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Thursday, June 5, 2014

La Vendetta....Double Down

Double Down 
This is me, 
There’s no need to be alarmed. 
It’s no test, 
I’m counting eggs on the dinosaur farm. 

I’m from a different place, another time. 
Concrete absolutes, not pantomime. 
A relic of the past, lost in exile. 
A life burned in wax, not digital 

Filed away, 
The Patriot Act has the last say
Every breath, 
Every site has been cached 
I’m Watching you 
You’re watching me 
I watch you, 
You watch me. 

Ante up,
 We’re going double down. 
Liberty: I’m Watching you, 
You’re watching me. 
Liberty: Around the clock surveillance 
Sets you free. 
Liberty: I’m Watching you, 
You’re watching me.

Wednesday, June 4, 2014

La Vedetta.... lyrics- Talking to Myself

Talking to Myself
Ten minutes, yeah, I pray 
I can hold it together for another day. 
Play along the best I can do 
To hold it together until the day is through. 

Keep mocking, 
I’m sleepwalking, 
Keep it to myself. 
Keep knocking, 
I’ll keep blocking 
Talking to myself. 
Yeah, I’ll just keep on 
Talking to myself 

Anti-social, not a clue 
What that means, what to do 
This code I can’t crack 
Can’t run the race, can’t find the track 

Keep mocking, 
I’m sleepwalking, 
Keep it to myself. 
Keep knocking, 
I’ll keep blocking 
Talking to myself. 
Yeah, I’ll just keep on 
Talking to myself 

Not a funhouse with a view 
Straight ahead, barrel through 
No left turn, no right, 
Can’t turn around, not tonight 

Keep mocking, 
I’m sleepwalking, 
Keep it to myself. 
Keep knocking, 
I’ll keep blocking 
Talking to myself. 

Not shocking, 
No not shocking, 
I need no one else. 
 Keep knocking, 
I’ll keep blocking 
Talking to myself. 
Yeah, I’ll just keep on 
Talking to myself.

Tuesday, June 3, 2014

La Vedetta.... lyrics- Bulletproof

Bulletproof 
There’s a pill for every road 
I could want to take. 
There’s a road for every pill 
You could want to make. 

Give me something new 
Bring it on, bring it on- 
Giving me something to 
Make me bulletproof. 
Bulletproof 

There’s a pill that keeps me calm, 
Calm enough to sleep. 
Another pill to keep me hard, 
That’s the one that I’ll keep. 

Give me something new 
Bring it on, bring it on- 
Giving me something to 
Make me bulletproof. 
 Bulletproof 

I reload automatic 
From the pharmacy. 
Pop the clip, bite my lip 
That’s my remedy. 
Give me something new 
Bring it on, bring it on- 
Giving me something to Make me bulletproof.

Monday, June 2, 2014

La Vedetta.... lyrics- Silent Water

Silent Water 
Take a ride and get what you want. 
Take a ride and get what you need, 
Don’t think twice. 
Don’t think twice. 

Moving…. 
Moving…. 
Moving…. 
Into the silent water. 

It’s a long way home, enjoy the ride. 
The fruit is sweeter on the other side, 
Just take a bite. 
Just take a bite. 

All these decisions and choices in life- 
Too many monsters chase your dreams away. 
A little swim will put it right 
The water’s nice. 
The water’s nice. 

Mama’s little baby ain’t a baby no more 
Mama’s little lady don’t know the score 
On the other side. 
On the other side. 

Moving…. 
Moving…. 
Moving…. 
Into the silent water. 

The fruit is sweeter on the other side. 
It’s a long way home, enjoy the ride. 
Don’t think twice. 
Don’t think twice

Sunday, June 1, 2014

La Vedetta.... lyrics- Sanctuary and the High Cost of Misery

Sanctuary & the High Cost of Misery 
Moving forward, hoping to free 
Loosen the tension between you and me. 
Stacking up one brick at a time 
A wall between us that we couldn’t climb. 

No second thoughts our indecision 
Was being alone, not being alone. 
Take a look inside this house, 
No one’s home. 

We started digging, digging a well. 
We built a place for sorrow to dwell. 
An empty place for tears uncried, 
A hollow place where tears run dry. 

No second thoughts our indecision 
Was being alone, not being alone. 
Take a look inside this house, 
No one’s home. 

We have a separate peace 
This hollow space 
Being alone, not being alone. 
But it’s so dark inside this place 
That I can’t see your face.

Friday, May 30, 2014

La Vedetta.... lyrics- Let it Go

Let it Go 
Let it Go 
When you feel you’re gonna blow, 
Walk away, 
Let it go. 
Let it Go 
When you feel you’re gonna blow, 
Walk away, Let it go. 

Do you remember when 
We were young, invincible? 
We’d never been stung 
Cynicism hadn’t begun. 

Hadn’t lost our innocence 
We trusted everyone. 
We’d never lose 
Lose what we’d won. 

We’ll never get it back 
But I’ll tell you- 
I’ll tell you that 
No matter how much, or how long 
This world tears you down- 
It’s never too late. 
It’s never too late.
It’s never too late to turn it around 
If you just let it go.

Thursday, May 29, 2014

La Vedetta.... lyrics-A Dish served Cold

A Dish Best Served Cold 
A pack of coyotes slowly closing in 
A cat and mouse game -the mouse in the trap 
The Hounds of Hell ready to attack 

Devil on patrol one Tuesday night, 
Armed with a badge- looking for a fight. 
Pushing every limit to the point of no return, 
You know it. 

Knocked him down again. 

A pack of coyotes slowly closing in 
Fear and confusion (slowly closing in) 
Latch onto the prey, tear it limb from limb 
A cat and mouse game -the mouse in the trap 
The Hounds of Hell ready to attack. 

No animal I know of kills like this. 
To serve and protect, kill like this. 
Took the eyes of Lady Justice, 
Ripped them from the sockets. 

Knocked him down again. 

Revenge is a dish best served cold 
We will never forgive 
This story will be told. 
With this pen I’m going to fuck you up. 


Wednesday, May 28, 2014

La Vendetta lyrics .......Ricochet Heart

Ricochet Heart 
Near the beginning is where we start 
Stuck together not blown apart- 
Love is a weapon in your hand 
Unholy war in high demand. 

Magnetic distraction cat and mouse 
Strapped together playing house. 
Ten second warning of what’s in store 
Love is a battle, love is war. 

Blown apart, 
Ricochet heart. 
Blown apart,
 Ricochet…. 
Ricochet heart. 

 Love is a weapon in your hand 
Unholy war in high demand. 
Ten second warning of what’s in store 
Love is a battle, love is war. 
 Torn apart, Ricochet heart. 
Torn apart, Ricochet heart. 
Torn apart, Ricochet…. 
Ricochet heart.

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

La Vedetta.... lyrics- Rinse Cycle

Rinse Cycle       
Flyboy and a Spiderbaby 
Sitting on the edge of a web 
Talking about Seven Deadly Spins 
And the night ahead 

You can spin, you can spin 
You can spin, you can spin 
Again and again and again and again 
You can spin and again 

Seven Deadly Spinners all went one day
Working on the graveyard shift to wash their spins away 
Got caught up in the chaos, caught up in the mesh 
Couldn’t wash the stains away from the party dress 

You can spin, you can spin 
You can spin, you can spin 
Again and again and again and again 
You can spin and again 

You hot mess I can’t wash you out. 
Because some stains Don’t come clean……..

Monday, May 26, 2014

La Vedetta.... lyrics- Fukushima Lemon Twist

Fukushima Lemon Twist 
Twisting on the end of a fork 
In the warm California sun. 
Another reactor blew its cork 
Across the Pacific pond. 

Let’s party- beach party! 
Clambake- Atomic Dip 
Let’s party- beach party! 
Fukushima Lemon Twist! 

Frontier justice in the waves 
As our greed comes home to roost 
Now we get what we gave 
When we put our necks in a nuclear noose 

Let’s party- beach party! 
Clambake- Atomic Stew- 
Let’s party- beach party! 
Okinawa Soba too. 
Let’s party- beach party! 
Shiitake Mushroom Soup- 
Let’s party- beach party! 
Fukushima Lemon Twist! 

Volleyball on the sand- 
Beach Blanket Bingo- 
Fukushima Lemon Twist! 
Let’s twist! 
Fukushima Lemon Twist! 
Let’s twist!

Sunday, May 25, 2014

La Vedetta.... lyrics- Thirty Seconds to Malibu

Thirty Seconds to Malibu 
Playing with the big boys
 Down in the ditch. 
Over by Devil’s Gate 
Under Suicide Bridge. 

What is the dividing line? 
Alchemy or Chemistry? 
Scientist, 
Anarchist, 
Loose cannon, 
Lit fuse,
Hellraiser, 
Born to lose. 

Thirty seconds. 
Thirty seconds to Malibu. 

Suicide squad 
Kicked out of school
 In the Arroyo Seco 
With solid rocket fuel. 

What is the dividing line? 
Alchemy or Chemistry? 
Scientist, Anarchist, 
Loose cannon, 
Lit fuse, 
Hellraiser, 
Born to lose. 

Thirty seconds.
Thirty seconds to Malibu.

Saturday, May 24, 2014

La Vendetta..... lyrics..... Monolith on the Mount Lake Terrace

Monolith on the Mountlake Terrace 
Are you ready? 
Ready, steady, blast-off! 
Are you ready? 
Ready, steady, blast-off! 


Got him an idea 
To put me in a dress. 
Tell of God’s children 
They won’t have to confess. 

Are you ready? 
Ready, steady, blast-off! 
Are you ready? 
Ready, steady, blast-off! 

Go tell it on the mountain 
Tell Big Bad Otis, too. 
Tell all of God’s children- 
There’s a bone-saw hash pipe 
Just for you. 

Are you ready? 
Ready, steady, blast-off! 
Are you ready? 
Ready, steady, blast-off! 

Monolith on Mountlake Terrace. 
Monolith on Mountlake Terrace. 
Monolith on Mountlake Terrace. 
Monolith on the Mountlake Terrace.

Friday, May 23, 2014

La Vendetta....lyrics.... The Last Laugh

The Last Laugh 
White Flag down and I give up 
The joke’s on us and I’ve had enough. 

Prankster, mirth maker, 
Prankster, joker, you thief. 
Prankster, mirth maker, 
Prankster, joker, you thief. 

Don’t you know 
We aren’t finished yet? 
Waiting on you, 
How could you forget? 

Prankster, mirth maker, 
Prankster, joker, you thief. 
Prankster, mirth maker, 
Prankster, joker, you thief. 

The last laugh. 

The greatest prank of all 
The joke’s on us. 
White Flag down and I give up. 

Prankster, mirth maker, 
Prankster, joker, you thief. 
Prankster, mirth maker, 
Prankster, joker, you thief. 

The last laugh. 

White Flag down and I give up.

Thursday, May 22, 2014

La Vendetta lyrics...... Sludge

Sludge 
One Hundred six is the magic number
Up the East River to the Continental Shelf. 
It’s a tough sell to dump in the Atlantic 
Nobody says, “Build a plant next to me” 
Twenty million dollars will send it straight to the sea. 
Sludge 

Southbound rail straight to the heart…. 
Bush style, seal it with a kiss. 
Sixty thousands poisons make a Texas Cocktail 
Intoxicated town no one will miss. 
Let your conscience flush it all into the dirt. Sludge

Wednesday, May 21, 2014

La Vedetta...... lyrics Formula 13

Formula 13 
Cheetahs “67 on Venice Beach. 
Big Brother waiting on Venice Beach. 
Crush them up into tiny pieces, 
Gonna fix- fix this bad hair day. 
Mandy’s in the gel-gel shaking, 
Gonna dance 
Dance the night away. 

Shake it, shake it Mandy Candy. 
Come on Mandy, shake it up. 
Shake it, shake it Mandy Candy. 
Come on Mandy, shake it up. 
Come on Mandy, shake it up. 
Shake it, shake it Mandy Candy.
 Shake it, shake it Mandy Candy. 
Come on Mandy, shake it up. 

Crush them up in tiny pieces 
Gonna fix this melted face. 
Mandy’s in the gel-gel shaking, 
Gonna dance 
Dance out of this place. 
Shake it. 
Crush them up into tiny pieces, 
Gonna fix- fix this bad hair day. 
Mandy’s in the gel-gel shaking, 
Gonna dance 
Dance the night away.

Tuesday, May 20, 2014

La Vedetta.... lyrics- Nothing Left to Say

Nothing Left to Say 
Once there was a time I thought I had the key 
I believed in you You believed in me. 
 I grabbed a pen and tried to express 
In letters never sent. 
It couldn’t last, 
The moment passed- 
The moment slipped away…. 
The moment slipped away…. 

Once there was a time 
We were young and free. 
When I could talk to you 
You could talk to me. 
Now here we are, yes, here we are 
Pretending that we care. 
Searching for a reason that 
We know isn’t there. 

There’s nothing left to say.

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Ten Singers

A task as daunting as choosing ten singers who had an impact on me is about as difficult as choosing 5 desert island albums, or narrowing down a mixtape to 45 minutes. I tried to determine who and how and why the following ten were chosen, and I essentially broke it down to a few criteria. The first was that the singer had to be fluid as a writer and as a performer. In other words, it couldn’t be splintered.


There are singers who influenced me as writers, for example Jeff Atta of the Middle Class and Patti Smith are singers who were more important to me as poets and for their poetic style. In fact it was Jeff Atta and his friend Norma who taught me that lyrics didn’t need to be stupid.They just needed to be good.


There are singers who had a specific vocal style was a bigger influence on me than their performance or lyrics. Darby Crash, for example, had a vocal style that I really loved when I was younger. I still do, actually. I liked his lyrics, but they weren’t always consistent. While the nihilism and hedonism intrigued me as a young man, it didn’t stay with me long after that. Rik L. Rik had an incredible voice, but the body of work was limited and sparse, often released after the bands were disbanded, or songs reworked so many times that they weren’t the blistering sonic booms that they were when first recorded. Did I love his voice and performance? Absolutely. Lou Reed, who had a distinctive voice and style, and many times wrote the greatest songs on Earth. As a performer I always found him to be way too relaxed.  HR, once an amazing and engaging performer, has over time become more of a favorite of mine due to his truly amazing voice over all else.


Then there are the performers, those singers who put on a great show. Here I would include Jonathan Richman who can dance and tell stories that bring joy and tears, Iggy Pop who is the greatest performer in rock and roll hands down. Jack Grisham has an imposing smile and a mischievous glint in his eyes that is both disarming and dangerous. Jeff Dahl who has flair and style and bravado, and Keith Morris who has always been a firecracker armed with a microphone. That isn’t to say they lack writing or vocal style, it’s just that their performance is what captured and held me.


So. With all of that nonsense as a set up, I narrowed the field down to these ten singers. I chose them based on their recorded works whether film or audio, as well as performances based on the same, and live shows if I was lucky enough to catch them. Finally, it was based on influence and longevity of influence.


There is no way to do any justice to these people, so I will try to keep it brief. which is highly unlikely….


Before I Joined a Band
Long before I ever dreamed of being in a band I discovered the love for music and loved to listen to the radio. I was especially fond of KRLA and KHJ in Los Angeles, both of them provided a rich diversity of oldies rock and roll in the late 1960’s well into the 1970’s at which point I started to gravitate toward album rock and Dr. Demento. Singers drew me in, and it was stuff that my mom introduced me to such as Buddy Holly and the Beatles, as well as accidental self discoveries like the Kinks, the Stones, and the Pink Floyd  that first got me interested in songs, and structures, and patterns, and the pure joy and exhilaration of it all.


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1. Little Richard- From the moment I heard the wail of Little Richard and saw that crazy hair, I was in. Little Richard’s voice,  the catchiness and double entendres, and the wild, over the top performances appealed to me as much when I first heard him as it does right now. I think he’s one of the greatest rock and roll singers of all time.
Little Richard- Long Tall Sally
Little Richard- Lucille



2. Jim Morrison- While I like the poetry and cadence of Jim Morrison’s delivery, what drew me in was his dreamy drift-away speaks and ad-libs. This was compliments of a great band of course. I loved that Morrison would just close his eyes and groove; and he’d just let go. There is something very appealing to me about the laissez faire of it all. As much as I love Mick Jaggers swing and sing, Jim Morrison took it to a much darker place.
The Doors- The End


3. Janis Joplin- Janis Joplin has a voice that is so crystal clear on an emotional high and low that she makes me laugh, enjoy, and cry. She’s like the soundtrack of life. So much soul, beauty and charisma. High crescendos, devastating heartbreak and dissolution. I suppose that Janis brought the blues to singers the way Cream and the Yardbirds brought them to guitarists. To be honest, i think it is because of my love for Janis Joplin that I love Dinosaur Jr.
Big Brother & the Holding Company- Ball and Chain
Janis Joplin- Cry Baby


4. Bon Scott- The AC/DC frontman on the first five or so albums had a distinctive voice and a bark/snarl that I couldn’t- and still can’t- resist. He was awesome live, funny, and engaging. I loved the denim, what-the-fuck-ever attitude as much as I loved his voice. The lyrics were catchy, anthemic, witty, crass, and simple. All of the longevity qualities I seek in a song, also apply to the singer.
AC/DC- Sin City



Early on in my Music Experience
In the late seventies there was a rush of great stuff that didn’t quite mesh with the slop that was played on local radio. Bands like Cheap Trick, Runaways, Ramones, Elvis Costello, Rick Derringer, and AC/DC were all releasing great music that even FM bands wouldn’t touch. In fact, the early releases of these bands made their way into my  hands via a kid that lived near me who got all of the promostuff. I would buy or trade them with him. KROQ  was still being run out of a pasadena hotel room and later out of some non descript building off of Los Robles, and college radio? What’s that?


Punk Rock came along and offered me my first attempts at  making legitimate noise. I started by using a cheap bass, Optigan Organ, and pots and pans- running it all through a stereo amplifier and recording it on cheap cassettes. Eventually I  was invited to join a band, and started making noise for people instead of for my pets. I had already begun going to see bands and was buying records from independent imprints. From 1979 to 1982 I began to absorb a different kind of rock and roll singer, and found a few that have remained favorites all of these years later.


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5. Chris D.- Chris D was the first singer I saw that could scream in a way that I thought his throat was bleeding. He wasn’t yelling some goofy lyrics, either, but wailing about life, drugs, heartbreak, and death He was a writer and a great poet as much as a singer, and his relaxed performance style could break out into cold sweat at any minute. As much as I loved John Doe/Exene, Jeff Atta, and Darby Crash, I thought he was the best lyricists around. His songs have withstood the test of time, and are every bit as engaging as they were the first time I heard them.
Flesheaters- No Questions Asked
Flesheaters- Live 1981


6. Jimmy Trash Decker- Jimmy Trash brought an accidental aura of trouble along with his great dayglo shirts and imposing size (I was under five feet tall the first time I saw him). Being within a few miles of the beach, Decker brought something unique and comfortable to me- he was from a similar place. I could relate to the experiences. He had charisma and was approachable. Over the years everything I first loved about Decker is still there- his nasal twang, his obvious beach drawl, his tan, and his incredible and unique vocals.


7. Robert Omlit- Robert Logan Omlit makes the list because I saw him as one of the people in music that showed not only how easy it was too be in a band, but made me understand that this was anyone’s game who wanted to play. A  relatively small, prematurely thinning hair, big coke bottle lenses in his specs, and quite possibly the most dangerous person I knew at the time, he would crumple on the floor and literally scream until the veins in his head bulged and passed out. A truly amazing vocalist.
Several Pamelas- I Know I’m Lovely



8. Ricky Williams- The singer of the Sleepers and later Toiling Midgets had all of the vocal mystique that I admired in singers like Joplin and Morrison, but with even more enigmatic qualities. Detached, spontaneous, and unpredictable. Lyrically heavy and disillusioned. An incredible voice that I would marvel at; Rik L. Rik and I spent many late nights in the mid-eighties dissecting the appeal and the lyrics of Ricky Williams
Sleepers- Sister Little
Sleepers- Title Unknown
Toiling Midgets- Before Trusting Ricky



Later In My Music Experience
By the time the 1990’s were upon us I was already a veteran singer, if you can call what I do singing. I still went to participate in live music, and still enjoyed hearing what my peers had to say. I guess I still do. Unlike many people who had drifted away, I found that the music was still as exciting and urgent as it was when I was sixteen. I also found that there were singers that could belt out a song with such force and power and conviction that I would leave some shows wondering what had just taken place was even real.


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9. Jon Wahl- Though I had known John peripherally since we were in high school, and though I had heard him play that far back, there was absolutely nothing on earth that prepared me for hearing him sing when he was in Clawhammer. Both live and on wax, John’s voice gave me pain in my throat every time I heard it. A desperate howl  trying to cut through the mayhem of a band who rocked so over the top that on a good night you knew you had just witnessed something so important and personal that it felt like you were reading someone’s sonic diary. A magnificent voice, and incredible lyricist.
Clawhammer- on Oddville
Clawhammer- Malthusian Blues


10. Scott Drake- The younger brother of Joneses singer/songwriter Jeff Drake took a similar, but unique direction with his bands the Suicide Kings and then the Humpers. A charismatic frontman, he has a voice that drips with ironic humor, bitter observation, and perseverance. Eyes rolling back in his head one minute, and breaking into a carefree dance the next moment, Scott Drake is a showman and a singer’s singer.  He still consistently releases great music, and his voice has all of the qualities it always had.
Lovesores- Fast Friends



There you have it. A perfect ten.