Societyfringepodcast's Podcast

1.  Sinkin' 2.  Hey Dad 3.  The Agreement Song 4.  Springsong 5.  Takin Cover 6.  Say You Love Me Too 7.  Chips & Dip 8.  Sinkinn Deep 9.  Dog 10. Sunk

I wrote this when I was 16.

My Mom's favorite song.

whiskey and crack cocaine

PURRING CAT BY THE FIREPLACE!

purring cats

Love brings love, my friend.

Love brings love, my friend.

Love brings love, my friend.

Here's "Black Coffee" from the TUDE movie.

Here's the Society Fringe Podcast denouement for 2021. This line won't leave my head. "The open road might call your name / The sky might burn a crimson hue of lust." 

Everything I wrote before this led up to it and everything since is coming to terms with it. I'll include the lyrics this time. The vocals are odd in spots because I was choking back tears. I never thought this would get done. Your world ain't my world But my sun is your sun And I guess that it always was Cry, forgotten ones Love and hate Congregate Celebrate Love and Hate Dawn don't feel so good 'Cause nothing's understood And she's been wasting time And she's been forced to find a new time Barely holding on Tracking footsteps in the rain Of a darkness spawned Never going home again She's insane She's insane She's insane She's insane Midnight's broken The highway's spoken "I don't have a soul" Thought Remote Control Heaven's cruelest joke Crossroads sign is broke Dawn breathes reprieves Remote just leaves Dawn burns best at night When she feels it's right From her flows a glory Hellkind's meanest story Dawn wakes up beneath Remote Control Knows that she's there just to play her role Naked oozing love she bec

This was written and released during prohibition. It sounds strange to say these days but in the old days you would get locked in a cage for having this plant in your pocket! We all know the intentions of the war on drugs by now. More like the war on blacks, hippies, and AIDS patients. Anyway, I like mainstream country every once in a while and I always imagined that Toby Keith might take a liking to this and sing it on one of his albums he released while the Afghanistan War was still popular.

To me this is the ultimate Circle 9 recording. From Joe's string quartet guitar solo via ebow, to the folk rock explosion after the last verse, to the George Harrison style back up vocals at the end, to the woeful tale of an out of control young-in searchin' for...he doesn't even know what! Something is empty. Something somewhere is off. I love this recording.

I really really really like this recording. Joe's using the vocoder. We rarely ever played this live. It barely registered when we worked it up for recording. It was a "meh" song. Of course, as me and Bri learned through out the course of THE BIG OPERA, you just can't predict which recordings are going to stick. This'n sure did.

This is gorgeous. I love the interplay between Joe's and my guitars. We had an electric and an acoustic version. We mashed them up. This is the prettiest shit with which I've ever been associated.

Look. It was absolutely insane and unexpected when the Raves won their first Super Bowl. I had been traumatized by the Colts leaving in 1984. My brother and I had season tickets. That we (WE!) came out of nowhere and rode off into the sunset as World Champs, in a way, it made me believe that anything was possible. Little stupid Baltimore, nothing since the O's won the World Series in 1983. We didn't even have an NFL team for over a decade! No hoops. No NHL. This was a transformative moment for me. It's odd to be so invested in something over which I have absolutely no control. But, f'real, that's the essence of being a fan.

Another song for and about my wife. It's pretty catchy I think. These songs have a carefree spirit that is unusual for one of my records.

Kass and I went to New Orleans together when we were dating. It was achingly romantic and magical. We stayed at The Frenchman right on the southeast tip of The French Quarter. We befriended a bartender at a place called The Abbey on Decatur Street who had recovered from a stroke brought on by alcoholism. We called him "Strokey." That feels like a very New Orleansy thing. I had proposed to her soon enough after this. The band passed on this song for EUTAW STREET too! Harrumph. So this is "micro" in the parlance of the album SOCIETY FRINGE PLAYER.

Frustrated with Circle 9 and in response to Steve Earle's COPPERHEAD ROAD I wrote SOCIETY FRINGE PLAYER. This is an answer song to "Johnny Come Lately." Yo dig I fuck up the geography pretty badly. I only have a rudimentary understanding of America's involvement in World War II. Mainly it's from Hollywood. It's very very unlikely that Freddie fought at Guadalcanal AND Normandy Beach. I'll worry about the narrative holes never. This shit's done been digitized! The main story, though, is about young men shipped off to war barely having ever even touched a woman. It's the Samwise Gamgee story set in the 1940s. I don't want the gender roles to be rigid, however. It's more about a soldier lucky enough to return home and find love. Musically, as well as Steve Earle, it's a Pogues rip off natch.