter: Other stuff

(New Version of https://soundcloud.com/phil-mcwalter/and-so)

SOUP OF THISTLES 

Returning and turning in the widening gyre 
The falconer holds out a golden ring from the tower 
Captive and burning and full of desire 
The falcon pulls feathers from her wings to count the hours

And so
Ad infinitum 
Is the crow 
Compelled to steal
And so
Ad infinitum 
Are we drawn 
Into the wheel
Into the wheel

Turning and burning in the heat, of hearth and fire 
The feathers, the letters, the fingers form a winged spire
There’s flapping and scurrying aloft up in the rafters 
Where the bats are left to read and the finger moves on higher

And so
Ad infinitum 
We forget 
Why we were singing
And so
Ad infinitum 
The choir cannot lift the ceiling
The spinning wedding ceiling
Stealing
And so
We go

Around and around  and do it over again! 
Ad infinitum
Around and around  and do it over again! 
Ad infinitum

Returning and turning in the widening gyre 
Unseen by the hawk was Icarus flying higher
Why do we love when we know it’s trespassing
A puppet heart managed by the clock – foolish arms flailing

And so
Ad infinitum 
We watch for 
Six jet planes’ trails
And so
We prepare  our soup of thistles
And we settle down to feather 
And we wonder about the weather
Listen for the 
Falcons' bells together and
Cover our eyes with leather
Oh Icarus dear boy
Waxed and waned
Ah Amelia dear heart
Tarred and feathered...

Levinson & McWalter- June 2020

Soup Of Thistles

!!!PLAY IT LOUDER!!!

@janinelevinson on Soaring Vocals
@rick-4-1 on Pineapple Stealing Drums
@phil-mcwalter on The Other Stuff

SPREAD YOUR WINGS

I’ll give you a minute
Then maybe an hour
But I don’t like the look of you
Or your ivory tower
Are you a candidate?
You don’t smell of the street
The pavement don’t suit you
Trips up your feet

Spread your wings
If you don’t like the darkness
Spread your wings
And you’re afraid of the lights
You’re not safe in your nest
Take the plunge
It won’t hurt for long
Spread your wings

There’s rain in the forecast
There’s time in your eyes
Flags in the furlough
Waived by the wise
The church door was open
Granite and still
The boys went in
And the pigeon came out

I'll give you a minute
It won't hurt for long, oh no
I'll give you a minute

Spread your wings
If you don’t like the darkness
Spread your wings
And you’re afraid of the lights
You’re not safe in your nest
Take the plunge
It won’t hurt for long
Spread your wings

I’ll give you a minute
I’ll give you a minute
I’ll give you a minute
The pavement don’t suit you
The pavement don’t suit you
The pavement don’t suit you

© Phil McWalter Sept 2020

Spread Your Wings

@rick-4-1 on the well oiled drums
@phil-mcwalter on the other greasy bunk

OIL IT UP

Me and you we used to have some fun girl
Now your gonna leave and break me all apart 
Well let’s keep it classy if you’re gonna shoot me through the heart
Cos if I’m your murder victim
Let me clean your gun

Oil it up 
I’ll clean your gun
Oil it up 
I'll clean your gun

When we went out it was always with a bang girl
So funny that it ends the very same way
Well let me get dressed up and die young and pretty for you honey
Cos if I’m your latest target
Let me clean your gun you dirty girl

You talk like you had thought about it
But even when you brought about it
I was not so sure that you were talking straight or aiming straight
But now the conversations pointed 
Let me clean that gun you dirty girl
Yeah!

Set your sights a little higher, one in the barrel or one up the spout, 
If we could maybe talk a little more we could just work it out
But let's not use that trigger thang
Yer 'cos if I’m your murder victim
Let me clean that gun you dir-dirty girl
Yeah-yeah!

Nov 2018 © Phil McWalter

Image detail from "Delores" Andrew Richard Rose

Let Me Clean Your Gun

Oil It Up

Huge thanks to my Valuable Friends who partied hard!

@janinelevinson - Dance invites and vocals
@rick-4-1 - Funkin' it up for the dance floor
@phil-mcwalter - Sausage rolls and other stuff


PARTY BACK AT MY HOUSE

Party back at my house
Party back at my house
Party back at my house
Everybody's gotta come!
'Cos you're wonderful
Ooh Lord, we think you're beautiful
And we wanna hear you talk
We wanna see you walk
We wanna hear you shout
Have fun
Back at my house

Party back at my house
There's a party!
Party back at my house
There's a party!
Party back at my house
Everybody's gotta come!
'Cos you're wonderful
Oh Lord, so beautiful
We wanna hear you talk
See you walk
Hear you shout
Have fun
Back at my house

"BE the party" (Theresa May)

"Let's just get wastey-pants" (Nicole 'Snooki')
"Wow! What a ride!" (Hunter S. Thompson)
"I wanna see you dance" (Janine Levinson)
"Party Sleep Repeat" (Rick Medlock)
"Remember when we could?" (Jack Nicholson)
"Is this a cocktail party?" (Jimi Hendrix)
"Is this my party?" (Phil McWalter)
"Hell yeah!" (Clarence Clemons)

© Phil McWalter Oct 2020
[Photo by Emma McWalter @emmam-7]

Party Back At My House

I have always loved this song by Robert Palmer, but I always imagined it at a slower tempo to allow the words to resonate a little more. Rather fun perfecting a perfectionist, I hope Robert doesn't mind, in fact I wish he'd come back and do the vocal. So, anyway, here's my lockdown cover, accompanied by my Valuable Friend, Rick Medlock - The King of Rhythm.

@rick-4-1 - Running around The Drums
@phil-mcwalter - Looking for certainty in The Other Stuff

JOHNNY AND MARY

Johnny's always running around
Trying to find certainty
He needs all the world to confirm
That he ain't lonely
Mary counts the walls
Knows he tires easily
Johnny thinks the world would be right
If it could buy truth from him
Mary says he changes his mind more than a woman
But she made her bed
Even when the chance was slim

Johnny says he's willing to learn
When he decides he's a fool
Johnny says he'll live anywhere
When he earns time to
Mary combs her hair
Says she should be used to it
Mary always hedges her bets
She never knows what to think
She says that he still acts like he
Is being discovered
Scared that he'll be caught
Without a second thought
Running around

Johnny feels he's wasting his breath
Trying to talk sense to her
Mary says he's lacking a real
Sense of proportion
So she combs her hair
Knows he tires easily
Johnny's always running around
Trying to find certainty
He needs all the world to confirm
That he ain't lonely
Mary counts the walls
Says she should be used to it

Johnny's always running around
Running around

© 1980 - Robert Palmer

Johnny And Mary

Johnny And Mary (Dream Remix July 2022)

The Drums and Cosmic Percussion @rick-4-1 
The Other Stuff @phil-mcwalter

Remixed/mastered 11th May 2021

NEON IN HIS BLOOD (The loneliest boy I ever saw)

With neon in his blood
Neon in his blood

If wishes were horses, beggars would ride
If turnips were watches, I'd wear one by my side
If "ifs" and "ands" were pots and pans
There'd be no work for tinkers’ hands

Neon in his blood

Neon in his blood

The land rolls up and the land rolls down
If Mummy didn't cut the fat off Daddy would eat it
Sometimes the rocks stick out 
But mostly they don’t
The worst part about being old 
Is remembering when you were young 
And we look at the stars 
And we still don’t know what they mean
Except she’s gone so I eat what I like
Pick the goosegrass buttons 
Off the loneliest boy I ever saw

With neon in his blood
Neon in his blood

The loneliest boy I ever saw

With neon in his blood
Neon in his blood
Neon in his blood



© Phil McWalter Jan 2021

Neon in his Blood

Neon In His Blood

Jamie sent me this incredible instrumental track he'd entitled "The Future Is Now" and said "I was wondering if you had time to add something to this?"
 
"OK" I said remembering my Brit Cool just in time. (I was very honoured to be asked and equally knocked out by the track...) I thought about that phrase "The Future Is Now" and how some people seem to be in a rush to cancel the past. As any history student knows; it is not who wins the battle or conducts the pious deed but whose record survives the interim years.

Walking across the countryside one frequently comes across large lakes and reservoirs and hears stories about the submerged villages with a fabled church bell that sometimes still doles out a message from the deep, on occasions or anniversaries of great import. (fromtheedges.wordpress.com/2015/03/20/…nken-bells/)

I do wonder if we deny and bury our past, who will understand the dolorous bells' messages from forgotten landscapes behind our burning bridges or even hear them: We're Building A Dam - It's an anguished cry for help as the very shore we crept out of the sea onto, slips back under the waves already lapping at our feet... and the telling of stories ends of our own doing, as the flood erases true history and our villages disappear under the water...

@jamie-rhind was the lead bell ringer and carillon player 
 @janinelevinson the wondrous mermaid that sings and tends to the sunken bells 
@phil-mcwalter sat on the shrinking shore, listening, playing guitar and singing the old stories with them...

WE'RE BUILDING A DAM

We’re building a dam
We’re building a dam
Feel the power
Flooding history
Cover the past
Cover
Sssh
Cover the past

Cover

I feel the lake growing
Feel the power
Flooding history
I see the world shrinking
I feel the lake growing
Feel the power
Flooding history
I know the past is going

The future is now
The future is now

I feel the lake growing
I see the world shrinking
I feel the lake growing
I know the past is going

We’re building a dam
The future is now
We’re building a dam
Feel the power
Building a dam
Flooding history
Cover the past
Building a dam
Cover
Building a dam
Cover the past
Building a dam
Cover
Building a dam
We're building a dam

© Phil McWalter Feb 2021

We're Building A Dam

!!!HOT NEWS!!! New Valuable Friends vinyl album and CD available! ALSO 2nd Deluxe Vinyl & CD+Booklet "Songs That Mean Something" See links below. 

Composer/Guitarist/Producer

Songs: We find them unpainted in our hands, throw them up into the air of our imagination, turning them in the colours we see after we close our eyes until they feel just right, and sometimes we catch them perfectly, without blemishing them...

My music is on most platforms for your ease.

Wow!!  417K+ plays and 4,000+ valued followers and friends on SC alone, that provide lots of wonderfully helpful comments that fuel the next track! Really big thanks to the SC community for listening and providing such brilliant feedback and support. It means so much to myself and my collaborators - huge thanks.

I work in different styles, as the inspiration, dreams or bubonic plagiarism comes! I use Logic Pro X on Mac.
 
I write, produce and play all my own stuff (unless otherwise stated), play vintage Tokai Strats mainly, PRS Torero, Steinberger, Gretsch G2627T, Classical, Fender Dreadnought, Yamaha and Rickenbacker basses, keyboards and sax. I use Native Instrument's Komplete, Omnisphere 2 and my own organic samples.

I mix on Sennheiser HD 280 Pro's and HD 650's (closed and open headphones) when not making a bigger noise through my Yamaha HS8 studio monitors. I use Focusrite Clarett 2Pre ThunderBolt and Apogee audio interfaces, Neumann & iSK condenser & AKG dynamic mics. 

Hardware: Feb 1978 Marshall JMP 50W Combo, BOO & BOSS stomps

I love collaborating with other musicians and will compose with, play guitar for, produce, arrange, master or even just hum along with other SC musicians. Please ask!

P.S. I am a long standing member of the Performing Rights Society and PPL through my old TV and theatre work as well as my record and publishing deals.