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Written in Sydney while my hotel room was flooding.
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Originally a vocal with an instrumental break. The break is better than the vocal, and here it`s re-recorded for the first time, and in its most recent incarnation. The title is something fatheaded about transfiguration... a coincidence.
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Too fast.
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From Alan Sharp`s movie "LIttle Treasure". This piece appears in the movie in four/four, but as a duet with Randy Kerber, on a record for Private Music, it`s in three/four.
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Somewhere in the early seventies, Jerry Springer was the mayor of Cincinnati. He came to the club I was playing, the Agora, walked on stage and gave me the key to the city. In the fifties, Cincinnati was the home of Big John and Little Sparky; earlier, it was the birthplace of commercial radio. When Big John`s widly popular kids` show was taken off the air, when kids stopped listening, he continued to record the show in a tiny production studio. He was alone, but when he speeded up the voice on the tape, he had little Sparky to talk to.
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I was upset.
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From Alan Sharp`s movie. In "Ulzanna`s Raid", a different movie, an army scout explains to an army officer the sources of Ulzanna`s cruelty. I asked Alan how he wrote this beautiful speech and he said, "Oh, I made it up."
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With Rickie Lee Jones producing, this was recorded as "Big Situation." Here, it`s transmogrified, and it`s mortised by two other bits from other records. A satisfying piece to play, it took this long to discover it`s form. Some things do change, and very slowly.
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A Christmas song. Open the paper, the accordian paper, and it`s a bell... or a pumpkin, if it`s Halloween.
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The dictionary defines this word as "white trash". The third definition is "woodpecker, in the south". The second definition is, "poor white trash".
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My first love song.
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This comes from Whitney Balliet`s piece on Pee Wee Russell. After a three year absence, Mr. Russell had returned to his wife. She hid from him in the kitchen of the club where she was working; but another waitress told her she ought to talk to him, saying, "Even his feet look sad."
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