In case you missed it — and if you’re not in Windsor, you probably did — here’s what happened yesterday when I stopped by CJAM to play some songs and talk some talk on Ron’s show.
It was a bit of a nervy performance, which was probably to be expected, because the last time I played live on the radio was about a third of my life ago. And I had a hell of a time figuring out which three songs to play. But it was fun. The Omnichord didn’t end up making the trip, only because it was too much to carry.
I opted for two newer songs and an oldie in the middle. You also get to hear a tiny bit of another new song at the very end, in proper recorded form. I chose to fade out on that instead of letting it play all the way through, because surprises are the stuff Baby Jesus lines his moccasins with.
Baby Jesus, if you aren’t familiar with him, is the finest bluesman still standing. His new album Mocha Sins is well worth investigating. Highlights include “With This Water I Can Get You Drunk” and a fiery cover of TLC’s “No Scrubs”.
But seriously, thanks to Ron for the invite. And thanks to Johnny Smith for taking that picture up there. Taking a selfie and getting the huge CJAM logo in the frame is just about impossible, as you can see from what happened when I gave it a try:
Two of the three songs I played are pretty self-explanatory. “A Puppet Playing Possum” comes from GIFT FOR A SPIDER and has snuck up on me over the years, growing from a song that was just kind of there to one I’m really fond of. “Monster’s Truce” was recorded a while back and will probably show up on THE ANGLE OF BEST DISTANCE. “Rat Shearer” is the odd man out.
It came from a dream, sort of. I have this annoying habit of dreaming music that’s really interesting and then remembering everything about it when I wake up — from the instruments used to the way they were recorded — except for the chords, melodies, and words. You know, the stuff that would actually allow me to flesh out and/or record those dream songs.
That’s what happened here. I had a dream I was in the car listening to this great lost Alex Chilton song from the late 1970s. It had the chaotic spirit you’d expect from Alex during that period, but it wasn’t quite like anything else I’d ever heard him do. There was an almost queasy feeling to the music, with some great vocal harmonies. It kind of sounded like the Beach Boys on a disconcerting acid trip.
When the dream was over I remembered the feeling of the music without retaining the nuts and bolts of it. But the song title stuck around: “Rat Shearer”. I thought it was worth trying to write a song of my own around it.
The rough GarageBand demo will give you a better idea of how it might sound once I get around to recording it for keeps. This is one of the songs I still want to record for the ambitious solo album I’ve been working on.
It’s more Johnny West than Alex Chilton, but I think I managed to capture at least a little bit of the chewed-up psychedelic spirit of the elusive dream song. The hope is that I can carry the haziness of the demo over to a more polished recording, and then expand on it. I’ll let you know how that goes.