tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44200653924764019172024-02-18T20:45:26.191-08:00Michael Tarboxmichael tarboxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10528036966137202168noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4420065392476401917.post-78762240202336323332011-11-30T04:28:00.000-08:002011-12-03T04:52:53.647-08:00New CD / Kickstarter Campaign<br>Hey everyone,<br />
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I'll soon return to the studio to record some of the songs I've written in the last year. I hope to have a new album out this spring. No title yet, but this record is sure to have a more electric sound than my last one. I'm excited about the project and look forward to sharing this new music with you.<br />
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In the coming weeks I'll begin a Kickstarter campaign to help fund production costs. What's Kickstarter? Glad you asked! It's a website through which artists ask fans for support in funding independent creative projects. I hope to cover costs associated with making a record, which include buying studio time, paying musicians and engineers, mastering, design and manufacture of CDs. <br />
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Please consider contributing - your help will make a huge difference in getting my new music out there. I'll offer an array of goodies - the new CD, of course, as well as tickets, house concerts, unreleased music, perhaps even food - to folks who donate to the cause. <br />
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I'll provide more detail about the Kickstarter campaign in the next month or so. If you'd like to contribute to funding the album before the Kickstarter campaign begins, you can do so here: <br />
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Michaelmichael tarboxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10528036966137202168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4420065392476401917.post-1147139413363637862010-12-11T06:00:00.000-08:002010-12-11T06:00:35.767-08:00Limited-Run CDs Are Sold Out!<br> Many thanks to all who ordered the albums of early Tarbox material. These CDs are now sold out and should ship today, Saturday December 11. I hope you enjoy the music!michael tarboxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10528036966137202168noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4420065392476401917.post-66808637120413798372010-11-29T22:27:00.000-08:002010-12-11T06:05:02.408-08:00NEW LIMITED-RUN TARBOX RAMBLERS CDs<b>Because You Demanded It! Fresh Sounds For Autumn Ears </b><br />
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UPDATE, DEC. 11: These CDs are now sold out. Thanks!<br />
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The Tarbox Ramblers are issuing limited-run archival CDs - <b> FIRST SONGS, GOSPEL CROSS and A PACKAGE WITH BOTH CDs </B>- in response to many requests for primeval Tarbox material. All songs were recorded, in several band configurations, before The Ramblers released their Rounder CDs. We're making only 50 copies of each CD, and 50 copies of a set with both discs. <br />
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<b>FIRST SONGS:</b><br />
Prewar blues, swamp and jug band music - it's where we come from. These are small band recordings, trios and quartets with National Steel, acoustic and electric guitar, drums, string bass, one-string bass, washboard and harmonica. All recorded in glorious direct-to-tape lo fidelity. Tracks are <i>Rollin' and Tumblin', So Glad You're Mine, Twist Your Stuff, Down South Blues, Step It Up and Go, Oh Death</i> and <i>Something There</i>. <br />
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<b>GOSPEL CROSS</b><br />
For a very short time The Tarbox Ramblers was a biggish group of 9 members - mandolin, 2 guitars, a choir of 3 siren backup singers, drums, string bass and fiddle - with a focus on old blues and gospel. Lots of gospel. It didn't last long - it was unwieldy, and took more rehearsal than we had time for - but we got some great recordings out of it. You'll hear the enthusiasm of a group realizing it was onto a good thing and having a ball. Tracks are: <i>12 Gates To The City, St. James Infirmary, KC Moan, No Night There</i> and <i>King's Highway</i>. <br />
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<b>DOUBLE CD (BOTH FIRST SONGS AND GOSPEL CROSS):</b><br />
The double CD package features both <b>First Songs</b> and <b>Gospel Cross</b>. Primitive sounds to soothe your savage soul, gospel because you're gonna walk in the light.michael tarboxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10528036966137202168noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4420065392476401917.post-32162402048296485752010-03-22T07:44:00.000-07:002010-03-22T08:20:44.446-07:00Live 3-20-10<br>Thanks to the many friends, and many great musicians - Zack Hickman, Adam Mujica, Margaret Glaspy, Charlie Rose, Dave Curry, Mark Poniatowski and Alan Kaufman - who made the album release show so much fun. Here's the band performing <i>Whose Fault But Mine?</i>: <br />
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<param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gJvioQYKXtE&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gJvioQYKXtE&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed>michael tarboxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10528036966137202168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4420065392476401917.post-87124503252194487302009-11-28T14:38:00.000-08:002009-12-06T16:20:30.481-08:00My Primitive Joy Lyrics<br>1. AT DUSK<br />
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At dusk I hear the wild birds calling<br />
As night whispers on the stones<br />
We paid what we owed to darkness<br />
Now darkness leaves us alone<br />
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Coming here each a stranger<br />
Knowing well the stranger's art<br />
What a shame if we as strangers<br />
From this place should depart<br />
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The poverty of souls lost to knowing<br />
The nameless sum of all that's lost<br />
Innocents betrayed at the altar,<br />
All gone in the dust…<br />
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Still in gathered evening<br />
Silence falls on the moor<br />
I hear a sweet voice singing<br />
And wonder who it's calling for<br />
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Sweet dreams now enfold you<br />
Their comforts shall be yours<br />
As we drift beloved<br />
Towards the shifting shore<br />
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This world in all its danger<br />
Soon may fall away<br />
Still in dreams I found you<br />
I hope you'll always stay<br />
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2. NOVEMBER SONG<br />
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When the cold wind<br />
Blinded the sky<br />
With flooding birds<br />
Then we turned our thoughts<br />
To our wedding words<br />
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The painted valleys<br />
We made our marriage in<br />
Gave us newborn souls<br />
So we could start again<br />
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The band goes on forever<br />
Bound in mystery<br />
We'll part never<br />
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When confusion cursed our days<br />
We lived alone<br />
But somehow as winter came in<br />
We found a home<br />
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A twined beamed arc<br />
Twinned our ghosted souls<br />
Bound by separation<br />
Made somehow whole<br />
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The band goes on forever<br />
Bound in mystery <br />
We'll part never<br />
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3. MY PRIMITIVE JOY<br />
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Sometime last spring in the Cascade Range<br />
When the first warm winds did blow<br />
I watched a river burst its banks<br />
And flood the fields below <br />
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On the ridge looking down<br />
I got drunk on red red wine<br />
It was so good you know I thought somehow<br />
This sweet world could stay mine<br />
<br />
But I awoke so alone<br />
And darkness traced the trees<br />
And I felt as I left that place<br />
A wild and patterned grief<br />
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Then freed of all sense of pain<br />
Listening for a human voice<br />
I wound my way back through the rain<br />
Forgetting my primitive joy<br />
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I was making love with Cassie<br />
She looked me in the eye<br />
And said you must not be afraid<br />
Don't look away if our love should die<br />
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"What do you mean?" I said<br />
She said I think you know<br />
Love marked in time in time may go<br />
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Then she smiled and said<br />
Don't fall in love<br />
With what fools enjoy<br />
But I'd already fallen back<br />
Dreaming... about my…<br />
Primitive joy<br />
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They say each muttered prayer<br />
From each loosened tongue<br />
To heaven finally flies<br />
That each tender care and dream unsung<br />
Must have a home on high<br />
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But we are born bound in time,<br />
Slaves to mystery<br />
And so I wonder<br />
If these hopes at last will abandon me<br />
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And I'm a fool and I'm in love<br />
With what time destroys<br />
Yet somehow still I'll rest with you<br />
My secret soul,<br />
You, my primitive joy<br />
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4. BEAUTIFUL GIRL <br />
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I knew a girl, she was a world<br />
Contained and complete<br />
In her dream was a gleam<br />
There were jewels at her feet<br />
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She wrote the names of the poets<br />
High up in the sky<br />
In her hand was a talisman<br />
Against false words that die<br />
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Yes she was a beautiful girl<br />
She tried to be someone else<br />
An undisguised foot soldier<br />
In undeclared war on herself<br />
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She knew the downtown martyr<br />
With his roses for the poor<br />
He spoke like a holy father<br />
As she huddled in his door<br />
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Her mother said what's wrong with you<br />
Her sister held up her hand<br />
“Tell us what’s wrong with you,<br />
We don't understand…”<br />
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Ensnared in deep slavery<br />
In each form and abyss<br />
She lived beneath the storm<br />
Beyond each stranger’s kiss<br />
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Her days grew to cruelty<br />
No she couldn’t quit<br />
She walked the streets a bleeding beast<br />
She never got over it <br />
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Yes she was a good girl<br />
Tender beneath her pain<br />
She bargained hard for her sanity<br />
And vanished like the rain<br />
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I knew a girl, she was a world<br />
Contained and complete<br />
In her dream was a gleam<br />
There were jewels at her feet<br />
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As roses reach forever<br />
In wild sprays untamed<br />
I'll seek her face forever<br />
And always call her name<br />
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5. WHOSE FAULT BUT MINE?<br />
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Whose fault but mine?<br />
I was blind, I fell behind<br />
The silver bells that chime<br />
Through every street back and forth in rhyme<br />
Yes I hear them sing and they sing for me<br />
Half-remembered dreams they sing for me<br />
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Whose fault but mine?<br />
I looked up from my windowsill<br />
And every sun aligned<br />
In every sky over Mission Hill<br />
Are all these strangers only passerby?<br />
I thought I knew them well but my senses lie<br />
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Whose fault but mine?<br />
Phantoms rise, in shapes converge<br />
All down the line <br />
They're gone again in a spiral surge<br />
Soot in sunlight – oh my soul I am reclaimed<br />
Despite all I thought I am reclaimed!<br />
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Whose fault but mine?<br />
I was blind, I fell behind<br />
The seven bells that chime<br />
Down River Street back and forth in rhyme<br />
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Whose fault but mine? Whose fault but mine?<br />
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6. LET ME KNOW HOW TO FIND YOU<br />
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Let me know how to find you<br />
Should circumstance blind you<br />
Or false friends prove a mirror most unkind<br />
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Let me know how to see you<br />
Should circumstance free you<br />
But doubting you’re still confined<br />
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If the wind whispers a curse<br />
Or silence proves worse<br />
Won’t you speak though it’s a dream<br />
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In the twilight streets that glimmer<br />
I hear your sweet songs shimmer<br />
As radios fade and even dust must gleam<br />
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When strangers make you pay a price<br />
For the lies they call advice<br />
Whose certainties hypnotize your heart<br />
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Let me know how to find you <br />
If there’s no one left behind you<br />
And you see the end must start<br />
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7. WHOSE FACE?<br />
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Whose face at the window?<br />
Whose hand on the door?<br />
There's light, there's light, there's light<br />
From the ceiling to the floor<br />
Whose face at the window?<br />
Whose hand on the door?<br />
There's light, there's light, there's light<br />
Like never before<br />
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Innocent again, beyond dreaming<br />
Innocent again, not beyond blame<br />
So your deathless soul climbs to its heaven<br />
You're free, yes, just the same<br />
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The silence of the dark steals upon you<br />
Its warm heart beats like a drum<br />
Whisper your secrets now they are fleeting<br />
Nightfall now has come<br />
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The mirror of this world reflecting<br />
The savagery of both flesh and sky<br />
Gives you up, now rest, sweet pilgrim,<br />
Forever - peace - bye and bye<br />
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8. DARKNESS IS A RIDER<br />
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Darkness is a rider<br />
Bane to good hope<br />
In every mother's son<br />
Darkness is a rider<br />
Granting absolution<br />
Where crime there is none<br />
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Paranoia camera moving in<br />
The angle couldn't be much tighter<br />
As every stranger's face gapes inside a grin<br />
Remember darkness is a rider<br />
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Darkness is a rider<br />
With raw beating heart<br />
Through your window he'll start<br />
Darkness is a rider<br />
He'll pluck your mystery<br />
With cruel cunning art<br />
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Give me release, or some kind of peace<br />
My burden could be so much lighter<br />
For you who made my soul also made the beast<br />
Whose darkness is a rider<br />
<br />
Darkness is a rider<br />
Drawing curtains close<br />
Against the ghost of the sun<br />
Darkness is a rider<br />
Granting absolution<br />
Where crime there is none<br />
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9. WHO IS MY BROTHER?<br />
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Who is my brother?<br />
Who burns in the street?<br />
Ignored and despised<br />
Who secretly weeps?<br />
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Whose fear is unyielding<br />
To dreamlike regret<br />
Who pain feeding on him<br />
Must more pain beget<br />
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Is my brother lost to me?<br />
Who sang along the shore<br />
Of the river running backwards<br />
To heaven's gated door<br />
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It was he I loved the best<br />
His joy still I scorned<br />
And so betrayed my brother<br />
Whose hopes died unborn<br />
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Who is my brother?<br />
What is his need?<br />
Whose heart with self-loathing<br />
And sorrow does bleed<br />
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Who is my brother?<br />
Have you seen him yet?<br />
Whose city is burning<br />
With fear and regret?<br />
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10. HAVE YOU BEEN TO THE CITY?<br />
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Have you been to the city<br />
Whose light bathes her in gold?<br />
Green hills swarm around her<br />
Her secrets to enfold<br />
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Whose daughters sing forever<br />
Across the great divide<br />
Have you been to the city<br />
Stranded and denied?<br />
<br />
Have you been to the city<br />
In lilac Easter time?<br />
Children drift in daydream white<br />
Along the Palatine<br />
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They're bearing gifts forever<br />
Numbered, without name<br />
Have you been to the city<br />
Losing in a loser's game?<br />
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Have you been to the city<br />
Inside a stranger world?<br />
You give yourself so easily,<br />
Senses unfurled<br />
<br />
What called you on forever,<br />
Mystery unbound?<br />
Were you there in the city<br />
Thinking you had been found?michael tarboxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10528036966137202168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4420065392476401917.post-57739747673632780912009-11-21T05:58:00.000-08:002009-11-21T06:24:51.995-08:00Thank You<br>Thanks to everyone who pre-ordered My Primitive Joy. Your contributions covered all production costs, and I'm grateful for your help.<br />
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Without your support the release of My Primitive Joy would have been considerably delayed. Thanks for believing in my music and helping me get the new songs out. <br />
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Michaelmichael tarboxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10528036966137202168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4420065392476401917.post-21790214894306757462009-09-25T07:32:00.000-07:002009-09-25T13:42:02.753-07:00Sequencing And Sounds<br>I've been grappling with sequencing the album's song order for the last few days, and I'm psyched that it's come together... each song now follows the last with what I think is a good organic feel. <br />
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Most of the songs are short and sweet, and even after living with - and inside - them for a while I have to say I love the way they sound. Scott's production is great, leaving lots of room for space that's not empty, but animated by the way sound resonates in his studio. <br />
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One of the highlights of going back through the songs was rediscovering, through good speakers, "At Dusk," the album's first track. It features beautiful, almost otherworldly, playing from Scott on string bass, Robby Cosenza on drums and Jimmy C. Clarke on trumpet and violin. <br />
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With sequencing done, and album art nearing completion, we're moving towards production. I'm happy with the way things are going and eager to share the new songs. <br />
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Thanks for your support!<br />
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Michaelmichael tarboxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10528036966137202168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4420065392476401917.post-76123307983533669962009-09-20T03:09:00.000-07:002009-09-29T02:37:09.865-07:00Album Art, Apace<br>I've been getting album graphics together with design guru David Landis, whose stellar work has in the past graced Tarbox Ramblers posters and T-Shirts. Brainstorming with him for this project has been, as always, a blast. What we have so far is looking great, and I suspect it'll only get better in the coming days. I'm happy to be getting it all off the ground...michael tarboxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10528036966137202168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4420065392476401917.post-19883494059809757102009-08-13T07:34:00.001-07:002009-09-20T02:19:44.639-07:00About Some Of The Songs<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtGJlxPMM0GlyeuVVGUREgYOqneI7e3lzIryKq05Zxmd8Xs_3WanZVxbZ3nHoGf2F7Rm-pw28Jpi68qETXDnzT_pmGR7GCHrhixRfzFnxZ5TuuSsqadTTzCyJjkjtQ1x5p-ZRGc2TzqNkI/s1600-h/medium_Tarbox+CROP+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 184px; height: 161px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtGJlxPMM0GlyeuVVGUREgYOqneI7e3lzIryKq05Zxmd8Xs_3WanZVxbZ3nHoGf2F7Rm-pw28Jpi68qETXDnzT_pmGR7GCHrhixRfzFnxZ5TuuSsqadTTzCyJjkjtQ1x5p-ZRGc2TzqNkI/s200/medium_Tarbox+CROP+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381673147494199042" /></a><span style="font-weight:bold;">Whose Fault But Mine?</span> compact song about seeing signs and trusting omens in the city.... "Soot in sunlight, oh my soul I am reclaimed..." <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Whose Face? </span>- written for a friend's film - in the end unmade - "Whose Face?" was originally intended for a deathbed scene about a gangster's last moments.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">My Primitive Joy </span>- Robby's drums and Jimmy C. Clarke on pedal steel bring it all home. Its relaxed feel was something new for us, and I love Jimmy's solo.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Have You Been To The City?</span> - hope to disappointment, innocence to oblivion... mood somehow reminiscent of Charlie Patton's exile sentiment "I've been to the nation but I couldn't stay there..."<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">November Song</span> - my marriage song for Judy.... Scott's drumming and, as with his playing on "Have You Been To The City?", what he does is perfect for the song. He also produced, getting a great vocal sound.michael tarboxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10528036966137202168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4420065392476401917.post-64972103073782394782009-08-13T06:19:00.000-07:002009-09-17T18:00:47.564-07:00Musicians On My Primitive Joy Include...<br><span style="font-weight:bold;">Scott McEwen</span> (producer, string bass, drums, guitar and piano): Scott lent his experimental sensibility and ideas to every song on the album, honing them with crazy analog wisdom. He made it all happen...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Jimmy C. Clark </span>(pedal steel, violin, trumpet): Jimmy's a musician's musician who tours with Loretta Lynn. Hearing him create harmonies and arrangements on the fly was one of the most amazing studio experiences I've ever had.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Robby Cosenza</span> (drums): I'm a huge fan of Robby's awesomely fierce drumming. His work here - on "My Primitive Joy" and "At Dusk"- is artful and subdued... <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">JJ Murphy</span> (drums): JJ's playing and production insights - like how girl group sounds were worth keeping in mind while recording - make "Whose Fault But Mine?" one of my favorite songs on the record. His outrageous stories between takes also made our sessions a blast.michael tarboxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10528036966137202168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4420065392476401917.post-15077881403205441392009-08-03T08:03:00.000-07:002009-09-15T04:06:55.059-07:00Recording, Part 1: The Fry Pharmacy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi13dpyNJTRoBAXDrrciXYtKUV4txk10D-xxUFpkBw5G1Ntt4IN6Ybmon_VNU0sB4ELV3kMe8fPwxfv0dQ6bh6tws60i_C0WcHFcFvV4ZkqMoFnXPS1a1YWm5kaQKqPNcTLzslLcP_Bbkjy/s1600-h/FRY+PHARMACY+PHOTO.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 163px; height: 83px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi13dpyNJTRoBAXDrrciXYtKUV4txk10D-xxUFpkBw5G1Ntt4IN6Ybmon_VNU0sB4ELV3kMe8fPwxfv0dQ6bh6tws60i_C0WcHFcFvV4ZkqMoFnXPS1a1YWm5kaQKqPNcTLzslLcP_Bbkjy/s320/FRY+PHARMACY+PHOTO.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381647172228005074" /></a><br />Waiting for morning coffee, I'll tell you something about the music I recorded for the new CD... first of all, though, you must know something about The Fry Pharmacy, the studio the songs were recorded in... It's in Nashville, or more specifically in Old Hickory, just outside Nashville, out by the lake that Johnny Cash made his home on. (Parenthetically: Johnny's old house burnt to the ground a few years back. We in the Ramblers have theorized that it committed suicide upon learning that it had been recently purchased by one of the Gibb Brothers, of Bee Gees fame.)<br /><br />Anyway, back to The Fry Pharmacy. It's owned by Scott McEwen, the Ramblers bass player, who acquired it a few years back.... the place was indeed once a drug store, built in the 1920s (or was it the 30s?), and operating for thirty-odd years until closing its doors in the early 1960s. <br /><br />It remained dusty and shuttered for forty years; when Scott first walked throughout its reopened doors he found himself inside a ghosted time capsule... Tin ceilings. Cryptic graffitti scrawl on the walls in childlike hand. Walls the weird institutional pale green that was everywhere in the 50s and 60s but is rarely seen today (needless to say we think of that ghastly green as one of the colors of a lost childhood and so, perhaps perversely, it evokes pleasant memories).<br /><br />COFFEE'S HERE... let's drink it! More soon on the Fry Pharmacy and the work we did there...michael tarboxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10528036966137202168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4420065392476401917.post-35145028878400948632009-08-03T08:01:00.000-07:002009-09-14T18:25:17.427-07:00Recording, Part 2: The Fry Pharmacy, Continued<br>So, as I was saying, the Fry Pharmacy Studio graces the hills of Old Hickory with a certain dusty primitive splendor. It's a grimy gem whoses essence was sensed and enhanced when Scott, The Fry's proud owner, filled it with the tape machines whose acquisition has, over the years, become his life pursuit. These tape recorders are the faithful relics of the pre-digital; their whirring, mechanical personalities have largely disappeared from the studio scene as computers replaced them.<br /><br />Still, who can deny the beauty of the sounds captured by these creaky beasts? Scott's crazy treasures include a machine that's recorded the pride of Michigan - The Stooges, The White Stripes and The Detroit Cobras... machines like it also recorded masterpieces like "Sticky Fingers." And tucked away in a corner you'll find a tape recorder just like the one used to capture - with gorgeous, breathtaking subtlety - the genius of "Kind of Blue." <br /><br />And when these machines are turned on, they produce smells - the slightest scent of dust burnt off as tubes warm up - and heat. Like all living animals do.<br /><br />So you get the picture... the ghostly past is present, alive in the hills off a highway just outside old Nashville.michael tarboxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10528036966137202168noreply@blogger.com0