It Wuz & Still Iz Late Octobra

by John Tabacco

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It Wuz And Still Iz Late Octobra

We all seem to be given a certain amount of time to play with as human beings on this planet. The question is : How do we spend this time? This is a question I’ve been aware of for the last 30 years. It’s a question that has governed most of my life choices (or what seems to be my choices - that’s still up for debate). I decided one day in 1975, downstairs in my old house in St. James, NY, after listening to Frank Zappa’s mini opera, Billy The Mountain, that the creation of music was what I wanted to do full time. Music moved me in a way like no other art. It pushed all the right buttons. If I could sustain this great feeling, life would surely be a wonderful experience. For the most part, I was right. Living in the ether where music and all art for that matter, is in constant invention/realization is a cool place to be. Time becomes meaningless and pain is certainly not an issue. Through a myriad of elaborate circumstances I have been able to sustain an existence (75% of the time) in this ether and it certainly has afforded me to realize many of my cheap musical visions. With the exception of a brief 9 to 5 job working at Pam Rent A Car from 1983-1986 I have done nothing else but revel in the world of music, while simultaneously dabbling in analog and digital art as well. However, now in my 40’s, I have begun to realize there are other aspects of living that I did not take into account; that I completely avoided. The results : A consistent body of musical work largely unknown to the public, a tremendous amount of debt, social retardation and often, a life filled with severe loneliness. Quite frankly, it is time for a change. As September, 2004 comes closer and my stay here at Sonic Underground Studios comes to an end, I am entertaining the option of moving to Hawaii and running a studio my old friend Chris Pati has taken over. I think this will be a good change of scenery for me and maybe some of my bigger dreams will finally have room to breathe and blossom. Maybe, I can start to fill in the blank spots I have neglected all these years and become more of a whole person. Who knows? Is it a coincidence 20 years ago I wrote a song (the first one I ever played live in front of an audience) called Gorgo Twain Has Gone Hawaiian? I don’t think so.

It Wuz And Still Iz Late Octobra is like all my work : a musical puzzle / diary. Musical references going as far back as The Akai Years (1979-84) and The 8 Track Years (1984-88) abound and brief thoughts on current events slip through the mouth. Alas, I’m just a semi-competent passive aggressive, conscientious objector type musician, who grew up in the 60’s and 70’s in Long island suburbia rehashing what has already been said more eloquently in the past. Nonetheless, I had fun coming up with this music and I certainly enjoy singing. I hope you ( the listener) finds something here you can dig (as self indulgent as it is).

Yes, it was and still iz late Octobra and I may never escape that, but that doesn’t necessarily mean I have to wallow in it full time for the rest of my life. There are other distractions that point to future vistas I can’t even imagine. Some of them, probably really cool. Thankfully, it’s anybody’s guess where we’re going... Or is it?
Gleepingly,
JT (6/19/04)


Note:

This collection was the last CD to be realized at 21 Walnut Ave. aka Sonic Underground Studios. It was completed in August 2004 just before I left to work at George Benson's studio in Lahina, Maui. Six of the tunes :
Seeking That Bitter Clown, I Can Crawl Again, Hitman From Hicksville, Now You're On The Inside. Chaos Is Calling, The Day I Died
were derived from these little demonstration tracks I was constructing for a possible recording client who had connections with SONY Music. That particular client dropped off the face of the Earth leaving me with all this unfinished music. So what else was an ambitious songwriter suppose to do? I completed them. It was easy.
At one the time, this was a two CD set, but the logistics of putting out a double CD was too complicated to deal with in the early days of digital distribution so I broke them up. It's sister disc "Rubber Solstice" came out a little while later. In fact, the Rubber Solstice tune "Why You Have To Be So Cruel?" was derived from these demo tracks as well as the "Eros Ebb & Flow" song "Love Me, Love Me Not". That song was presented to Nicole Placco to finish but she kind of let it slide. Two years later I played it for Susan DeVita who immediately knew what to do with it.
Once again proving that nothing goes to waste here in my musical universe.

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released August 9, 2014

Final Musical Diary From Sonic Underground Studios, Stony Brook, NY (1992 - 2004)

Realized and fussed with by John Tabacco : Lyric-coloratura tenor, general programmer and instigator

Cover photography of JT at Blydenberg Park, Smithtown, 2003 by Eric Weaver
CD Design and Various Pict Files by Arty Rukidin
© 2004 by Farben Fosfeen Art

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Like an unfolding musical diary / puzzle, Tabacco’s music and art are constantly being re-worked, juxtaposed and intertwined.

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Track Name: Call Me In The Morning
CALL ME IN THE MORNING

Everyone has a voice - but not all choose to use it
Some believe that choice is a natural fact
For those who disagree it’s a never ending battle
From the cradle to the grave - always under attack
Do you think that other earthly creatures ever wrestle with such pointless jive?
Take the cat next door with sexy features
She just wants to sleep all day then chase a bakery string
Should you run - should you hide, is there an answer?
Who’s controlling your world?
Should you run - should you hide, is there an answer?
Try to get a good night’s sleep and call me in the morning

Everyone’s engaged in this universal circus
Peaceful or enraged - it’s a balancing act
Not much seems to change but the shade of our surroundings
Neutralize each frame, either it’s white or it’s black
Do you think that other earthly creatures ever wrestle with such pointless jive?
Take the dog next door with gruesome features
He just wants to lick his balls and hump the nearest leg

Should you run - should you hide, is there an answer?
Who’s controlling your world?
Deep inside beyond pain - beyond the cancer
Is there joy to unfurl?
Should you run - should you hide, is there an answer?
Try to get a good night’s sleep and call me in the morning

Or maybe when you wake you might just not care anymore
It’s nice to take a break and not think too much - too much a bore...

Premonition #1 : When I go to sleep I wonder is it your life we still resume?
Premonition #2 : Say goodbye to Piss Clam Charlie the jolly roger the straight arrow shooter by god
Premonition #3 : All of my hunger - All of my yearning - maybe I’m learning...

Should you run - should you hide, is there an answer?
Who’s controling your world?
Deep inside beyond pain - beyond the cancer
Is there joy to unfurl?
Should you run - should you hide, is there an answer?

Try to get a good night’s sleep and call me in the morning
Try to get a good night’s sleep and call me in the morning
Track Name: If Ya Wanna Have Fun
IF YA WANNA HAVE FUN

If ya wanna have fun all ya got to do is call usIf ya wanna have some all ya got to do is warn us
If ya wanna have fun all ya got to do is call us If ya wanna have some all ya got to do is warn us
They’re taking down your bridge to nowhere
We can’t stop them now
They’re taking down your bridge to nowhere
We can’t stop them now

So If ya wanna have fun all ya got to do is call us If ya wanna have some all ya got to do is warn us
If ya wanna have fun all ya got to do is phone us If ya wanna have some all ya got to do is bone-us
They’re taking down your bridge to nowhere
We can’t stop them now
They’re taking down your bridge to nowhere
We can’t stop them now

Indecisions need to feed off circles
Watching time pass can be quite a torture
But if ya wanna have fun...

Yeah, if ya wanna have fun all ya got to do is call us
If ya wanna have some all ya got to do is warn us

Taking down the bridge can be a lot of fun
Think for just a smidge what you’ve been missing!
So if ya wanna have fun...
Track Name: Phone Demos and Studio Complaints
PHONE DEMOS AND STUDIO COMPLAINTS

Meryl’s blasting vocals on the phone
The 89 is cringing
The music stand supports the talking bone
Levels red and deadly through the console with the eq fighting
The G3 takes a beating but endures
Cat leaping upper floor - Furnace booms
One blender and a fridge swapping tunes
This dark booth is not too sound proof
There’s always a toilet flush! FLUSH!

Hi, come on in. Not doing anything but recording
and that’s not important, not important at all...

Upstairs phone rings:
No, this is not Mr. Noodleman’s house
Upstairs phone rings:
Must check my messages every 15 minutes
Upstairs phone rings:
Must leave an incredibly long fax about
cheap flights to your neighboring states...

Start again...

Dish washer lifting off - Water zooms
Loud beeping - Louder cough from next door
And what’s more, this booth smells like cork
“But that’s good for sound”, Rupert says.
I think he’s insane...

(Lame attempt at whistling the outro melody from Monty Python’s Eric The Half A Bee plays here...)
Track Name: Chaos Is Calling
CHAOS IS CALLING

Come on and pull out the press pass
Gotta find us a safe place to park
We're plumb out of dry gas
And we're late and it's cold and it's dark
But we’ll be instant amigos
Once the DJ begins to roll
Massaging our ego's will make minutiae spin into gold

We all need surprises from time to time
Pass up the expected - let worlds collide
Double your input if you let it all slide

Chaos is calling
Just whip up a sample
There's a place for one wherever you go
Like this Gear Head example 
Say Mr. DJ - do ya wanna hear a sax man blow?...
Do it!

We all need surprises from time to time
Pass up the expected,let worlds collide
Double your input if you let it all slide
Chaos is calling

We all need excuses from time to time
Tickle the boring - expand your mind
Don’t have a cow if ya late to arrive
Chaos is calling

Boris : “Now Master, Tool Of The Universe, Expose Yourself”
Cheerleaders: Game Time!
Boris : “You could be fined for saying that in the temple!”

We all need surprises from time to time
Pass up the expected, let worlds collide
Double your input if you let it all slide
Chaos is calling
We all need excuses from time to time
Tickle the boring - expand your mind
Don’t have a cow if ya late to arrive
Chaos is calling and it wants your ass any time, and any place...
C.H.A.O.S is calling C.H.A.O.S
C.H.A.O.S is calling C.H.A.O.S etc...
Track Name: Piss Clam Charlie
PISS CLAM CHARLIE

Piss Clam Charlie was the uncle you went to
When you needed some cheap advice
He had been through the paces
Waded through all the stages of a 1000 human lives

He had grace he had charm he had maps on his arm
He could talk you through a fork in the road
And he knew where to clam
with his St. Bernard Sam every morning

Piss Clam Charlie told me
life was easy once you mastered the open door
He said the best way to wake up
Was to smile and take up where you left off the night before

Piss Clam Charlie was no jolly-roger
Just a straight arrow shooter by God
So drink one last round
Before we put’em in the ground
Next to his old St. Bernard

Every day held a clue
You had to follow it through
You had to undo your mind of it’s fear
Then it was off to the shore
Hunting clams to eat raw till the evening...

Piss Clam Charlie was a polemic folly
Like his dear old Sister Quinn
He had all the right answers
but his sea food romances
Finally got the best of him
So we say our farewells
As the ground water swells
With the smell of the incoming tide
To our savior and saint
And the clams we just ate in their honor...

Piss Clam Charlie was no jolly roger
Just a straight arrow shooter by God
So drink one last round
Before we put’em in the ground
Next to his old St. Bernard
Sister Quinn too and Mercury Stew!

(Lyrics inspired by Nigey Lennon and Eric Weaver one pleasant, early evening walk along Stony Brook Harbor)
Track Name: Follow The Fold
FOLLOW THE FOLD

Lucy Loop was a dyke
The kind of dyke who was a stealth cross dresser
Fairly easy to like
In church she was the sister confessor
Then one day in a fit - she decided to split
Headed out to where a voice was calling
Soon she got on a plane,
Sat right next to this dame
Who repeated in her face this warning line...

Follow the fold and always whack out for flats falling down
Follow the fold and always whack out for flats falling down
Flats falling down

Lucy Loop was impressed
She slid her hand across the dame’s left titty
It was an instant romance
The kind of roaming that could leave one gritty
Then the plane took a dive and a stewardess cried
Some crazy douche was high-jack happy
But Lucy Loop and her pair were way too busy to care,
Trading spit and trading this stupid line...

Follow the fold and always whack out for flats falling down
Follow the fold and always whack out for flats falling down
Flats falling down

Well this high-jacking fool quickly started to drool
As he saw the ladies get in deeper
Distracted just for a sec, loose baggage fell on his neck
Producing quite a flat unconscious clown

Follow the fold and always whack out for flats falling down
Follow the fold and always whack out for flats falling down
Flats falling down
Track Name: The Girl's Got Patience
THE GIRL'S GOT PATIENCE

Jennifer - Jennifer X is her name
Jennifer - Jennifer X is her name
Jennifer - the girl’s got patience
Jennifer - the girl’s got patience

Jennifer - she’s got herself a brother named Steve
Here he comes
(Humm, I wonder what he’ll laminate today)
The boy sure got some serious needs
In the most inappropriate time
he’s got questions on his mind
and the only suitable one to set him strait
Is the girl I’m singin’ ‘bout - she’s got him figured out
What to say. what to do and how to escape...

Oh, Jennifer - the girl’s got patience
Jennifer - the girl’s got patience
Jennifer - the girl’s got patience
Jennifer - the girl’s got patience

In the middle of the kitchen
I remember making conversation with the girl
And she stood there real politely in a daze
As if to barely comprehend my words
Then she referred to herself in the third....person

Off to Jen Land she goes
What is it like there?
Off to Jen Land she goes
A place free of reindeer... Jennifer...

The girl’s got patience
Jennifer - the girl’s got patience

Jennifer - Jennifer X is her name
Jennifer - Jennifer X is her name
Off to Jen Land she goes
What is it like there?
Track Name: I've Known You Before I Met You
I'VE KNOWN YOU BEFORE I MET YOU

In a daydream - In the papers
In the backseat of a yellow cab
There were signs that led me to you
To a time we already had
Everyone around me reminds me of you
Every situation is another a clue
Like a spiral adaptation of present past
I can see the future

I’ve known you before I met you
I’m certain but don’t know why
Last night on the plane to nowhere
You knew it and so did I

Here I am besides you talking
But I’ve died and I’m outside looking in
I must let you have your lover
Until you see me beneath his skin
Every single moment is worth the wait
Every situation is no mistake
On a spiral staircase before us and now
I can see the future

I’ve known you before I met you
I’m certain but don’t know why
Last night on the plane to nowhere
You knew it and so did I

I’ve known you before I met you
I’m certain but don’t know why
I’m certain but don’t know why I feel this way
Why I feel so strong by you
Why I feel as if we were once one beaming source of
LIGHT!

I’ve known you before I met you
I’m certain but don’t know why
Last night on the plane to nowhere
You knew it and so did I

I’ve known you before I met you
I’m certain but don’t know why
We’ve been many times together
That feeling I can’t deny
That feeling I can’t deny - can you?
Track Name: I Can Crawl Again
I CAN CRAWL AGAIN

I can crawl again etc...
Track Name: 20 Years Pass
20 YEARS PASS

I was driving ‘round the parking lot
And won’dren if I’ll ever be born
I was driving ‘round the parking lot
And won’dren if I’ll ever be born
But somethin’ told me Nor’ East
That was the side of the storm
Yeah somethin’ told me Nor’ East
That was the side of the storm
And I wonder why
I wonder why I am here
I wonder why
I just keep on doing this and that and...

You may end up in Wyandanch
You may end up in Wyandanch
You may end up in Wyandanch
You may end up in Wyandanch

Why, it wuz late Octobra when the Captain Tank of Ralph Voyager 47 confiscated Sandra Pilot’s wax paper thesis on the origins and slightly altered myths of the epileptic Trawbadoor
and it’s most misunderstood,
I said it’s most misunderstood counterpoint
THE STANDARD CLOWN

The Priest : “Are you reading me on this one Phillip?”

It was Late Octobra when
Captain Tank came stumblin’ in
And he told us of his conquests and his fears
And 20 years went past
Now I’m standin’ here alone
As memories rush over me
What for?
What for?
Track Name: Seeking That Bitter Clown
SEEKING THAT BITTER KLOWN

Seeking that bitter clown
Seeking that bitter clown in the city
Seeking that bitter clown
Seeking that bitter clown in the city

Mumbo jumbo rap:
(()()**&&^^%$#%$#%$#%$%&^*&()*())_*(*(*&(**

Don’t get duped
Don’t get screwed
Don’t get looped ‘round and ‘round
Don’t get duped like some fool
Don’t get looped ‘cause that’s forever

Seeking that bitter clown
Seeking that bitter clown in the city
Seeking that bitter clown
Seeking that bitter clown in the city

Mumbo jumbo rap:
(()()**&&^^%$#%$#%$#%$%&^*&()*())_*(*(*&(*

Don’t get duped
Don’t get screwed
Don’t get looped ‘round and ‘round
Don’t get duped like some fool
Don’t get looped ‘cause that’s forever

Four in the morning
staring at the ceiling
Just wantin’ to kill myself is how I’m feelin’
It’s a wonder now on how I’m dealin’
Maybe, it’s not worthwhile!
Track Name: Hitman From Hicksville
HITMAN FROM HICKSVILLE

Friday night it’s Brandys, three sets from nine to two
The pay’s for shit, the music stinks, but whatcha gonna do?
On Saturday, a wedding, on Sunday night a bris in some cul de sac in Riverhead - No time to take a piss
Like a corny human jukebox in a tux from Junior High
I’m behind the mic at 50, as the band plays “Stayin’ Alive”
It’s no artistic crusade but it beats a 9 to 5
Besides, my pager keeps life interesting,
there’s always a surprise!

In the middle of the set I go walking in my sleep
There’s got to be a cure for this
In the middle of the night I go talking in my sleep
It’s gonna be the death of me
Hit man from Hicksville - Hit man from Hicksville - town

Monday morning and my pager just went off the richter scale
It seems some one eyed trouser snake’s been pryin’ in the mail
If he leaks it to the papers we all end up sing - singin’ in jail
Can’t count on Papa Gallo to get me out of here on bail
So I’ll pay this douche a visit
Maybe take him for a ride
Make a solid offer that I know he won’t decline
He’ll get bed time with the fishes,
I’ll get bed time with his bride
I wonder if Andy Kauffman is alive or did he die?

IIn the middle of the set I go walking in my sleep
There’s got to be a cure for this
In the middle of the night I go talking in my sleep
It’s gonna be the death of me
Hit man from Hicksville - Hit man from Hicksville - town

So I make my secret phone call, grab my over coat and hat
I never leave no fingerprints - it hasta be like that

It’s always quick and dirty,
it always feels the same
Get in, get out, no prisoners
it’s the way I play the game
No regrets and no hard feelings,
this is strictly in the genes
Like Papa Gallo told me:
I was born to be this mean
That’s why I had to burn him like he did to my Styrene
Make Tuesday mass confession time
That’s sure to keep me clean

Now my pager sings a meetin’
of the Goombas and the Gats
At Guido’s down on Toity -Turd,
in fifteen minutes flat
Switch off the DX7 and pull up the Old Capri
“Yo!, Tony do me a favor,
Wouldja start it up for me?”

- (Car explosion) -

In the middle of the set I go walking in my sleep
There’s got to be a cure for this
In the middle of the night I go singin’ in my sleep
It’s gonna be the death of me
I’m a Hit man from Hicksville
(Stayin’ Alive - Stayin’ Alive)
Just another Hit man from Hicksville
(Stayin’ Alive...)
Hit man from Hicksville
(Stayin’ Alive - Stayin’ Alive)
Hit man from Hicksville
(Stayin’ Alive...)
Track Name: Stop The War (Gotta Give It Up)
STOP THE WAR (GOTTA GIVE IT UP)

Stop the war
Stop the war right now
Stop the war (gotta give it up)
Stop the war - Stop the war right now
Stop the war (gotta give it up)

Human figures shrouded in a cloud of smoke and fire
I can barely make them out but I can hear them cry
My good conscience tells me that these actions aren’t right
As I watch in disbelief with a bowl of popcorn by my side

Stop the war
Stop the war right now
Stop the war (gotta give it up)
Stop the war - Stop the war right now
Stop the war (gotta give it up)

A land of history straight through the ages
where the cradle of civilization may have bloomed
Is now a pile of dust shattered by a wave of base intentions
As I ponder this so safe inside my room

Stop the war
Stop the war right now
Stop the war (gotta give it up)
Stop the war - Stop the war right now
Stop the war (gotta give it up)

This military jones
This greed for wealth and power is a dead end street
And there’s no turning back
Like many organized religions, this need to have control
Is a sure fire way to keep a war intact and
Cloud all the facts...

Stop the war
Stop the war right now
Stop the war (gotta give it up) etc...
Track Name: Good Night New York (Now You're On The Inside)
GOOD NIGHT NEW YORK / NOW YOU'RE ON THE INSIDE

My mother came to America
Sailed through the harbor of hopes and of dreams
Back in the Thirties
When the streets were paved with moon beams

Now you’re on the inside (warmer than the outside)
Now you’re on the inside how does it feel?
Now you’re on the inside (warmer than the outside)
Now you’re on the inside how does it feel?

Mothers and daughters, fathers and sons
Here in the free world
We're the lucky ones (we’re the lucky ones)

Before the Kennedys
Before the Beatles
Before the Vietnam War
Back in the days when anything was possible
Having less meant knowing

Now you’re on the inside (warmer than the outside)
Now you’re on the inside how does it feel?
Now you’re on the inside (warmer than the outside)
Now you’re on the inside how does it feel?

Brothers and sisters, uncles and aunts
Here in the free world, for a second chance
All of my yearning - All of my hunger
Maybe I'm learning
Sometimes I wonder
Good night, New York

Nothing’s the way that it seems
All of my yearning - All of my hunger
Maybe I'm learning
Sometimes I wonder


Now you’re on the inside (warmer than the outside)
Now you’re on the inside how does it feel?
Now you’re on the inside (warmer than the outside)
Now you’re on the inside how does it feel?
Now you’re on the inside (warmer than the outside)
Now you’re on the inside how does it feel?
Now you’re on the inside (warmer than the outside)
Now you’re on the inside how does it feel? etc...
Track Name: Don't Fall Silent
DON'T FALL SILENT

I know that you feel shipwrecked here, adrift on shifting sands
I see it in your empty eyes and the way you hold your hands
I feel it in the chamber where you spend your days alone
You say your work is solace though your love is far from home

And you have no voice in the silence of this dream
And you don’t know why nothing’s as it seems
You can deny this song I sing you
Just don’t fall silent
Don’t fall silent

Now some of us are aliens by accident or fate
Most of us are searching for someone to lift the weight
To play for us the music that til’ now we’ve never heard
And communicate the message that goes beyond these words

But you have no voice in the silence of this dream
And you don’t know why
Nothing’s as it seems
I believe a voice awaits you
Just don’t fall silent
Please don’t fall silent ... on me

The when - the why - the answers that we live for
I wish I had it down
I wouldn’t hesitate to send you a message
Give you a sound...

But I have no voice in the silence of your dream
And I don’t know why nothing’s as it seems
I believe a voice awaits you in the silence of this dream
It’s a faith I’m holding on to
Should you hear me scream
Just don’t fall silent on me
Don’t fall silent on me
Don’t fall silent
Track Name: The Day I Die
THE DAY I DIE

Oh I - I always hurt you
Always made you cry
Oh I - I always hurt you and lied
Now these days of hell and fear are over
I will soon be alone in this chair

But the world will be a better place when I’m not standing by your side
Breathe a sigh of relief
And enjoy your space and smile the day I die
Truly wonderful the day I die

Oh why,
Why did I use you?
The heart is often blind
Oh why, did I abuse you?
You were always so kind
All those nights of screams and battered moments
They left you with scars you can’t hide

But the world will be a better place when I’m not standing by your side
Breathe a sigh of relief and enjoy your space
and smile the day I die
Breathe a sigh of relief and enjoy your space
and smile the day I die
Truly wonderful the day I die

The day I die - Electricity sings through me
Soon this evil cloud around my heart will be broken

And the world will be a better place when I’m not standing by your side
Breathe a sigh of relief and enjoy your space
and smile the day I die
Yes, the world will be a better place when I’m not standing by your side
Breathe a sigh of relief and enjoy your space
And smile the day I die

Truly wonderful the day I die
Electricity sings through me (truly wonderful) etc...
Track Name: A Tree Is A Beautiful Thing
A TREE IS A BEAUTIFUL THING

A tree is a beautiful thing
Like a blue sky that hangs above the ocean
A tree is a beautiful thing
Like a peaceful summer wind across a spine

I know a tree that’s fallen
But there was no one ‘round
To hear the sound it made
But I swear I heard the calling
Underneath the boot hill grave
That bears my name

A tree is a beautiful thing
Like a blue sky that hangs above the ocean
A tree is a beautiful thing
Like memories of when I used to breathe
Sweet memories of fire wood and leaves...
Or the time I put my heart out on my sleeve
I took a chance...
Oh well.