Live cover of 'Wave of Mutilation,' originally by The Pixies.

Wave of Mutilation (Live, Pixies cover)

reworking of 'How Long Will It Take,' originally by Pat Kelly.

How Long Will It Take (Pat Kelly cover)

reworking of 'How Long Will It Take,' originally by Pat Kelly and remixed by Tom Livemore.

How Long Will It Take (Tom Livemore remix)

Under my flesh there is clearly an issue,

Wrapped around bone and muscle and tissue,

A tumor that grows, it certainly knows that I miss you

 
Talking of wanting and hurting and fighting,

The memory of love can only seem frightening,

But a pen took my hand and I found myself writing I miss you

 
Talks with God lead me down a garden path,

Where roses grow then die in the beat of a heart,

Now I'm stranded on a beach making my way through the sand,

And the sound of a marching band is leading me further away from land,

But the wind of the East it screams that I miss you,

But why would I miss you?

 
People are puppets all dancing on strings

Which get tangled up in the rush of a fling,

So why must I feel like I'd kill anything just to please you?

 
Lord have mercy, I know I'm a sinner,

Been doing it for years but I'm still a beginner,

Under the guise of a seasoned puppeteer

 
In the desert of my dreams, similar to a movie scene,

You and I are fading fast, how much longer can we last?

Vultures circle high above as they wait for us to die my love,

Patience is a virtue and only my love can truly hurt you,

And I know all this, so why do I miss you?

Fuck knows

 
Oh lord have mercy, I know I'm a sinner,

Been doing it for years but I'm still a beginner,

My head, my shoulders, my knees and my toes,

Where are we going? Does somebody know?



The Beginner

We listen to the devil music because it justifies our sins,
We listen to the devil music because it fills that hole within,
Power, fame and riches pollute the minds of men,
But if you're picking at the stitches wounds open up again
 
So if your idle hands are aching for an occupation,
These are my demands, gotta tune to a devil station
 
Sing Ya da da di, da da di di di!
 
We play that devil music because it makes us feel at one,
We play that devil music till our sympathy is done,
We like that devil music! We're all having fun,
We'll fight to the devil music until the war is won
 
Sour grapes fall from the vine but still they're used to make the wine
That if tasted could intoxicate your dreams,
Graceful creatures of the night remind me it will be alright,
Just stop me if you don't know what I mean
 
So if Peter Pan made you believe that you can fly away,
Don't listen to him man, he don't know what he say,
And if your idle hands are aching for an occupation,
These are my demands, gotta tune to a devil station
 
Sing Ya da da di, da da di di di!
That devil music!

Devil Music

Medicine, oh medicine like an angel of mercy in the form of a pill,

Medicine, sweet medicine, if you cannot cure me then nothing else will,

 
I've been scheming up some ways to get my hands on you,

I've been dreaming of the day I get to dance with you,

you never criticize when you're by my side, do you my dear?

I get butterflies when you tell me the lies that I like to hear,

So I know it was meant to be, just my medicine and me

 
Oh Medicine, sweet medicine, research has shown that you're doing me good,

Medicine, my closest friend, inside every home in my own neighborhood,

 
I've been staying up at night, no I haven't slept a wink,

But I know I will be alright because you taught me not to think,

I crave neither sex, nor intellect, I don't shed no tears,

And in some respects your side-effects are why I'm here,

So I know it was meant to be just my medicine and me

 
It's kicking in, it's kicking in...

 
Medicine, oh medicine, stuck inside my throat,

Medicine, my only friend I don't need no doctor's note



Medicine

From Manhattan down to Paris, all it took was ten little minutes,
In the middle of the desert you're a first hand eye witness,
To the death of your dream, but the birth of a business,
And in the depth of their dream it's eternally Christmas
 
Now there's dozens of shows to attend but the one that I recommend
Features insatiable girls made out of mother of pearl,
Dancing their way across this vendible playground,
While the cash cow stampede display unstoppable greed,
They arrived in convertibles but they'll be leaving on a Greyhound tonight
 
I once knew a hopeless soul, dug himself into a hole,
He took everything he could borrow, Said "I'm sorry I'll pay you tomorrow"
But no man can resist where time just doesn't exist,
He vanished in the desert, I cannot say that he's sorely missed
 
Well it ain't that hard to comprehend, just be sure to tell all your friends
Of these insatiable girls made out of mother of pearl,
Dancing their way across these carpeted playgrounds,
While the cash cow stampede display unparalleled greed,
They arrived in shiny Cadillacs but they'll be leaving on a Greyhound bus tonight

Capital of Second Chances

You've longed for a life on the never-never,
But reality is colder than English weather,
Inspired by some singer nobody remembers,
you set off to set it off and change the world forever,
 
Well you're young and you're vain, but your motive is plain,
You're so proud of your shame because it makes you feel sane
 
Oh fame, how nice of you to greet me,
Oh fame, I've allowed you to deceive me,
 
Years fly by as fast as the wind carries the time,
And the next time you check it you'll be past twenty-nine,
Thinking what have I done? Where have I been?
Has it really been that long? Am I living the dream?
Then you figure the end always justifies the means,
So you leave it at that and then you go back to sleep
 
Now you're old and you're tame, but your memories remain,
Yeah you're old and you're grey, but you've still got your name
 
Oh fame, I've allowed you deceive me,
Oh fame, please don't ever leave me again.
 
Qu'est que j'ai fait?
Ou es que j'tai?

Child Star

Introducing Samuel Stewart

As the music on The Beginner clearly shows, Samuel Stewart has a unique new pop music voice. The album’s five songs are richly atmospheric - now ominous, now dancing wildly out of control with an irresistible energy that’ll have you up and moving in seconds. Classic pop songs that sound like they’ve come from some forgotten 30s musical, rub shoulders with unruly gypsy punk rock rave-ups and heartbroken love songs that recall a melancholy French chanson. “Like many Englishmen, I have a dark sense of humor,” Stewart confesses. “In England, we’re bred guilty. I’m not religious, but the images and issues of Catholicism and sin are very interesting. I like darker songs, songs that can get you moving and make you think.”The songs on The Beginner are the work of a master musician. The album’s darkly humorous lyrics, vibrant arrangements, and Stewart’s tough, but vulnerable vocals, produce music that sounds both timely and timeless. These are messages from the front lines of love’s ongoing battle, where men and women join in battle trying to discover some meaning in the insanity that surrounds us all.

Samuel Stewart is the son of Eurythmic Dave Stewart and Shakespeares Sister Siobhan Fahey. “I grew up in North London with my brother,” Stewart recalls. “There was a lot of music playing around the house, but I relied more on my friends for my musical education. My mom has great taste and introduced me to Roxy Music, T. Rex, and the Stones. Since she was in the original wave of punk rockers, she was obsessed with the Clash, Blur, Pulp, Mazzy Star, and Black Grape (Shawn Ryder’s band after the Happy Mondays). When I was 12, my mom’s boyfriend got me into Smashing Pumpkins, and the Pixies. Siamese Dream and Doolittle became my favorite albums. I discovered Leonard Cohen, the Beatles, Morrissey, The Smiths, and Bowie too.

“I don’t remember this, but when I was two, my parents bought me a miniature drum-kit. They say I used to play along to my favorite records until I started (grammar) school. Then I decided to be a film director, which lasted till I heard Nirvana’s live album, From the Muddy Banks of the Wishkah. My dad bought me a nylon-string, mini-acoustic guitar and the From the Muddy Banks of the Wishkah songbook. I got serious about playing.”

Stewart and his best friend, William Cameron, started jamming and put together Blondelle with two other pals, drummer Mike Deegan and bass player Rory O’Donnell. By the time they were in high school, the band was getting playing gigs. “I dropped out to study record production when I was 16,” Stewart says. “It was a total waste of time, although it helped when we produced our albums.

“(Blondelle) started like Nirvana, then got into metal, then indie rock like proper teenagers. At the end, we all liked different music and were moving in different directions. We got signed by Columbia, Japan, and did really well, with a Top 10 record. We got signed in Europe, where we toured a lot. We did well everywhere except the UK. We all lived together in a house in London, but the end, when we were home, we were all in different rooms.

“I was the one who said I’m gonna leave the band. It was obviously over; I’d just broken up with my girlfriend of six years, and I was bored with music and the London indie scene. I planned to visit my dad and my younger brother in LA for a week, but I liked the town, so I went home, got my stuff and moved here in late 2008.

“The first friends I made were Josh and Justin who have a band called The Petrovic Blasting Company. They’re from Nashville, but play Eastern European and Balkan gypsy music using accordions and percussion. They were a big influence on me when I started writing songs.”

Stewart’s brother had a band called Django James & the Midnight Squires. Samuel agreed to produce some demos for them. “My brother has an amazingly soulful voice and writes great lyrics and arrangements. The band was really talented, but when the demos were done, Django went back to London. On the bright side, some of those musicians are now playing with me when I do gigs.”

In LA, Stewart’s songwriting took off and he quickly moved from Garageband demos on his Mac to a proper studio to record The Beginner. Stewart’s gigs, both with his band and as a solo acoustic artist, have been getting good notices. He’ll soon be hitting the road for a national tour to support The Beginner. With another EP finished and an album in the works, Stewart’s ready to take his show on the road and make his mark.

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