For Our (Impending) Baker Street Pub Gig: What More Is On The List?
I wrote recently about three of the songs we are (hastily? hmmmm…efficiently: yes, that’s better...) adding to our set list so we can fill up the whopping four sets worth of stage time at our gig at The Baker Street Pub & Grill next Thursday (April 5). Here's some guff about another trio of tunes we're adding to the mix.
"Middle Of The Road," by the Pretenders
We've been kicking this song around rehearsals for quite a while. Or we had been and then it slipped off the radar about a year or so ago. It's another big sonic number, with Scottie getting to unleash his inner Pretender on a pair of wicked solos. For me it's another wordy number, but I love it: the rhythmic cascade of lyrics; and "baby" and "yeah" never sounded as good in a song. I've had a soft spot for the Pretenders ever since "Brass In Pocket," and I fell in love with Chrissie Hynde's voice in "Talk Of The Town." (the way she purrs, "...I want you..."; oh, baby! The teenage mind explodes!) It's a song I would urge us to play but I'm not sure I could do it sensual justice. Okay: Here is a link to the original video of "Talk of the Town" just because because because because. (You can skip past the annoying ad "in five seconds." It is so worth it...including that final frame glamour shot, featuring leather-clad Ms. Hynde sporting a 1980 come-hither look.)
Whew! Where was I? Oh, yes: Of course, "Middle Of The Road" came later in the Pretenders discography; it's political, it's parenting, it's in your face. It's a rocker. And I can't wait to give it a run out.
"You Don't Know Me," by Mr. P
So this one is not, strictly speaking, a new song. If you were present at the 7th Street Working Men's Club* for The Road To Wigan Pier back in 2004 you'll have heard this song I composed as one of the evening's musical diversions. For those of you unaware of "Wigan" (pronounced WIG-un), it was a play wot I wrote based on a book of the same name by a certain George Orwell, with which I...uh...took a lovin' spoonful of liberties. Among the liberties was the onstage musical combo, The Late Joys, introduced to the world via this very drama.
But let's go back even further. Two years before those halcyon performance-tinged evenings, the LJs sputtered to life and featured me sitting in David Jones' kitchen during the fall of 2002 teaching him the handful of songs I'd written; the man has the patience of a saint; Cyndi must be a double-saint for allowing me to infiltrate her abode with song. My memory grows hazy but when I first got the idea for the play I recall that it was the songs that came almost immediately; they practically leapt out of my imagination, demanding to be written, learned and performed. So it was that Mr. Jones and I came to grips with them and then unleashed a few at someone else's gig at Ego's on S. Congress back in the days before karaoke swallowed the room. By summer the band personnel had swelled to twice its original size, with the addition of the young Gordon Gunn on bass and grizzled Matt Patterson on drums. At a fundraiser for the play (Orwell's 100th Birthday Party) we performed a set that included most of the songs from the upcoming production and a few choice extras penned by Mr. Jones and yours truly. I have a couple of recordings of rehearsals we did pre- and post-fundraiser and you can hear Matt singing harmonies. I shared the recordings with the current LJ lineup and Matt asked me if that was indeed him singing. Oh, yes. Indeed.
Of course, Matt then left the band to pursue his real life (the bastard), first at graduate school in NC and then in New York, and then he got married and all that adult stuff. But he's back and we're delighted and the whole LJ experience has come something of full circle and half Nelson and hence I dredged up "You Won’t Know Me" from the vault because at least two of us (should) know how to play it.
The song refers to the dismal turn for the worse for British communities founded on the coal mining industry once Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher (spit!) began her wholesale eradication of that particular way of life. All those folks who’d known only coal mining for generation after generation were left with nowt. A year-long miners' strike failed to do more than antagonize the Conservative government, which ratcheted up its anti-union, anti-miner stance; the industry fairly collapsed and disappeared from Britain's shores in the years that followed. Despite this grim précis, I gotta say, "You Don't Know Me" is a sweet pop tune that starts all introspective then takes off at the bridge, only to settle down for a gentle landing. Au revoir, les mineurs.
Extra credit: Can you name all the "mineurs" in the photo from the Chronicle review?
*The Off Center, natch!
"Song Number Three," by the...Hmmmm...
Strangely, I've had a hard time deciding on which other song to make note of here, to whet your appetite for our (cough) extended gig. There are a couple that are so new we're still poring over the charts. One is "Catherine Marshall," penned by Scottie with his typical flair for a great hook. It's sort of Housemartins-esque with a dollop of Billy Bragg in there and features a California-bound law schooler. Speaking of the Bard of Barking, we're bringing back "She's Got A New Spell," a song we play from time to time then set free only for it to squeeze back under the crack in the door, the little Dickens. We've resuscitated some old LJ rockers ("Weight of the World," "Fascinated" and Shane's fave, "PopMusicSuperRockStar"), great to perform, and remote enough in our collective consciousness to keep us humble. There's another Kink's cover, some Motown madness ("Heatwave," sadly sans all-girl backup singers...any volunteers?) and a bright, Sex Pistols' sounding song by Big Drag (from San Antonio): "Uneven." And we're padding it all out with a couple of Beatles tunes we have yet to perform live in our current lineup. And much, much more!
I reckon there's something for everyone here. We're on from about 9:45pm Thursday night until 1:45am on what promises to be a really Good Friday morning. Baker Street has food and more taps of draught beer than we have songs on our set list. And we have a lot of songs. Hope you can make it!