"Pig Circus" is a sharp political satire encapsulated in a dynamic avant-garde rock composition. Drawing inspiration from the experimental spirit of the 70s and infusing it with modern sonic textures, the track critiques the chaotic spectacle of the U.S. political scene. Its rapid-fire arrangements and genre-defying structure create a visceral, thought-provoking musical experience.

Pig circus

"Nagging and Whining" is an avant-garde rock ballad where a curmudgeonly old-timer critiques the quirks of modern life, from social media to societal shifts. Rooted in 70s-inspired creativity yet infused with contemporary elements, the track showcases intriguing chord progressions and unconventional musical twists, delivering humor and depth in equal measure.

Nagging and whining

Another tone chasing sonic experiment. Amazing backing track by Bassocracia on YouTube! www.youtube.com/watch?v=6X4VNLdoqHE

Pink Napkins

Fun is a state of mind.

F YA WANNA HAVE FUN

If ya wanna have fun all ya got to do is call usIf ya wanna have some all ya got to do is warn us
If ya wanna have fun all ya got to do is call us If ya wanna have some all ya got to do is warn us
They’re taking down your bridge to nowhere
We can’t stop them now
They’re taking down your bridge to nowhere
We can’t stop them now

So If ya wanna have fun all ya got to do is call us If ya wanna have some all ya got to do is warn us
If ya wanna have fun all ya got to do is phone us If ya wanna have some all ya got to do is bone-us
They’re taking down your bridge to nowhere
We can’t stop them now
They’re taking down your bridge to nowhere
We can’t stop them now

Indecisions need to feed off circles
Watching time pass can be quite a torture
But if ya wanna have fun...

Yeah, if ya wanna have fun all ya got to do is call us
If ya wanna have some all ya got to do is warn us

Taking down the bridge can be a lot of fun
Think for just a smidge what you’ve been missing!
So if ya wanna have fun...

Credits
JT : Vocals, drums, keyboard
Nicole Placco : Lead vocal
Recorded and Mixed at Sonic Underground Studios, Stony Brook, NY 



If Ya Wanna Have Fun

A Frank Zappa classic for the old folks out there.

Credits:
JT: Lead vocal
Shiana Kempt : Subtle guitar
Sir Rollo Beef : Bass
The Paper Twins (Stretch, Marcus, and Hud Rondimozzarella) : Backups
Lonnie Vatican : Keys
Donnie Vatican : Drums
Rumy Stanza, Ed Palamio, Joe Mayonaise ; Horns

Recorded in 2002, live in aisle three of the Sears tire department in the Nowheresville Mall,
Concrete, North Dakota 

Jelly Roll Gum Drop

So I'm from Jupiter Moon. So what?  Big deal.  I still have to take a dump just like the rest of you.  Nobody cares.  I know that.  But at least I've got a song about my absurd existence.

HE’S FROM JUPITER MOON

No

NO!

HE DOESN'T WATCH TV
SMOKE, DRINK, OR SIT IN A BAR
HE'S NOT MUCH FOR PARTIES
HE'S FROM JUPITER MOON
He’s from Jupiter Moon


HE WON'T EAT ANYTHING WITH MAYONNAISE ON IT
THERE'S ONLY 2 FILMS HE'S EVER REALLY LIKED
HE'S HAD THE SAME HAIR SINCE HE WAS FOUR
HE'S FROM JUPITER MOON
He’s from Jupiter Moon

Ohh Whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
HE'S FROM JUPITER MOON
he's from jupiter moon
Ohh Whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
FROM JUPITER MOON
he's from JUPE^.

HE WORKS TILL SIX AM IN THE MORNING
ON TUNES HE WILL NEVER LET YOU HEAR
SPENDS HIS BED TIME FLOATING IN THE ASTRAL PLANE
HE'S FROM JUPITER MOON –
He’s from Jupiter Moon... Ohh!


HE'S GOT A SISTER FROM A NEIGHBORING PLANET
TOGETHER THEY CAN'T SIT STILL AT A HOCKEY GAME
AHH, HE'D JUST LOVE TO THROW A WHOLE RACK OF
COMPUTER EQUIPMENT AT A RELIGIOUS STATUE
HE'S FROM JUPITER MOON -
He’s from Jupiter Moon

- Chorus -

HE'S ALWAYS SCROUNGING FOR MONEY
REFUSES TO GET A JOB (9 TO 5)
HE'LL DRAW YOU A NERVOUS DEAD BUNNY
TAKES NITROUS AND GET YOU TO DRIVE !

NO! OH!

HE WON'T HANG OUT FOR MORE THAN A FEW HOURS
HE FINDS CERTAIN MECHANICAL MOVEMENTS
RATHER OBJECTIONABLE
HE'S HAD ENOUGH OF HIS FRIENDS AND HE KNOWS
IT'S TIME FOR HIM TO MAKE AN INCREDIBLE CHANGE
HE'S FROM JUPITER MOON
He’s from Jupiter Moon

- Chorus -

HE’S FROM JUPITER
JUPITER
JUPITER
JUPITER
JUPITER...

Credits:
ND : Lead Vocal, Back ups, Keys, Programming
JT : Programming
Jim Dexter : Guitar
Recorded and mixed at Modern Voices Recording Studios, Centerport, NY 

He's From Jupiter Moon

There aren't enough Zappa remixes on the internet, so I made one. Signal Flags lays down the backing track with their old school rocking track "Reach for the Sky" while Zappa discusses the merits of our decisions. Aculpulco, let's go. 

Free Download

REACH FOR DECISIONS

Arcane romantic practices will be studied as long as there is an interest in porn and insects.

SPIDER RIDE

Baby won’t you take me for a...

Sitting here in this cube farm had me thinking
It’s been a while since we’ve been so very bad...
So I picked up the telephone
Said a prayer that you’d be home
It was busy
But I’ve got a plan

I’ll bring the melon balls (eight pieces) and some circuits for the tarts
You bring the cotton candy, ripple springs and three big frogs ‘cause

Baby I want you to take me for a spider ride in the sheets
You can spin your web around me anytime
Gimmie a spider ride tonight!

I recall the first time was amazing
It didn’t take too long for me at all...
First I heard you talk the talk
Mix the mix and walk the walk
We got busy
Let’s do it again

I’ll bring the corks and mayfers, pasta bags and tubing for the mouse
You bring the sausage grinder, pie plates and the Lincoln logs...

Baby I want you to take me for a spider ride in the sheets
You can spin your web around me anytime
Baby I want you to take me for a spider ride in the streets
We can burn some rubber at the aerodyne
Want a spider ride
Tonight!

The web of comprehension at first may seem obscure
(Too foreign for romantic clowns)
Let go of robot passions
Flat line the old designs
It only takes a smidgen to enjoy a spider ride................

(Baby won't you take me?)

I got the raisins, Le’sueur peas and shower cap eraser prawns
I’m glad I listened to you and didn’t auction off the lawn!

Baby I want you to take me for a spider ride in the sheets
You can spin your web around me anytime
Baby I want you to take me for a spider ride in the streets
We can burn some rubber at the Aerodyne
Gimmie spider ride

Baby won’t you to take me for a spider ride
Baby won’t you to take me for a spider ride
Baby won’t you to take me for a spider ride
Baby won’t you to take me for a spider ride
Gimmie - spider ride

To- night! night night night night night night night night
NIGHT !

Credits:
Gian DiMauro : Lead Vocal, programming
John Tabacco : Rhythm Guitar, harmony, programming
Anthony Pomes : Lead Guitar
Mike Sorrentino : Drums
Bill McGrossen : Bass
Recorded and Mixed at Sonic Underground Studios, Stony Brook, NY
SA3 Mastering : Bob Ball 

Spider Ride

Ugly is the new beautiful.  

U.F.

Dr. Frankenstein : It's alive! IT'S ALIVE!

Look at that ugly fucker what happened to him
Was he cursed by the heavens above
Look at that ugly fucker he’s got the kind of face
that only a mother could love

Look at that ugly fucker what happened to him
Was he cursed by the heavens above
Look at that fucking nutter inside his basket case
And once is more than enough

But good fortune fell upon him by the way of Circus Roads 
They put him in a cage and dressed him up in retro clothes 
And soon a wealthy watcher saw potential in this freak 
Got’em plastered in the tabloids, TV shows and frosted wheat 
Now all us ugly wee folk have a new a hero we adore 
And those perfect looking airheads are the ones we now ignore

Look at that ugly fucker what happened to him
Was he cursed by the heavens above
Look at that ugly fucker he’s got the kind of face
that only a mother could love

Look at that ugly fucker what happened to him
Was he cursed by the heavens above

Oh, man...

Look at that fuckin' nutter inside his basket case
And once…

Hang on. Hang on. We need back story here.

He came up in the 60's, the flower power age
And every other week he had another banner to wave
He had a plan to infiltrate the presidential suite
But every time he tried they kicked his ass back on the street
No one could believe it, they had to look away

UGLY MOTHER FUCKER!
He did well!

W.A. : Don't worry about me sweetheart. I'm like a cat. I'll always wind up on my feet.

Look at that ugly fucker
Look at that ugly fucker
Look at that ugly fucker
Look at that ugly fucker
Look at that ugly fucker
Look at that ugly fucker

JT : This is what Kearns has got me doin' nowadays...

Look at that ugly fucker
Look at that ugly fucker
Look at that ugly fucker
Look at that ugly fucker

Credits:
Peter Kearns : Vocals, Keyboards, Bass, Guitar, Programming. MIx
John Tabacco : Vocals
Anthony Pomes : Woody Allen impersonation, Guitar 



U.F.

Weird song, mixing genres, going from here to there, it's a journey. Metal ad electronic, with samples and beats and organic instruments.

Wicked Time

No matter how bad your life here on Earth is, death will come for you. And if you are ready, it will be a relief like no other when it happens. Just sayin'...

LIGHTING SEED

The “Snorkle”
Wouldn’t give her a break
And I know!
I attended the wake
She was camera worn and grossly over made
Her demise if so prolonged would not have paid
The papers signed in full - the deal looked sweet
But had she read between the lines
She may have seen some better times
Or so I do speculate
What does it matter at any rate?
She like the billions before
Destine to break from this shell...
By tomorrow she was on her way
To sow another gap where darkness breeds
As a lighting... seed

And “Hedgee” (yeah) was still a mistake
The “Snorkle” wouldn’t give him a break
The hanger through his head now worn with age
He never could release that hidden rage
It’s a shame he had to live inside that cage
The monkeys teased him all the time
But I bet he drew the biggest line
Or so I do speculate
What does it matter at any rate?
He like the billions before
He had to break from this shell...
By tomorrow he was on his way
To sow another gap where darkness breeds
As a ummmmm lighting seed

Insect chips and all
Lighten when they break from Earth
“Universe” recalls them to further view “It’s” endless image

Mein “Raisin”, I believed it was true
The “Snorkle” (you said) had nothing on you
The Power drill surprised you in your sleep
Just yesterday they caught up with that creep
Evil as it may, I could not cry
(Discorporating from my shell)
That night, I heard a voice within me yell
(I felt much more at ease thinkin’):
Tomorrow you’d be on your way
To sow another gap where darkness breeds as a...
Lighting Seed!

Credits:
JT : Vocals, Guitar, Programming
Peter Kearns: Back up vocals
Recorded and Mixed in 2018 at Suburban Hermit Studios II, Stony Brook, NY
Peter Kearns vocals recorded in New Zealand 

Lighting Seed

Speril

YOU ARE WHAT YOU WISH

ØKAY FINE. FER SURE, FER SURE.
Like, my mother is, like, a total space cadet. She, like, makes me do the dishes. And clean the cat box. I am sure. That's, like, gross. Barf out!
Well, I'm not, like, really ugly or anything. It's just like, I don't know. You know me. I'm, like, into the, like, the clean stuff.
Like, Pac-Man

THR0̷WING VALLEY GIRLS

She could prove it any time all men was scum

COYOTE HUM

Corrupt politics and the medical Mafia are so inspirational...

VISTA ALLOCATION

Vista allocation from the lunch box committee
won’t ya squirt a little light in my hole?
Why is the turkey bird filled up with confetti
and the news of how you doctored the polls
Ain’t it a shame that my cynicism’s clear?
Pledges of allegiance are a thing of the past
Ain’t it a shame that I’m less than cavalier?
Oh vista allocation who to trust?
For there’s no more truth except for the files on us

C.I.A Dude :
Let me see ah... 27b Stroke 6, curly haired man going bald around forty
pretending to be a composer... That’s you, right?

Lawyer caledonia cantoneezer fat bologna past the
participle pirates parade
It means a bunch of nothing
like those bozo politicians at the poly fickle liars brigade
Ain’t it ashame that the eagle had to die?
Leavin’ it’s scrawny caucus on the poor people’s lawn
Ain’t it ashame that that the eagle has expired?
Oh vista allocation we’ve been had
By the one true god and who smells just like money and gnads...
(Smell it. Big ones. Go Nads. Go team go!)

Longwood Cheerleaders :
YEAH... GO TEAM WIN!

Push says the dolly as I nail her with my body in a dream I had
In comes the born again conservative
kind of robot tryin’ to thwart my plans
What is right isn’t exactly what is right or by nature what it’s suppose to be
Harry Harrison, Harry Harrison, Harry could ya play a golden oldie for me?
From the good old days
Yeah, the good old days
When I was still young and naive
(back in the gray years - back in the salad days)

Vista allocation from the lunch BOX committee
won’t ya sneak a little soul in my shoes
The ones I got are hurtin’ from your man behind the curtain
Mr. “latest tax evasion guru”
Ain’t it a shame that us poor ones have to cry?
Your medical mafia meanies keep us barely alive
Ain’t it deranged that your neutral is in drive?
Oh vista allocation blessed it be
What a mess you’ve made
What a mess you’ve made
What a mess you’ve made!
Better off that we don’t see

Hear no, see no, speak no evil - oh no
Hear no, see no, speak no evil - oh no
Hear no, see no, speak no evil - oh no

Vista Allocation

Exercising my right to be lazy doesn't do anyone any good.  So I stopped. For now.

YOU LAZY DEMON

I’m so lazy
I am lazy and stinking’ up home
Lazin’ in my bedroom - watching porn and eating some scones
Yes I know that time’s a wasting I can feel it
Those little gremlins prod my mind
I hear’em sing:

You lazy demon
Have you no shame
You lazy Demon
Champion of the lame
You lazy demon
Why doncha get up and cause some others some pain

I’m still lazy
My ambitions just stuck in a funk
Sweet talking angels feeding me visions arousing my junk
I used to be so nasty and inspired
Brought on the misery that gave you all a reason to fight
I lost my edge - I’m at a stand still
Has something to do with the light
But I still hear those gremlins singing:
Yeah their singing to me:

You lazy demon
Have you no shame
You lazy Demon
Champion of the lame
You lazy demon
Why doncha get up and cause some others some pain

Credits:
John Tabacco : Vocals, Guitar, Programming
Recorded and Mixed at Suburban Hermit Studios II, Stony Brook, NY

Everything Is Everywhere

You Lazy Demon

I guess we're all privileged depending on who you are with.

STYLE & CLASS

Why wait?

I got style & I got class
I live in a green Mercedes Benz
I got style & I got cash in my pocket

Now the boys in blue they think I'm cool
I pay them off just to break the rules
'Cause I got style & I got cash in my pocket

Sell me one
I'll take another
Hide this freak where the moon ain't shinin'
Cross the tracks to feed me proper
All my clouds have zircon linings too...

'Cause I got style & I got class
I live in a green Mercedes Benz
Yeah, I got style & I got cash in my pocket

"I can buy my own solo right now."

(solo wig)

WHY WAIT?
WHY TAKE TIME TO HESITATE?
WHY WAIT?

"Yo chooch, this douche is loaded."

Yeah, I got UNDAGGA & I got class
I live in UNDAGGA -sedes Benz
Yeah I got UNDAGGA & I got cash in my pocket

Sell me one
I'll take another
Hide this where the moon ain't shinin'
Cross the tracks to feed me proper...
All my clouds have platinum linings too

'Cause I got style & I got class
I live in a green Mercedes Benz
Yeah, I got style & I got cash in my pocket

Cause I got style & I got class
I live in a green Mercedes Benz
Yeah, I got style & I got cash in my pocket

"One more time."

I got style & I got class
I live in a green Mercedes Benz

"And no fottin' allowed."
Yeah,I got style
MY FOLKS GOT CASH...
In my pocket
In my pocket
In my pocket

Credits:
JT : Vocals, Keyboards
Recorded at Backdoor Recording Studios, Huntington Station, NY


Style & Class

HEY, HEY, PAULA

Hey, Hey, Paula
Is it really your mother they found on the lawn ?
And..
Hey, Hey, Paula
Was it really your father, filleted on the beach?

I’m so sorry about it you know
And I know just how badly you must feel
But...
You know how it goes when it goes
When it goes with so little money

Hey, Hey, Paula
Is it time to go out or withdraw to within?
And..
Hey, Hey, Paula
What you see in the window...
A box with a lid

I'm so sorry about it you know
And I know just how frighten you must be
But you know how it goes when it grows
And what grows is eating your kidneys

Hey, Hey, Paula

(A beautiful, dreamy Brian Wilson like interlude plays here,
while slow motion footage of the actual murders make for
a nice back drop for a Bevis and Butt Head conversation...)

Hey, Hey, Paula
Is it time to go out Paula?
Hey, Hey, Paula
Is time... or what?

(Our proud troubadour waltzes away scot -free. It’s the law!)

Credits:
Brian Rivera : Vocal
ND : Back ups, Programming
JT : Acoustic guitar, Back ups, Programming
Recorded and mixed at Modern Voices Recording Studios, Centerport, NY 

Hey, Hey Paula

John Tabacco is an American composer, singer songwriter, producer, recording engineer, multi instrumentalist and graphic artist. He has engineered /mixed and mastered music for hundreds of New York recording artists as well as projects released on BMG: The Kemelions, RCA: Faze, Rampage/Rhino: Rhett Forrester, Columbia: Rebbie Jackson, Rykodisc : Bob Marley, Columbia: Chris Jasper, Electra: Sonia Dada and Nickleodeon’s Are You Afraid Of The Dark? He is the CEO of It Iz What It Iz Music Publishing which currently holds over 600 songs in its catalog. He has been an associate producer for IndiMusic TV and hosts a bi-weekly radio program (CLAM RADIO) on college radio WUSB.fm since 1999.

His musical background consists of extensive study of orchestration with noted 20th century composer John Lessard, harmony with the late electronic music maverick Bulent Arel, and composition with Stony Brook University professor Peter Winkler. He received his BA in Music from Stony Brook University in 1983. 

Like an unfolding musical diary / puzzle, Tabacco’s music and art are constantly being re-worked, juxtaposed and intertwined. His style is a melding of pop - jazz -rock - avant garde / aleatory, classical and comedy.  He has been recording his music non stop since 1979.

Of note: In 1989 the satirical, absurd house song "Go House Yourself" co-written by Tabacco, Pati and DiMauro reached position 39 on Billboard's dance chart. 

In 2014 Tabacco signed a record deal with Texas, indie label, Muffin Records. They released his CD “Unfulfilled Shopping Carts Syndrome” internationally.

Hi all ! I make music, some of it weird, some of it beautiful I transcend over different genres, all from odd time signature, violent metal to beautiful smooth orchestrations, Short handed - I make the music I want. DM if there is something on your mind. And check out my stuff.  :)

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