There for a while it was looking tense for some of my friends based in Colorado. I’m worthless as a dancer, so a few steps of the the ol’ rain dance was outta the question – I’d probably just cause more fires!
So I went into the ol’ All Natural Studio and finished up the song as quickly as I could. The resulting bluegrass style tune is better than I’d hoped given how much time I had to spend. I submitted the tune to the Rain Dance page on Facebook and hope it will help them do some good.
Colorado isn’t the only place that could use a few rain vibes right now. So why don’t you hop over to the songs page, snag yourself a download, give it some plays and think rainy thoughts for them as need it! Oh yeah… and share it with folks you know and ask them to do likewise!
The 1980′s. Remember? Designer version of the 1950s? MiamiVice pink and aqua everywhere you looked? Ronald Raygun the Sincere? Coffee Achievers? Iran-Contra? De Lorean? Yuppies? Cocaine?
I’m old enough to remember that decade when cocaine became the recreational pharmaceutical of fashion (though I’d rather forget most of it). One thing about it I had managed to totally forget was this song, which I most likely wrote as a result of the onset of middle-age. Oddly, it was the untimely death of singer Whitney Houston in March, 2012 that dredged it up from the depths. (Although she didn’t die from a coke overdose, the blow was reported to be a contributing factor).
Reading the headlines triggered the thought “Hey, I once wrote a song about doing cocaine!” The gears started churning and by the end of the day I had the lyrics written down and started working out the guitar chords. Human RAM is an amazing thing because it all came flooding back and within a couple of days I had the guitar and vocal tracks you hear on this recording.
There’ no banjo in this one. It just didn’t work. I may be banjo-centric these days, but I’m not banjo obsessive-compulsive (although some might argue that point).
Although the song pokes fun at the zaniness of the 80s, it must actually have been written in the early 1990s because the politician verse was definitely inspired by the story of the then mayor of Washington D.C. Marion Barry. Despite having everything going for him, he went in for doing coke, got busted, went to the slammer. That was in 1990, so the song was written somewhere around that time.
LISTEN TO DOIN’ COCAINE:
The Rude, Bad, Evil Version
During the recording sessions I added another verse to the song. It contains some rude language that would get a movie a PG-13 rating. Why? Because I was feeling cranky, ornery. Why? I’d been following the Republican primary elections in the U.S.
OK, so now you’re warned about it. And you still want it?
It’s a year to the day since this fool launched this foolish little venture. Didn’t manage to do everything I’d hoped to do when I started, but did more than I thought I actually would. It’s been fun so far, and there is more to come. I’d like to personally thank everyone who became a faithful fan during this first year of my coming out as a songwriter. One of these days I swear I’m gonna buy you both a beer!
The Question of the Summer has been asked: What does the title of Robert’s latest song mean?? Many were the guesses. None won the Golden Panatella. It’s now time for The Answer, and who better to deliver it than the Sage of the Sixties? So without further ado…
LISTEN NOW: "Oodaloddie-A" — a nonsense rhyme for nonsensical times
This is essentially a protest song. Social criticism has been the metier of troubadours for a long time, and this song is certainly that. The song is about, and was inspired by, the short-sighted and socially irresponsible greed that has been the hallmark of politics and business in the 21st century thus far.
This song was written in response to an overload of nonsense. First there was Russia deciding to change the laws for people in the process of obtaining residence. As usual, no thought given to the application. So to make a long story short, I was suddenly required to leave my home of 11 years, my wife and family, and leave the country for a period of 3 months. With 8 days advanced notice. Nonsense overload #1.
Girlfriends are great, aren’t they? I mean, they’ve inspired a lot of guys to write a lot music since music was just banging a couple of rocks together. So the newest song released in my Banjo-centric project, Morning Dew, was inspired by one of those. (Girlfriends, not rocks.)
The year was 1990. The place was the heartland of America. The time was the height of Insane Gulf War I. The girlfriend was Arab. Which did not go over well with my gung-ho neighbors in said American heartland. Never mind that she was Lebanese, from a Christian family, spoke flawless English. But hey, knee-jerking morons will be knee-jerking morons, this is all water long since over the dam, and my native country has gone on to new and improved insanity. The reason I bring it up is because it bears on the title of this song. Said girlfriend’s name meant, essentially, morning dew in Arabic.
The song was written while the relationship was in full swing, but it was prophetic of the eventual outcome. It was that short-sweet-hard-to-beat affair that blindsides everyone once in a lifetime (at least I sincerely hope so). But really, it was doomed from the outset. No, not cultural differences or anything like that. She was (and I presume still is) an intellectual. I was, and still am, a banjo player. How do these things happen? Lord have mercy on us poor worms here below.
So anyway… take a listen to this banjo-centric folk-rock song and let me know what you think: