Season 294

sorry about the bad camera angle. It shifted on its own and I didn't notice.

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sorry about the bad camera angle. It shifted on its own and I didn't notice.

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OR DID IT?

Greetings,

This is a very ethereal and surreal song by Pink Floyd called Echoes. Something deep and dark about it that I love. I hope it counts, it was my first multi-track ever. Yes it was primitive. Still haven't figured out garage band but it kinda works.



Ciao

RAB11 said:

OR DID IT?

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spooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooky

Just another summer Saturday
About nineteen eighty-one
We were fishing in the little tank*
Having some good clean fun
Yeah me and Tim had no thoughts
No worries for the time
Except for those big snapping turtles
We hoped stayed off our lines

Back on the farm before the dark
I still had chores to do
There was a movie I wanted to see
Tim wanted to see it too
Thought we'd stop about 5:30
So I'd have time to tend the livestock
Take a shower, have some supper
Before the movie at seven o'clock

And we both looked at our watches
And it was 5:30...on the dot

Should have taken only 15 minutes
To drive back to the gate
I had driven that little trail so many times
Saw no reason to be late
Through the forest on that winding path
Past the leaning live oak tree
That I told you about in another song
When it was just the wind and me

Came out from the forest
And pulled up to the gate
I got out to open it
Tim said, "Looks like it's getting late?"
"Why's the sun setting down so low?
It ain't even six o'clock!"
And with confusion on his face, he said,
"Alan, better check your watch."

He said, "Where did the time go?
Where did the time go?
It's way too late, now we're at the gate
I know you didn't drive that slow
I shook my head, said I didn't know
Where did the time go

We hadn't stopped anywhere
Hadn't taken no detour
I had taken that same road through the brush
Just like many times before
Feeling his confusion,
There was nothing I could do but laugh
That fifteen-minute drive had taken
An hour and a half

By the time I walked into the house
It was seven twenty-nine
My dad just looked at me said,
"Guess you lost track of time"

And I said...yeah, I guess I did

Time went by and me and Tim
Went our separate ways
Many years had passed us by
When I bumped into him one day
First thing he said was, "Remember that time
When we lost that time, it seemed?"
I said, "Yeah," and he said, "Thank God,
I thought maybe it was just a dream"

He said, "Where did the time go?
Where did the time go?
It was way too late when we got to the gate
I know you didn't drive that slow"
I shook my head, said I still didn't know
Where did the time go
Where did the time go
Maybe there's some things in this world
It's better that we don't know
Like where did the time go

*tank is Texan for "pond"

I was reminded of this one when I tried figuring out another Weird Al song for 80s Synth week ("Dare to Be Stupid"... too many weird flavors of E, tried but couldn't transpose it, check it out anyway, Mark Mothersbaugh hates Yankovic for creating what he said in an interview was the most beautiful synth sound he'd ever heard).

Anyway, how else would we learn about all this weird stuff without the super market tabloid to tell you all about it. This song is from "Weird Al" Yankovic in 3-D. I think this one comes close to checking all the boxes Alan laid out in the intro.



I really did subscribe to the Weekly World News for a few years. A friend and I were coming back from looking at geology in Big Bend NP and driving straight through back to Ohio. We stopped in Texarkana for gas and caffeine at some ungodly hour. I bought a copy on a whim, figuring we could take turns reading it to help stay awake and we were hooked.

Rougher than a cob right here, but decidedly softer than last nights offering.

After hearing Harmony Smurf do Midnight in Montgomery, this David Allan Coe song of a similar theme popped in my head. Did this quick at the end of a very long day. The Ride is another in this same vein, but I think this song is pretty cool.

Recorded music and vision really does mean that people are 'talking' to us long after they have gone.
This also mentions voodoo ...
A Leonard Cohen song.
I love the Tom Jones version.



I'll be listening to Tom Petty for a good while too. Travel on Tom....

Inspired by some sight seeing on our vacation in France, have a look at Ogopogo's garden

A bit of Gothic Irish folk called McCarthy Moore and the Banshee.

Thy proud star of honour is dwindling and waning
The land of your fathers has ceased to be free
The air thrills at night with their spirits complaining
Your hours are now numbered I tarry for thee

Strange things are going on in Finnish woods: the wee wood troll lives in a nice cave under a spruce stump, according to the kids' song "Mörri-Möykky" (1965) by Marjatta Pokela.

RIP Tom Petty. And yes, I know Vegas happened Sunday, not yesterday. Ugh

Before I got down to the heavy stuff, I thought I would do this more light hearted take on the theme. Made popular by PPM in the 1960s and co-written by Peter Yarrow, the "Peter" of Peter, Paul & Mary.

This has got to be one of the more difficult songs I've ever worked on. Between the strange timing, the barre chord progression and the high vocals it took several days to learn. This take isn't perfect but it's the best I could manage before I was forced to quit or get carpal tunnel. I did the first half in head voice to honor the original but then switched to chest voice. I'm not the soprano I once was. This was written by Kate Bush when she was just 18 years old. It became a number-one hit on the UK Singles Chart. I didn't have a white or a red dress so I couldn't film myself dancing on the lawn as she does in her videos of this song.

another great one from the mighty hawkwind

"psi power"

I put this together kind of quickly tonight, so if some of the lyrics seem forced, that's why. Commentary after the song.



There's a swamp out in central Texas
Where the Guadalupe and San Marcos stream
Two big rivers come together
Where the palmettos sway and dream
There's something out there in that swamp
Like no one has ever seen
Something so strange they can only call it
The swamp Thing of Ottine

Old Man Jones, he claims he saw it
Back when he was young
He thought his hounds had run a cougar
He was glad he had his gun
But then something came pushing through the trees
Something big and something slow
Something that was too dark to see
Where it came from, and where it went, he'll never know

Oh they don't know what that Thing could be
Out in Ottine Swamp
Sometimes it floats, sometimes it creeps,
And sometimes it just stomps
It's not a cougar, it's not a gator
It's something no one's seen
And likely no one ever will
It's the swamp Thing of Ottine

Sometimes it leaves tiny footprints
Maybe it's big or it may be small
Some people say it looks like some kind of thing
Most times it can't be seen at all
They say one time it hit a trailer house
And knocked it off its blocks
And they say when the night mist fills the swamp
There's no place that's safe to walk

A Bigfoot hunter showed up one day
And the people just shook their heads
He said he was gonna find the truth
They said he'd probably just end up dead
He had night vision cameras with motion sensors
And recorders to catch the sounds
Next morning a couple people saw him
Said he must've been doing about 90, headed out of town

Here is my original for the week. Like last week, it’s based on a picture book. I should explain what happens in the book. It’s a very strange one, and that’s one of the reasons I love it. These two kids, Sam and Dave, and their dog, set out to dig a hole in their yard to look for something “spectacular.” They don’t find anything, but the reader can see they are always just missing these huge diamonds in the dirt. (the dog is always trying to point them in the right direction, but they don’t notice) eventually the hole gets super deep and they change directions, split up and reunite. They don’t find anything, though. They run out of milk and animal cookies and fall asleep. The next thing you know, they are falling through the sky, and land in what looks kind of like their front yard, but an astute reader notices that there are differences. A pear tree instead of an apple tree, some things are different colors. Basically they think they’re going home, but they aren’t. There are many theories as to where they really are (are they dreaming? Dead? In a parallel deminsion? Did they dig through the world (but how did they end up in the sky if so?) anyways I’m rambling. I love this book, and I wanted to write a song about it. Hope you like it.

Hi Alan! For the purposes of this song I have become a Renoir (one of his lesser known works ... in fact, the model was so awful, that he decided to bin it and it was only the quick actions of Limousin Lil that managed to save it for posterity!) It's a lovely, other worldly song, though, which I hope I didn't ruin too much.