Releasing my latest recording
Thanks for taking time to even look at this.
Nearly two years after I released my debut solo CD 'Southern Discomfort," I have recently completed a new solo effort "Songs for the Hangman's Daughter." It's a real "solo" release, with just me singing my song accompanied all by myself on either guitar, banjo or mandolin. There's 11 original tunes, a great new tune written for me by Shinyribs (aka Kevin Russell) Many of the tunes are very timely given the recent changes in America, along with a traditional number and an old Bad Livers tune. It's the most raw and naked record I've ever been involved with and I am very proud of it. Matt Smith produced at the 6 String Ranch Studio in Austin.
I put it all on the credit card thusfar and as of today it is mixed and mastered. (The later thanks to an Angel investor, bless you.) But that's it, sadly. We are stalled only due to finances. The origninal plan is to release a companion book with essays that relate to the music, along with poems and prose, to be illustrated by my artist partner Howard Rains. Should we collect the goal, then we have a shot at producing that as well. The more humble plan is to simply get the CD produced and available.
To that point, anyone who releases recordings today is well aware that without hiring radio and press publicists you might as well not bother releasing at all. Sad, but it's our reality today. A very large chunk of the goal, nearly half, is to fund that. The good news is that much like the studio, the artist, the CD designer, and even the pressing plant, these expenses will go into the pockets of people I know, love and respect, creating a virtuous circle of economic support within the Arts community.
To be totally open about, I will share the lyrics of the tunes on the CD. Some of my ideas are very personal and you may not want to support them. I entirely understand and respect that, so I'm posting these lyrics so that you can be aware and make your own decision.
Rewards? Let's talk and come up with something that makes a win-win deal for everybody. Any donation over $25 will get a hard copy CD and download code. Donate more, and I'll add another recording or two that I have produced over ther years, (going all the way back to Bad Liver 12" vinyl EP's.)
No foolin, getting this recording released and distributed will represent a major accomplishment for me. I hope the messages contained in it will resonate with others as well.
Thanks again for even reading through this. If you are unable to contribute, please consider sharing this on your social media as I have abandoned it for my mental well being;-)
The Hangman's Daughter
I’ll teach the hangman’s daughter to sing my people’s song
For the Hangman’s labors all those people are long gone
I’ll show the Hangman’s daughter our haunting melodies
Since no one’s left to sing them now, so won’t you sing with me.
I’ve gone across the ocean, to see where we came from
But there’s nothing left to see there now, after all that’s been done
Those very few who persevered, now they sing a different song
But I only know the old strains and the new tune sounds so wrong
Well the Hangman was a neighbor, and we thought we got along
We tried our best to blend right in, we even learn his songs
But that the neighbor is a hangman now, he hums a new refrain
His marching bands may drown us out, but our song remains the same
For I’ll teach the hangmans daughter to sing my family song
If not for this guileless child, then who will sing along?
There’s no one left tto gather round and to intone these melodies
Without the hangman’s children, the song would be just me.
Southern Jews is Good News
(borrowed from Brother Dave Gardner’s “Religions of the World” routine)
"There’s Jews in Oklahoma?” asks the average landsman
“And Mississippi, Tennessee and sunny Alabam?”
“Heck ya says I, kan machs a lieb. Is this to you some news?
For NYC seems quite exotic to us Southern Jews
We’re mostly in the Agri business, like Tevye milking cows
You can pick our farms out from the rest by the absence of any sows
Our Yankee kin’s poor manners, we often must excuse
No pigs in our poke, no we ain’t no joke, we’re down home Southern Jews
We take the bacon off our cheese burgers and we greet with a "howdy ya’ll"
We drive to schul on Shabbes in our best pressed overalls
We’re famous for our BBQ, it’s kosher beef so you can’t refuse
Wears a trucker cap for a kipa, the streimel of a Southern Jew
To some down here we pass for white, say “at least they sure ain’t Black”
That might be true for some down here but you always gotta watch your back
Our skin tone give us some relief, some days we get to choose
You gotta navigate your privileges, when you live as a Southern Jew
Tell ya ‘bout Judah Benjamin, Confederate Vice President
On the wrong side of history, well it’s true our arc was bent
In the war of Northern Aggression they think they got a higher score
But look around today, you really gotta say, they sho-nuf lost the War.
Did we kill your Lord? Hell yes we did!
Bring him back and we’ll kill em again!
And the good old boys all belly laugh cuz we’re all the best of friends
Now that sort of talk might shock you, in fact it might confuse
It’s tsouris like that all the live long day, when you’re life is a Southern Jew.