Wednesday, October 23, 2019

One Million Years DC digital album by Dave Graney and Clare Moore out now


pic Barry Douglas 

How good a songwriter do I think I am? Probably better to ask me how poor I think most other peoples ideas of what a song can be are. And by that I mean people who talk about music and people who think they write and play it. (I used the word "poor" as a starting point there)


Songwriters I admire? Robyn Hitchcock, Peter Milton Walsh, Greg Walker, August Darnell, Paul Westerberg, Walter Becker and Donald Fagen, Matt Walker, Scott Walker, Nick Drake, Bobbie Gentry, Jodi Phillis, Lisa Salvo, Malcolm Hill, Jonathan Bree, Lawrence Arabia, Sylvia Robinson, Judee Sill, Carly Simon, Alex Chilton, Jim James, Bill Callahan, Bonnie Prince Billy, Mick Jagger and Keith Richard, Roy Wood, Ike Turner, Lou Reed, Iggy Pop, Burning Spear, Lee Hazlewood ....... AND A FEW -  QUITE A FEW- MORE......

 Anyway, we have kept a very high standard of song crafting, summoning, conjuring, teasing and construction since 1987 or so.  The Post Moodists period. Well, the last EPs by the Moodists - the David McClymont period- had a more intense focus on song writing. Before that it was more unconscious. Thug life. Started out bawling, ended up balling.
I really love all the songs we've put out. All the albums. A really consistent standard. Few other people have matched it. There, I said something almost qualitative.

ONE MILLION YEARS DC is a pretty high water mark though.  It follows ZIPPA DEEDOO WHAT IS/WAS THAT/THIS? Some of the songs were finished before most of those tracks. I just thought they'd hang together better in their own set. That album was about the mistLY playing songs for the most part. This one is all Clare and myslef and it's about the songs. It follows from Lets Get Tight in that way, though there are more live drums and bass on this one.




You can get the album at Apple Music here

He Was A Sore Winner
“it was a thing/ a real thing/ they gathered in mobs/ they gathered together to howl/ the sore winners…”
How many recent political players have tapped into popular feelings of bitterness in the community? Jealousy and envy. Fears that “others” are getting a “free ride”. Uneasy chords over a swinging beat.
Kind of Kinksy. The chords in the chorus have an A#major seventh and I drop the bottom note to A and hold the shape to A#. Then do the same with Fmajor7th.


he was a sore winner he was a sore winner
it was a thing  
a real thing
they gathered in mobs 
they gathered together to howl
the sore winners

they were the real people
the forgotten ones
he was their boy
their man I mean
oh yes a man
he was big on that
the sore winner

they had everything that you could want
but they heard whispers
about other people who got stuff
too, too easily
they turned to the sore winner
they heard the sore winner
he spoke for them
he said
“I got this…”

he was a sore winner
he was a sore winner

credits

Dave Graney – vocals, guitars, bass.
Clare Moore - drums, keys, vocals.
Shane Reilly, pedal steel. 

Hell Is You, Babe 
“you got to tell me what I look like/ How are my shoes babe? How is my breath?”

Slide guitar over a slack key tuning (G Major seventh). Lyric is about a hot, intense personal relationship. Using language inspired by Jean Paul Sartres “No Exit” where the protaganists are in hell and there are no mirrors and they have to ask each other what they look like and who they are. (This play inspired the phrase “hell is other people”).
I don't really think this song has a beginning point or an end pony though. Its not about anything. More of an erotic play on long felt intimacy.
I made a Spotify playlist for this song.
Hell is you, babe
c’mon over here
and give me a taste of whatever you feel like givin’ me
throw me a bone
finish me off babe
tell me what I did and what I do
hell is you, babe
I got no reflection
you got to tell me how I am
you got to tell me what I look like
how are my shoes? babe
How is my breath? babe!

hell is you, babe
O beast!
machine!
unfeeling presence!
unseeing eye!
octopi
lets gild the lily
I’m burnin up with your eye
you never look at me no more!

you know all about me
I cant do anything to change
to be new in your eyes
I’m at the mouth, the hellmouth
I don’t care
oh its dark and hot
we don’t know much and we’re cool with that

hell is you, babe
it’s wherever you are
that’s where I wanna be
hell is you, babe
burnin’ in your reflection
it’s the only one I’ve got

hell is you, babe
hell is you!

credits

Dave Graney – vocals, guitars, rhythm machine beat, bass.
Clare Moore - vibes, vocals. 
 



Pop Ruins

“look at that beautiful song/ lyin’ there in the sand/ busted/ hey where did that sand come from? Must’ve been with the song…”

For this song, I was thinking of the ending of a sci fi movie like Planet Of The Apes where a person encounters the ruins of a great civilization. I was thinking that has been a lot of my experience working in music. It’s so much like wandering around in a wasteland with ghostly transistors half buried in the sand, still playing an old monster hit.
I made a spotify playlist of the pop references in this tune.


Oh look at that beautiful song
lyin’ there in the sand
hey, where did that sand come from?
must’ve come in with the song
Pop Ruins

I love this song!
Hey, you know, we built this song
this song in the sand
Pop Ruins

Edith Grove
Powys Square
56 Hope Road
Petrie Terrace

This Brokedown Palace
on Shakedown Street
this Family Dog
we listened from a window in the Mars Hotel
there’s a Marquee Moon as well
busted
absolutely wrecked
Pop Ruins

The Roxy
The Odeon
Apollo
Palais
Olympia
The Whiskey
Detroit Grande

yeah I felt bad for places and times that were never mine
Brooklyn 79
back in the day, back in the day
the Zen Arcade
arcady
arcadium
with the Jimmy Castor Bunch
Pop Ruins

yeah
I love this song

credits

Dave Graney - vocals, guitars.
Clare Moore - vibes, bass xylophone, backing vocals
Stu Thomas - backing vocals
56 Hope Road, Jamaica. Bob Marleys home.

Powis Square, Chelsea - home of Turner in Nic Roegs film, PERFORMANCE.

I'm Not Just Any Nobody

“I’ve got words! I can describe my rooms/ I know the limitations of my moment…”
It’s hard to be humble. I goofed around on some new chord inversions and when recording, lucked onto a “ghost bass” sound.


I’m not just any nobody
I’d have you know
if you could hear me
I’ve got words
I can describe my rooms
I know the limitations of my moment
I’ve got ideas
I’ve got ideas about my station
I’m not just any nobody
I’d have you know
if you could hear me

I’m not every nobody
they’re not in me
nobody knows nobodies like nobody knows no no nobodys know nobodies no
it’s the celebrated ones that fascinate like nobodies business
I wouldn’t say I’m the nobody’s nobody but
if you could find a way to drop that into a conversation
could ya?
I’m not just any nobody
I’d have you know
if you could hear me

credits

Dave Graney – vocals, guitars, bass, keys.
Clare Moore - drums, vocals.
Shane Reilly, pedal steel.
Stu Thomas - backing vocals
Comrade of pop
“Comrade of pop/ FKOP/ former king of pop/ ironic ‘uh?”

The opposite of King Of Pop. Two verses address Iggy Pop, Jim Morrison who have been my comrades of pop. All the mythical stories, “cincinatti pop-peanut butter” and “miami Jim – Sagittarius bullshit”. Lots of pop culture phrases like “make the scene/kill the Dean” which was from an episode of Get Smart. "Gabba Gabba hey- we accept you" from the 1932 movie FREAKS by Tood Browning.
I made a Spotify Playlist of references in this song.


FKOP
Former King Of Pop
ironic? unnhh
Iggy Pop
Cincinatti pop
peanut butter
Radio Birdman up above
yeah, hup
Gabba Gabba Hey
we accept you
one of us
Comrade Of Pop

no time for talk of kings and queens
got to make the scene
got to kill the Dean
Gabba Gabba Hey
we accept you
one of us
Comrade Of Pop

Miami Jim
Sagittarius – bullshit
got to get your kicks before the whole shithouse goes up in flames
Gabba Gabba Hey
we accept you
one of us
Comrade Of Pop

a spectre walks the earth
comrade of pop
Gabba Gabba Hey
we accept you
one of us
Comrade Of Pop

credits

Dave Graney – vocals, guitars, bass, keys, rhythm machine beat.
Shane Reilly - pedal steel 

Where Did All the Freaks Go?

“where’s our green light? wheres’ our Kings Cross? where’s our Soho? “

Just occasionally have the feeling the world is very straight and no place for freaks. Especially when some kind of “freakiness” is all around the place. (See tattoos and piercings etc). The bvs are mostly Clare Moore, with some texture from harry and Edwina. I was very happy with my guitar solo.


when the going can’t get weird
and the weird can’t get going
when the going is only weird
and the weird can’t get going
where did all the freaks go?
huh?
how straight are weddings?
they must be in a church
though nobody knows a church
it must be right
anything else would be just weird
when the going can’t get weird
and the weird can’t get going
when the going is only weird
and the weird can’t get going
where did all the freaks go?
huh?
where’s our green light?
where’s our Kings Cross?
where’s our Soho?
what’s our sound?
how can we tell what’s happening?

credits


Dave Graney – vocals, guitars, bass,
Clare Moore - keys, vibes, marimba, vocals.
Extra backing vocals Harry Howard and Edwina Preston 


You’ve Been In My Mind
“you got access/ Triple AAA/ You know my ways/ my passwords…”

We released an album of this name in 2012. Its always a big thing for a rock artist to reference an earlier release on a later album. This is me having that moment. Robin Casinader who played with us in the Coral Snakes for ten years flew in some some amazing mellotron.

Lyrically it chimes in with Finally I Come Clean. Thinking about being exposed to the elements for so many years, pouring my voice and words out. Never really been confessional as a writer but you don't know what people will hear.

you’ve been in my mind
person
where is my Id?
where is my super-ego?
you’ve got access
Triple AAA
you know my ways
my passwords
you’ve got clearance
you’ve been in my mind
person
you’ve been in my mind
you’ve read it and heard it all
you’ve been to places I never want to know

you’ve been in my mind
person

where is my north?
my south?
east or west?
where is my evening star
where is my donk?
my badonk-a-donk?
you’ve been in my mind

credits

Dave Graney – vocals, guitars.
Clare Moore, vibes, percussion.
Robin Casinader – mellotron 

Answering Machine 
“Once I had an answering machine though I never asked it a question..”

This wrote itself. Like a machine tooled it! In some ways inspired by William Burroughs talk of inventing a “wishing machine”. Back in the days when we could be just a little but available and also unavailable. People knew each other better. The chords were irregular in their number but it sounded great when all the cassette noises were thrown in. (Thanks to Matt Dower from Sizzletown for sending them through. Though only three!)


Once I had an answering machine
though I never asked it a question
it wasn’t for me
I suppose I could’ve called it myself but those were more serious times
things were simpler
everybody had one
they were filters
extensions
others threw them up as screens
force-fields
that’s how simple things were
you were in
you were out
you were how or away
people knew you
you knew how people knew you
if you weren’t around they could leave a message on your answering machine
don’t you wish you had an answering machine?
it never got smart
it never got any smarter
it didn’t answer back
it just answered
people had no reason not to believe that you weren’t really there
that you were sittin’ there listenin’ in real time
“hello, you have called Blah, Blah and Blah
we ain’t here right now
leave a message after the beep and we might get back to ya
hah!”
Once I had an answering machine though I never asked it a question
don’t you wish
don’t you wish you had an answering machine?

credits

Dave Graney – vocals, guitars, bass, sound effects, rhythm machine beat.
Clare Moore – ride cymbal, tom-tom brushes, tambourine. 

You Can’t Have Your Boogie 
“is the world so small that people like YOU can grab it? No! You can’t have your boogie and boogie too!”

I started writing songs for my guitar with a slide and open G tuning. The lyric concerns people who see themselves curators or “creative” when they are just barkeepers. I find “rock theme” bars to be really dopey. More Pop Ruins…
The title came from some old schoolyard joke I was sure I heard Conway Savage say one day. 'You can't have yer boogie and eat it too" . Though every conversation with Conway was full of half heard mutterings and jokes as he expectorated and honked the words from out of his thin body and face. RIP.
I made a Spotify playlist so you could actually have some boogie - if you'd care to.


you can’t have your boogie
and boogie too
you can’t re-pop a cherry
just your cork now
all you curators out there
all you curators nowhere
phony rock’n’roll clubs
guys collectin dogtags
cosplay cos
curators over here
is the world so small that people like you can grab it?
No!
you can’t have your boogie
and boogie too

you’re a bad shopkeeper
a sad barkeep
got your bar in the street with the gunslingers
we got the tales to tell
you can’t have your boogie
and boogie too
dunno thyself
I dunno
dunno thyself
barkeep!
what’s with the make up?
shave off that beard
so many brands in one face!
you can’t be iconical and be iconic too
you can’t have your boogie
and boogie too
woah!
you can’t have your boogie
and boogie too

credits

Dave Graney – vocals, guitars, bass, rhythm machine beat, keys.
Clare Moore, percussion, vibes, marimba. 


Finally I Come Clean 
“I was at the mic so long / losing my head / but I never squealed / how would you be?”

Of course I never squealed but standing there singing for so long, I must have betrayed myself at some point. When you're singing or playing you're wide open to the world. Mostly I like to stay pretty buttoned up.


I was at the mic so long
losin’ my head
I sung like a bird
but I never squealed
how would you be?
In the afterlife
in the words in peoples minds
how would you be?
finally I come clean
and I’m dirty
I got drunk in your eyes
and let you crawl all over me
don’t tape me up
when I’m winding down
when I won’t know what I’m sayin’
and I’m ridin’ in my wits
how would you be?
what if I come clean?
and I’m dirty

credits

Dave Graney – vocals, guitars, bass, keys.
Old Friends 
“old friends/ old busted couches and dead lawns/ I walked out of the room for a decade and blinked/ old friends…”

I wanted to write a song that was a little bit Samuel Beckett and a little bit Merle Haggard and this is it. Lots of tension in the chords but a simple conversational vocal. No bass, just lots of guitars. Amazing backing vocals by our friends Will Hindmarsh and Emily Jarrett from Go Go Sapien.
There's no bass and it gives  alot of room for teh vocal and th acoustic guitars. I thought it sounded like the Who when they did acoustic tracks like Magic Bus.


old friends and the way they lay their heavy hands on ya
bony hugs
when they drop down
like birds
of prey
whatever
grey
old friends
they know you for so long
no no no no
you hear a familiar song and groan
you go back to the hits
you play the standards
the classics
old friends
re-creatin’ the scenes again
they were finished when I met them
that was very attractive
compelling
they’ve been over forever
there’s been no boom
no bust
old friends
there’s a wreck on the lawn
the gate is broke
there’s a wreck on the couch
lookin for coins
old friends
old busted couches and dead lawns
I walked out of the room for a decade and blinked
old friends
they were over early
closed off
gated
it was great
old friends
smilin’ skulls
lampshades covered in human skin
shocking
teeth like
what can you say?
fuckin’
fuckin’ like cadavers
what?
like fuckin’ cadavers
so many ways to say it
old friends
hello
don’t take this bad
just got the horrors
old friends

credits

Dave Graney – vocals, guitars, keys.
Clare Moore, percussion.
Will Hindmarsh and Emily Jarrett, backing vocals.


2019 shows 

October 24th Dave Graney and Clare Moore will be playing with the mistLY at THE JAZZ LAB - 27 Leslie St, Brunswick
Melbourne. 

October 25th and 26th Dave Graney and Clare Moore will be appearing at the JUNK BAR in ASHGROVE, BRISBANE. (Nights mostly full but tickets remain for the Afternoon show on the Saturday)

November 15th Dave Graney at the Music Lounge, Merrigong theatre Company, WOLLONGONG.

November 16th Dave Graney and Clare Moore at SOUNDS DELICIOUS in HUSKISSON, NSW

November 17th - Dave Graney solo at Gasoline Pony, Marrickville, NSW


Friday Nov 22nd - The Dust Temple, Currumbin

Saturday Nov 23rd - Pelican Playhouse, Grafton NSW

Saturday, October 5, 2019

ONE MILLION YEARS DC out this week

Art by Tony Mahony

One Million Years DC comes out October 10th.
This is a digital only release.




Its an album credited to myself and Clare Moore. Guests include Shane Reilly from the Lost Ragas on pedal steel, Will Hindmarsh, Emily Jarrett, Harry Howard and Edwina Preston and Stu Thomas on backing vocals and Coral Snake Robin Casinader on mellotron.

pic Barry Douglas


It follows our album with the mistLY, ZIPPA DEEDOO WHAT IS/WAS THAT/THIS which came out in April/May. Some of the songs were recorded around that same time but seemed to suit a different thematic collection. ZIPPA DEEDOO was more of a "band" album. This - like 2017's LETS GET TIGHT -  is more of a song based album. 

It has a loose sci fi / post apocalyptic theme. It came through the songs themselves. They come from some general interior flow I've been riding for all my life.
In more recent times I've been obsessing over the Rolling Stones. They've been a constant presence in my musical world. Sometimes they've been pretty much off the boil and out of the way and I found it strange that people would still refer to them above all others. I remember when in a full post punk narrative and "Miss You" came out as a single and I bought it to see what they would do in response to the challenge being tossed up to them. Annoyingly, it was pretty great and the album Some Girls had a very strong set of songs and the usual amazingly current sound. Everything was still shot through an orgiastic haze though. It was all rampant, horny toad, sexual language. The great thing about punk and post punk was that it turned off those mad burners for a brief period and an asexual air was about. It gave people room to move differently in for a while. 
That was it for the Stones creativity though. Subsequent songs like SHE WAS HOT and others like SHES SO COLD just couldn't cut it in a world with Kid Creoles' OFF THE COAST OF ME, Televisions VENUS DE MILO , Richard Hells LOVE COMES IN SPURTS , the Pop Groups SHE IS BEYOND GOOD AND EVIL or Pere Ubu's DUB HOUSING. The Stones were over there with Benny Hill and Carry On Movies.

Time bends all things though. 

ZIPPA DEEDOO had my homage to all things ULTRAKEEF on it. 

I kept dipping in and out of their catalogue, my own personal life history being bound up with the songs and albums.
Clare and I started playing a song from the 1974 Mick Taylor era of the Stones called TIME WAITS FOR NO ONE. Mick Jagger has a great lyic in it where he summoned up an image from Shelleys OZYMANDIAS which went...

"Time can tear down a building or destroy a woman's face
Hours are like diamonds, don't let them waste
Time waits for no one, no favours has he
Time waits for no one, and he won't wait for me
Men, they build towers to their passing yes, to their fame everlasting
Here he comes chopping and reaping, hear him laugh at their cheating
And time waits for no man, and it won't wait for me
Yes, time waits for no one, and it won't wait for me
Drink in your summer, gather your corn
The dreams of the night time will vanish by dawn"

 
Anyway, this imagery is most evident on ONE MILLION YEARS DC in songs like Pop Ruins and Comrade Of Pop. In the former I  was thinking of the ending of PLANET OF THE APES where the human hero  comes across (again Ozymandias) a head of a giant statue buried in the sand. 


In my song I sense a beautiful song lying in the sand. Like many of my lyrics its going off in all sorts of directions. I like the flash and the sensation above all. Lots of little clues and personal jokes but the general way of the song is the feeling that I have lived and worked in a kind of wasteland. In Pop Ruins. Abandoned cities and people acting out rituals for which they don't know any meaning of or expect any meaning from. 
(In my life, music festivals would be definitely one of these rootless forms. I was so surprised when they made a return in the 90s. They are still mostly appalling ways to experience music).
The song references The Grateful Dead (liberally), The Rolling Stones, the movie PERFORMANCE, Bob Marley and the Saints.

Oh look at that beautiful song
lyin’ there in the sand
hey, where did that sand come from?
must’ve come in with the song
Pop Ruins
I love this song!
Hey, you know, we built this song
this song in the sand
Pop Ruins
Edith Grove
Powys Square
56 Hope Road
Petrie Terrace
This Brokedown Palace
on Shakedown Street
this Family Dog
we listened from a window in the Mars Hotel
there’s a Marquee Moon as well
busted
absolutely wrecked
Pop Ruins
The Roxy
The Odeon
Apollo
Palais
Olympia
The Whiskey
Detroit Grande
yeah I felt bad for places and times that were never mine
Brooklyn 79
back in the day, back in the day
the Zen Arcade
arcady
arcadium
with the Jimmy Castor Bunch
Pop Ruins
yeah
I love this song

Comrade Of Pop is more about the kinds of bonds of fellowship and camaraderie I have found in the underworld of music, poetry and street life. Beyond the confines of success and industry and career there is the underworld stream of thought, imagery and desire to communicate. The chorus comes from the 1932 Todd Browning movie, FREAKS where the freaks chant "we accept you! One of Us!" much to normal human females horror. (I know this was also used by the Ramones in their song Pinhead - just another circumstance of streams of fellow thought and inspiration going on)



Elsewhere in the lyric it references a certain episode of Get Smart where the pop group (managed by Larry Storch) tries to subvert the students into rebellion. Iggy, Jim and Karl Marx feature too.

Comrade of pop
FKOP
Former King Of Pop
ironic? unnhh
Iggy Pop
Cincinatti pop
peanut butter
Radio Birdman up above
yeah, hup
Gabba Gabba Hey
we accept you
one of us
Comrade Of Pop

no time for talk of kings and queens
got to make the scene
got to kill the Dean
Gabba Gabba Hey
we accept you
one of us
Comrade Of Pop

Miami Jim
Sagittarius – bullshit
got to get your kicks before the whole shithouse goes up in flames
Gabba Gabba Hey
we accept you
one of us
Comrade Of Pop

a spectre walks the earth
comrade of pop
Gabba Gabba Hey
we accept you
one of us
Comrade Of Pop


Oh, there is also a song called WHERE DID ALL THE FREAKS GO?

We put a lot into this album.  Its a standalone thing but sits very neatly with ZIPPA DEEDOO.
Its out Thursday October 10th. You can preorder a copy from Apple Music here.  Or preorder from BandCamp here.

pic Barry Douglas

2019 shows
October 10th, 17th and 24th Dave Graney and Clare Moore will be playing with the mistLY at THE JAZZ LAB - 27 Leslie St, Brunswick
Melbourne.

Sunday October 13th at 2pm Dave Graney and Clare Moore will be playing at Scrub Hill 1869
1713 Daylesford, Ballarat Rd
, Newlyn VIC 3364 phone 0409 645 237

October 25th and 26th Dave Graney and Clare Moore will be appearing at the JUNK BAR in ASHGROVE, BRISBANE. (Afternoon and evening shows on the Saturday)


November 16th Dave Graney and Clare Moore at SOUNDS DELICIOUS in HUSKISSON, NSW

November 17th - Dave Graney solo at Gasoline Pony, Marrickville, NSW


Friday Nov 22nd - The Dust Temple, Currumbin

Saturday Nov 23rd - Pelican Playhouse, Grafton NSW