I want to get another band together.
Right now.
And play live, on the radio and the web.
But I can't (until tomorrow,maybe) , so I'll listen to some old songs instead. Let's start with a 1998 (or'99, not sure) performance by my old band, Polite Society. This song was written in the 80's byBobby Crockin , the drummer of another former band , Electric Whip. He was a schizophrenic who spent a lot of time locked up in Central State Hospital. He wrote this song about a fellow inmate, a gent by the name of William Whitelowe. WW had a real weird-on for hands and feet - I don't think Bobby liked him very much.
Bobby was a great drummer and a good friend when he wasn't flipping out. I hope he's OK, wherever he may be.
William Whitelowe
( by Bobby Crockin )
Allan C: Guitar, Vocals
Jerry Henry: Bass
Blee Child: Drums
Recorded live at Twister's , Richmond Va, date uncertain, by Jerry & Allan. Mixed by Allan.
Special thanks to Neil Young for letting me (literally) steal his thunder, if only for a moment.
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2000 was one hell of a white-knuckle year for me. I had a great job, lots of cash and a girlfriend, Alicia, that I was completely in love with. I also got arrested later that year-five (5) Federal charges for two (2) roaches.
Somehow, I convinced myself that Alicia felt the same about me as I did her, not realizing that I really didn't mean very much to her. I wrote this song for her, finishing it just a few minutes before she arrived at my house. I was going to give her a nice necklace and a song to go with it. (I may be a loser, but at least I'm a romantic loser) "I've got something to play for you", I said, starting the CD.
Too bad she had come over to break up w/me. We weren't as together as I thought.
Bummer.
A week later, on my birthday, she called and asked me to meet her at our favorite drinkery for Birthday Drinks. I went , but she never showed up. I went home and re-recorded the guitar solo and added the crazy synth break. I haven't seen Alicia since.
Mistaken
(by Allan c)
Allan: Guitars, bass, vocals, synth
Roland Arfive: Drumbot
Recorded by me on my 8-track, Sept 8, 2000.
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Speaking of getting arrested, if you've ever wondered what my blog would sound like if it were set to music, it would probably sound a lot like this "song". Going to all those fucking meetings was one of my life's lowest points, but this song was a "cult" hit among a select local AA crowd. Now that my probation is long-over , I can attach my name to it.
My Recovery
(by Allan C)
Allan: guitars, bass, vocal, synth and programming
Roland Arfive: Additional Botbeats
Recorded on the 8-track, summer 2000.
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18 months probation was what I got for crime against society. My body was so saturated w/ pot that I tested positive 60 days after my sentencing. I was looking at 5 years in Federal prison, a stay I was unlikely to suvive. I thought this might be the last thing I that ever recorded, so I made sure to outdo myself on the guitar. This whole song was wriiten and recorded in less than two hours- two scared hours.
I managed to get my probation officer to check the level of THC in my urine- as long as it continued to decrease, I was allowed to remain outside.
In the System
(by Allan C)
Allan: Guitars, Bass, Vocals,Percussion
Roland Arfive:Drumbot
The ol' 8-track strikes again.
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Finally, back to 1998 and Polite Society. This 80-second song was my way of saying "fuck you" to all the poser kids who say old guys can't play punk. In reality, old guys (and gals) invented it.
This is the shortest song I've ever written.
Crowdpleaser
(by Allan C)
Same band as Wm. Whitelowe.
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I hope you enjoyed one or more of these cheerful ditties. Thanks for listening,even if you hated it and fled after 10 seconds.
There's a lot more where these came from. Maybe I'll post more, maybe not.
2 comments:
ah, sweet memories of college and electric whip! i like 'my recovery' and 'crowdpleaser.' d3
I also was in a band in Richmond with Bobby Crockin - Rooster Seed, rather short lived, but we did open for Southern Culture on the skids at What I think was twisters, which I still think of as the back door. not sure if I know you, but loved reading about Bobby, he had some great stories - he wrote a song called third eye chicken which was a great story for another time - Jay Tubb - rabblerouzer@earthlink/net
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