A dream about experts in lab coats and clipboards watching you swim in a pool. You try to hide!

Latitude Bera

Late and Smart

This track is the first of 12 that will be released each month this year! The series is called "Urte Natural: 12 in 2024". All songs were recorded over a three or four year period in France. They also bounced a lot back and forth across the Atlantic seeking perfection! Stay tuned and also be sure to visit riffindots.com. Now tell the world!!

She's Wrong

Song # 2 of the "Urte Naturala: 12 songs in 2024" series. This song is STRUT-able!! With a flange-y guitar hook along with mixed metaphors I've collected from my dad over the years, this song pretty much wrote itself! My dad's skewed similes have included, but are not limited to "that guys wasn't always the fastest bulb in the west" and "he's as blind as a f#@$ing lemon!" So backing Pop's pearls of wisdom, imagine Ron Wood playing along in your elementary school music class to a post-punk disco beat!



Caught Red Tape Handed

As humans we are constantly assessing our own lives

Seeking, yearning longing for an answer so concise

How can we exist in such a universe so vast

And just how have we come to be with a never-ending past

Well yes, I am available for the soundest of advice

Yes, I do see double, but that helps me to think twice

Now supposing that my ganglia are plagued with residue

Imparting my experience that’s housed in sheer oblivion

Pearls before swine, except after C

It’s as plain as the bell on my face

you’ve opened up a can of ballgames

that’ll give you a taste of your own foot

I think like Billy Spooner*, but I’ve forgotten who he is

The lord’s a shoving leopard, and I hay he preally is

My thoughts are double helixes and they long to be complete

I’d ask you where my shoes are, but they’re right there on my feeeeeeet

It ain’t over ‘til the fat lady gathers moss

an inch in time is bliss

Don’t put all your ducks in a basket

Life just ain’t a bowl of easy street

You look at me askance as if I’ve really lost my wig

I implore you, though to hear me out, cuz this is something big

Time will heal what comes around and lemons can make waste

Opposites before the storm will make you lemonade

All that glitters in a twist, someone woke up on the wrong side of your tongue

Now the cat’s on the other side of the bag

Life’s a bitch when you’re having fun

Don’t cry over spilt silbver linings in time

When this song is nigh, I’ll sleep like a glove

You’re diamond in a storm

All is fair that ends in love and war and love

Caught Red Tape Handed

Empty Beach Streets End

Experimental surf pop based in Southwest FL.
6/20:  Grassroots Kava House (St. Petersburg, FL)
7/19:  Pinellas Ale Works (St. Petersburg, FL)
7/31:  Hillcrest Coffee (Lakeland, FL)

Empty Beach Streets End

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