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I-am-the-Nutboy...(to be said alike Adam Sandler circa "Remote Control" era.)
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This tune was written many years ago when I played in a cover band with a psycho drummer, who shall, for no reason other than he would kick my ass for calling him a psycho cause that`s just how psycho he is, remain nameless. The title exemplifies his temper and his drumming style.
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Another reference to a slightly less psychotic, much more neurotic drummer, who I stole from a Bay Area band, The Names. Hence, "Nameless". Really we just couldn`t come up with a name for it.
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Originally titled “I Love You Man”, this bump & grind tune went through many changes before we nailed it (heh heh, snicker). The true TLB fans still scream “I love you man!” I try not to let it go to my head.
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This was the title track of a 4 song EP we released with the previous drummer (just call us Spinal Tap), in 1995. My brother came up with the title – He thinks its so clever.
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This tune I wrote when I was just a youngster at 19 (during my Mike Post days). How it ended up on the album, I`m not sure. Dale thought it was such a great, cheesy tune. Dale and Jen learned it that day and recorded it in one take, while faking “still shots” from early 80’s police show intros.
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One of the first songs written with Dale Moon, this one is self-explanatory. It was also recorded live – we just couldn’t do it any other way.
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Jen thinks this one sounds like a pirate ship song with a bit of Magnum PI mixed in. (?)
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Between drummers, Jen & I used to do acoustic shows. "Window Falls" was written during one of those periods. This song was not intended to be on the album, but what the hell.
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Kind of our tribute to Steve Morse and his passion for music.
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During our live shows this tune would begin with Fred Flinstone belting out his infamous “W-I-L-M-A!” followed by those slippery drums. You know the ones. For copyright reasons, it didn’t end up on the album, but Wilma is still with us.
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My mom makes this kind of stewish, soupish, chillish thing called Junkablaja. She throws pretty much all the end-of-the-week food substances into it. And that’s what this tune is all about – leftovers.
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A somewhat spacey friend of a friend’s friend sat in on a session for this tune (originally just "Boundaries"). Afterward he came up to me with this huge grin on his face. He slurred, “Man, you are out there in the stratosphere!” Spit’s flyin. I had to quote him on that – we threw “alien” in for good measure, and well, there’s been rumors...
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Just a sweet little love song.
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