Rubber Solstice (It Wuz & Still Iz Late Octobra Volume 2)

by John Tabacco

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Rubber Solstice (It Wuz & Still Iz Late Octobra Vol. 2)

Though beautiful and serene as it was, Living in Maui, Hawaii turned out to be sort of a nightmare. Not only was I 6000 miles away from all my family and friends but I was eventually locked out of Maui Studios, my only steady source of income. What seemed like a slam dunk, I took a convoluted drive to Walter Becker's studio and was welcomed to bring clients in to do work there for $700.00 a day. Problem was I didn't have any musical connections in Hawaii, so that didn't pan out. With very little money left and only a handful of personal items I could bring on the small planes that fly from island to island I tried my luck in Oahu. No such luck; nothing for me to do there either! So I headed back to Long Island. That was late Octobra 2004. Since that time nothing has been the same. It’s been one long struggle trying to recreate what I had at Sonic Underground Studios in Stony Brook. I’m afraid to say, but those days are long gone forever. What lies ahead is truly a mystery.
Yeah, it’s late Octobra alright but it’s not like it wuz. This prison is somehow different.
- JT 2/08/07

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released August 9, 2014

John Tabacco : Vocals, instruments, programming etc...

Participants who aided in the making of this CD knowingly or unknowingly are as follows:
Anthony Pomes - guitar/ bass on Spoon Fed Criminal
Jim Kober - drums on Spoon Fed Criminal
Val Vigoda - electric violin on Spoon Fed Criminal
Gian DiMauro, Paul Michael Barkan, Marci Geller,
The Ed Palermo Big Band, on Residual Echoes (B)

Recorded, mixed and edited by JT at
Sonic Underground Studios, Stony Brook, NY,
Presidents Street Studios, Centerport, NY
Jupiter Moon Studios, Commack, NY and
Suburban Hermit Studio East, Stony Brook, NY

Mastered using the SA3 Process


Cover mylar photos, JT with metal thing on his head, JT with Yamaha acoustic guitar (bought from Chris Pati for $20.00 back in 1979) and other outside shots were taken by the neat and lovely Sirka Louca

CD design and various picture
modifications by Arty Rukidin
© 2007 by Farben Fosfeen Art Werks

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John Tabacco Stony Brook, New York

John Tabacco is a composer, singer-songwriter, producer, recording engineer, and graphic artist.

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: Song Regarding Mr. Dammit
SONG REGARDING MR. DAMMIT

You son of a bitch bastard
How I hate you’re stupid game
You put us on this planet with every kind of pain
No answers when we need them
We’ve been forced to reconcile
The meaninglessness of who we are since we were a child

Nice racket that you have here
Well look at ya goddamn self
Is it us that you control
Or does that rest with someone else?
Nice racket that you have here:
A big old parking space
You swirl us in your nothingness
And tease the human race

You son of a bitch bastard
How I hate your pointless rules
You have us choosing left with right perpetuating fools
And we keep on making doody
from the doody we consume
Confused and in denial
Locked inside your tomb
But when we go to sleep I wonder...
Is it your life we still resume?
Hummm?
Ahhhh, you son of a bitch bastard!
Track Name: My Aggravated Gunzel
MY AGGRAVATED GUNZEL

Too late - My back is aching and my eye sight is blurred
(Maybe he’s allergic to ya)
Too late -
When we’re in the kitchen it’s like death has occurred (Making him nauseous)
I try to be a reasonable guy
I try my best to keep the waters smooth
But underneath this veil of lies
All I really want to do is make love with you

Too late - I remember long ago you used to be smiles:
(Cheerful and happy)
Too late - and I could never understand
why you would hang with us guys
(Their attitudes were crappy)
I’m sorry if it rubbed on you
There were better options open besides this group
Instead you found yourself sucked in
Became another sample to feed this vicious loop

I’m your ace in the hole
I really love you - I’d die for you
But you don’t treasure my soul
It’s amazing how much I put up with you
It’s amazing how much I put up with you!

Too late - I don’t think I fully realize why you are here
(Or why he is writing this stuff)
Too late - perhaps I’ll get it in the passing years
(After he leaves this place)
Right now all I know is this:
Out of sight means out of mind to you
And I’ll be left alone in this ditch
Wishing that I could have made love with you
M.A.G.!
Track Name: Burn Away The Haze
BURN AWAY THE HAZE

I screamed without words to the void in my mind,
The darkness cried back “Can’t you see that I’m blind?”

The questions were countless - the answers were none
The words without wisdom - were like night on the Sun

But I can’t believe I’m here now, beneath your knowing gaze,
It took your love somehow to burn away the haze

My pillow was my enemy - My rest was my despair
My friends were like a vapor that vanished in the air

The only ear for my complaining was my tormented brain,
The bits of my mind still remaining, just washed down the drain........

But I can’t believe I’m here now, beneath your knowing gaze,
It took your love somehow to burn away the haze

But now I'm sitting at your feet - Farewell, those dreadful days
My youth was spent, but you were sent - to burn away the haze

But I can’t believe I’m here now, beneath your knowing gaze,
It took your love somehow to burn away the haze

But I can’t believe I’m here now, beneath your knowing gaze,
It took your love somehow to burn away the haze
Track Name: Spoon Fed Criminal
SPOON FED CRIMINAL

She’s a Spoon Fed Criminal
She’s a harpy on a harpoon holiday high
She’s a Spoon Fed Criminal
She’s the poison in a pain-scape ready to fly
She’s a Spoon Fed Criminal
She’s a harpy on a harpoon holiday high
Holiday high - e - ighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
So ya bought a love that’s simple
It’ll bite you on the ass someday
You’re a saint for the superficial silicone goddess on parade
You and your sister used to get into a fight
‘Bout that sinister twister who blew into your life
You said that all you ever really wanted was a wife
Just like your mamma.. (mamma)
Well she’s a Spoon Fed Criminal
She’s a harpy on a harpoon holiday high
She’s a Spoon Fed Criminal
She’s the poison in a pain-scape ready to fly



So ya have regrets and sorrow
After thinkin’ over what I’ve said
And the chains of love tomorrow
Will be tighter as she steals your bread
You and your sister used to get into a fight
‘Bout that sinister twister who blew into your life
You said that all you ever really wanted was a wife
Just like your sister

Well she’s a Spoon Fed Criminal
She’s a harpy on a harpoon holiday high
She’s a Spoon Fed Criminal
She’s the poison in a pain-scape ready to fly
She’s a Spoon Fed Criminal
She’s a harpy on a harpoon holiday high

But you can’t resist that twister’s spider ride in the sheets She can wrap her web around you anytime
Yeah she can booglarize yer tonight
She’s a Spoon Fed...She!
She’s a Spoon Fed Criminal

But you can’t resist that twister’s spider ride in the sheets She can wrap her asp around you anytime
Ah, she can booglarize and she does it every night
Sometimes she does it to me!

You and your sister used to get into a fight
‘Bout that sinister twister who blew into your life
You said that all you ever really wanted was a wife
Just like your father

Well she’s a Spoon Fed Criminal
She’s a harpy on a harpoon holiday high
She’s a Spoon Fed Criminal
She’s the poison in a pain-scape ready to fly
She’s a Spoon Fed Criminal
She’s a harpy on a harpoon holiday high
She’s a Spoon Fed Criminal
She’s the poison in a pain-scape ready to fly
Track Name: Ten Years Later
TEN YEARS LATER

So you like to talk about love
Yeah, you make believe there’s a romance brewin’
But when it comes to love
You’re and empty shell

Now I’ve seen you worry - in such a hurry
to always please the ones you love
And though you satisfy their selfish needs
you still go to bed feeling unfed


Well ten years later you’ll still feel the same
Stick this in your jumper and tell me that I’m wrong
10 years later you’re deeper in the grave
Don’t miss out before that gravel rolls


So you like to think about God
It’s a paradox and a real time waster
It’s hard enough with a job in a cubicle with the flat screen busted
With lawyers and doctors and beta-teen blockers nipping at your paycheck heels
When the day is done and you’re in your bed – get’em out of your head
before you are dead


Or ten years later you’ll still feel the same
Stick this in your jumper and tell me that I’m wrong
10 years later you’re deeper in the stage
Don’t miss out before the curtain falls


Why do you stand in line
The world is turning with such indifference
As if you need this line
You can leave it - take a path to greater times


Well ten years later you’ll still feel the same
Stick this in your jumper and tell me that I’m wrong
10 years later you’re deeper in the grave
Don’t miss out before the gravel rolls
Track Name: Why You Have To Be So Cruel?
WHY YOU HAVE TO BE SO CRUEL?

I stare out my window watching the rain flow
I think about last night
The way that you kissed me
Then quickly dismissed me at your door

I don’t know why you have to be so cruel
It only makes the passion brew in my heart
And even though you “dis” this fool I love you the same

I give you my sunshine - I give you my last dime
There’s not much I won’t do
But you never call me
You only install me when you’re feelin’ blue

I don’t know why you have to be so cruel
It only makes the passion brew in my heart
And even though you “dis” this fool I love you the same

There’s no way to change you
You are a lesson to learn
I can not change you
Just try to avoid getting burned by you
Friends say I’m out of my mind
Why do I waste my time with you?
But they never get the chance to hold
And kiss you the way I do

I don’t know why you have to be so cruel (baby)
It only makes the passion brew in my heart
And even though you “dis” this fool - I love you the same
I don’t know why you have to be so cruel (baby)
It only makes the passion brew in my heart
And even though you “dis” this fool - I love you the same

I don’t know why - you have to be so cruel
Why do you have to treat me so unkind
All I wanna do is make you mine
I don't know why...
Track Name: W.T.F.W.Y?
W.T.F.W.Y?

You used to be on time
Never missed a minute
Dependable as Christmas I would say
But here I am and you’re late
And it’s way passed my limit
There’s no excuse I’m outta here in eight!
What gives? Ya didn’t try to call me?
You usually beep me every hour
It doesn’t add up - you got my message
And you said so from the shower

We had a date - a flight
A deal we’ve been skating
The times were set, it all came down to you
But you didn’t show your face
And the fuzz caught me waitin’
Now I’m in cell “D” and bending for a clue
In other words - In other words - In other words
Where the fuck were you?!!!
Track Name: When A Problem...
When A Problem

When a problem’s in your lap
(bugging you - tugging you)
Think about that handicap who has it twice as bad
When a problem’s in your face
(taunting you - haunting you)
Think about the scheme of things - It’s over in a flash!

The truth is :
That speck of humble sand (stuck between your toes)
Will be there long ways after you have said your last “hellos”
What gives in the after life is not for me to say
But while you’re here, French kiss each day
And enjoy it
Don’t destroy it

When a problem’s in your lap
(bugging you - tugging you)
Think about that handicap who has it twice as bad
When a problem’s in your face
(taunting you - haunting you)
Think about the scheme of things - It’s over in a flash
When a problem’s in your lap
(bugging you - tugging you)
Think about that handicap who has it twice as bad
When a problem’s in your face
(taunting you - haunting you)
Think about the scheme of things - It’s over in a flash

It’s over in a flash. Don’t you see it now Mr. Jones?

The truth may not be evident even when it’s underneath your nose
Ya miss so much by worrying and protecting your ego
The fact is, no one years from now will care about your pain
Well maybe you should leave some art for the future if it suits ya!

When a problem’s in your lap (bugging you - tugging you)
Think about that handicap who has it twice as bad
When a problem’s in your face (taunting you - haunting you)
Think about the scheme of things - It’s over in a flash etc...
Track Name: Doin' Up The Best
DOIN' UP THE BEST THAT I CAN DO

I’m doin’ up the best that I can do
Considering not everyday is paradise
A race is on, sometimes I win or lose
Based on how I agitate and empathize
Sacred is the power of the word
It can leave a deep impression
That can change they way you think of life
A diamond ring or pterodactyl turd
How you wanna hear it all depends on your reality
What works for you, may not for me and so on

I’m doin’ up the best that I can do
Trying to function in harmony
It’s more or less a crap shoot I presume
Avoiding the face of adversity
It took me many years to understand
A world of many laws means corruption is the status quo

When things look like they’re getting out of hand
I pull myself together and retire to the ether world
Where big eyed beans from Venus are my friends

Yeah that’s right.
I said Big Eyed Beans From Venus
Are My Friends.
Ya gotta problem with that?... I didn’t think so.
Track Name: Residual Echoes Residing In Bogle Cabinet 47 (part A)
RESIDUAL ECHOES RESIDING IN BOGLE CABINET 47
(part A)

Last night the world fell down
You were drowning in the bath tub
While I was singin’ my favorite song
Look what you’ve done,
Another shock to the system
While I confess in my lawn chair - Ohhhh

- Vibraphone interlude and various sounds - :

JT (inside the Kenmore™ washing machine) :

It wuz late Octobra when the Captain Tank of Ralph Voyager 47 finally confiscated Sandra Piolet's wax paper thesis on the origin and slightly altered "miffs" of the epileptic troubadour and it's most misunderstood - I said it's most misunderstood counterpoint: The standard clown.


- More vibraphone interlude and various sounds - :


JT : (phone rings) - Hello?
Nicole Placco : If Ya Wanna Have Fun!
JT : Wrong number. Wrong disc!


- Vibraphone, bass, washing machine interlude and mysterious sounds - :


Piss Clam Charlie had a Dali named molly
Nice!
Spread the word!
Pussy cat!
Hello! Ha ha ha ha!
How are you?
How are ya? I really wanna know!

About as good as an out of tune piano
About as good as an out of tune piano
Rated X, now expanding beyond all recognition inside a mind near you...
Track Name: I've Got Creatues In My Yard (2004)
I'VE GOT CREATURES IN MY YARD

No beans about it babe!
I’ve Got Creatures In My Yard
They’ve been growing so awfully fast
Spreading into my secret tree
Deconstructing heroes that would comfort me

(Listen up!)

On certain days of humid dust
Paranoia is home for lunch
Morals crumble and fences rot
Faith begins to falter into stomach knots
Boy, it’s not like I thought it would be,
I mean, I need another shoulder

Whoa! I did not expect them to infiltrate my
inner draws!


I’ve got creatures in my eyes!
I shut them out but it’s no surprise
SURPIRSE!
I can’t escape them, I never could
‘Scuse me if I throw up, I don’t feel so good
I don’t feel... so good! etc...
I’ve got creatures in my yard
Backstabbing creatures in my God... Hey...

No beans about it babe the slugs in my back are growing
Can’t see no relief and babe
My subconscious fears are showin’
If I let’em out I’m afraid they’ll do me in!

In a creamy dentist office where my vision comes to rest
I see a paper plate fly like a frisbee (“Don’t ask me why!”)
TENT you’re outrageous! You’re so contagious!
Hummm,I want that frisbee!
But I’m afraid that if my clenching tools extend
I may never play the drums again
“Rainy Days And Mondays”,
It’s like they looped it in my head
Over and over and over again

All American Bumble Bat is craving!
All American Bumble Bat is craving to bleed:
Styreen Mo’Betta - Styreen Mo’Betta and you!
Which is to say me, which is to say you, which is to say :

I’ve got creatures in my yard
Beneath the wax of my poker cards
I’m holding out but it’s getting tough
“Suicide delinquent” should they call a bluff
No beans about it babe
One bag wrapped around and over
Hot car in a parking vein
Inside nitrous ox is blowin’
Well let me out!
Before I sink too deep!
Track Name: Frank's Medication
FRANK'S MEDICATION

I suggest you don’t sit in this room
It’s only gonna spark the negativity
Open up a window - lift the gloom
Unless your in the mood for more misery

Frank’s medication is sitting in a box below a shelf
Frank’s medication is waiting in the dark all by itself
But who cares? No one can use it now
Frank’s no longer here
He’s finally booted out

Frank’s medication is sitting in a box below a shelf
Frank’s medication is waiting in the dark all by itself
And I know sometimes I realize I can’ t understand
But I can sympathize

Frank’s medication - Frank’s medication
And I know - you’re hoping to find a sign

Is Frank ever coming back?
Your guess is as good as mine
I suggest you don’t write in this room
It’s only gonna open up the darker side
Unless you’ve finally given in to doom
You should find a sweeter place to fantasize
Track Name: World's Strongest Men
WORLD'S STRONGEST MEN

The world’s strongest men were on TV
Lifitin’ the most ridiculous things
Absurd as it was, I had to watch
Hoping one guy would break his spine
That would have been a rich memory
Yeah, that would have been divine
but NO DICE
NO DICE AT ALL!
Just another commercial for some purple pill
The thought of which escapes me!
Track Name: Palm Spring Song
PALM SPRING SONG

I’m goin’ down that highway
Way past the smog of L.A.
I see the windmills now, they whistle out to me
I see the sky so clear
Come with me now, we’re here
I thought I’d try to leave you
each time I tried to free you
There is no other place where I can run away
There is no other space in my heart like yours

Mountains so high you can’t see them
Canyons so low you can’t free them
In every whisper of swaying palm trees
Palm Spring’s my own
I’m coming hone
Yeah, I’m coming home

Desert moon and wild flowers glistening
Feel the clean and vibrant air
Cactus midnight stars are listening to a southwest rare...

There is no other place where I can run away
There is no other space in my own heart just like yours...

Mountains so high you can’t see them
Canyons so low you can’t free them
In every whisper of swaying palm trees
Palm Spring’s my own
I’m coming hone
Palm Spring’s my own
I’m coming hone

Desert moon and wild flowers glistening
Cactus midnight stars are listening to a southwest rare
Track Name: Time And TIme Again
TIME AND TIME AGAIN

Long ago, maybe yesterday underneath a bright blue halo
Fractal ties go dancing by curling into peaceful trail-o’s
Long ago was someone’s destiny
Was someone’s history in a blinking of an eye
Long ago so many stars did die
But like today just as many shine…

Time and time again I just hang out with my friend
And we Marvel at the Milky Way – o
Time and time again I’m amazed and over overwhelmed
And it leaves us both with nothing to say -o

Long ago, maybe next in line underneath a dark red skyway
Mortar flies as mothers cry clutching at each others babies
Long ago is someone’s future game
Is someone’s destiny in a blinking of an eye
Long ago so many stars did shine
But like today just as many die…

Time and time again I just hang out with my friend
And we Marvel at the Milky Way – o
Time and time again I’m amazed and over overwhelmed
And it leaves us both with nothing to say -o
Time and time again I just hang out with my friend
And it’s like we both were meant to gaze -o

I heard there is a great spirit force who created the now & then
But it got so boring for this spirit force
That it was easier to let the ends run free
What will be is what will be
The rest is a big surprise...

Well, time and time again I just hang out with my friend
And we Marvel at the Milky Way – o
Time and time again I’m amazed and over overwhelmed
And it leaves us both with nothing to say -o
Track Name: The King Of Preachers
THE KING OF PREACHERS

We are here - Here and now
Play our roles to perfection
We are here - Here and now
Pay the tolls and move onward

Swore by your words - Acted your pain
Knowing that you were wrong
Laid on the guilt - Franchises built
Knowing that you were wrong
No absolution for a venom like you
No retribution
It was time the world knew

The king of preachers can never go home
Destine to be paralyzed and hammered with stone
The king of preachers can never go home
Stripped of all your holiness
Soon to be the loneliest boy

We are here - Here and now
Play our roles to perfection
We are here - Here and now
Pay the tolls and move onward and upward

Gullible tykes bent with your might
Knowing that you were wrong
So many in shock the day you were caught
Knowing that you were wrong
No absolution
There’s a crack in your grail
No resolution for the ones that you nailed

The king of preachers can never go home
Destine to be paralyzed and hammered with stone
The king of preachers can never go home
Stripped of all your accolades
Cleansed and offered on e-bay - sold!
We are here - Here and now
Play our roles to perfection
We are here - Here and now
Pay the tolls and move onward

When I snuck behind the stage that night
You could barely look me in the eyes
I remember how you mouthed the words
“get out goodbye”
But this time your house of god was no safe place to hide
No, this time your house of god was no safe place to hide
Now, the king of preachers can never go home
Destine to be paralyzed and hammered with stone
The king of preachers can never go home
Stripped of your pomposity - Chained to your insanity
Left pondering eternity - alone

We are here - Here and now
Play our roles to perfection
We are here - Here and now
Pay the tolls and move onward, move onward etc...
Track Name: Residual Echoes Residing In Bogle Cabinet 47 (Part B)
RESIDUAL ECHOES INSIDE BOGLE CABINET 47 (part B)

GD: It's now a matter of history.

There's a delay no matter what yo do
There's a delay and it keeps on coming
There's a delay no matter what yo do
There's a delay and a low noise hummin'
It's true.
Oh so true.
It sucks.

My right arm
My right wrist
It hurts so much I'm getting pissed
I can't do much of anything
My left hand is the weakest ring

(A various Apple Loops Interlude plays here: )

IT WUZ LATE OCTOBRA

(Smithtown High School East Football chants and beastly sounds ...)

Hitman from Hicksville
Hitman from Hicksville
Hitman from Hicksville town

You should know 'cause you've been there
You take any chance win or lose
There's so many roads but ya better beware
You may end up in Wyandanch
You should know 'cause you've been there
You take any chance win or lose
There's so many roads but ya better beware
You may end up in Wyandanch
You may end up in Wyandanch
Yeah, you better beware

Bitch bitch...

Catrina the cat enters the recording studio (Sonic Underground)
JT : Puss!
GD : What's goin' on?
JT : We're just making noises. Don't know where they're gonna fit in.
GD : I can hear ya.

I can crawl again!

JT :
And now that you're older is this where you expected to be?
Three cheers and it's over just like a night on TV

TV guy : Well that's about all the time we have for now but until next time remember :
Not only is a slimmer America better for your health but it is better for the economy.

Cathy Tabacco : Oh god, that got me very upset!
JT : Campy.

JT singing with the Ed Palermo Big Band at the Bottom Line NYC club in Nov. 2001
America the Beautiful - arranged by Ed Palermo

And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea...
Thank you.

21 Walnut Carolers at "Romancing The Bean" in Smithtown, NY 1999
JT, Gian DiMauro, Marci Geller, Paul Michael Barkan :
We wish you a Merry Christmas
We wish you a Merry Christmas
We wish you a Merry Christmas
And a happy New Year

MG : Happy holidays.
JT : Happy holiday Beaners!
GD : Beaners - ha ha ha ha, I like that, Beaners

JT :
Piss Clam Charlie was a jolly Roger
A straight arrow shoot by God
So drink one last round before we put him in the ground next to his old St. Benard - Sam!
Was a scalp top particular about the point it made on a hard shell kin and they called it John Tabacco juice.
Little did he know, twenty years later, or whatever it was, that he'd still be a poor bastard with nobody in his life.
And every dream and promise that he had - SHOT TO THE GROUND! Thank you very much.

"You're Gonna Die Someday" intro riff....

Then on top of fireworks and the intro of "Hey Do I Look Familiar", the FM radio announcer from Muzak station WCTO says : "Where you can feel the difference - 94.3" "Beautiful music from WCTO Stereo".
Track Name: Old Hand Sign
Old Hand Sign

And then he says to me: “Sin?” “What sin?”

He says: “Maybe you were born with sin,
but not me.”
” Can’t nail me.” “I’m an innocent bystander”.  
“Born to live - born to die - it’s no big deal”.
“That’s my reality.”

And he goes on and he goes on and he...

Eventually he says: “And if there is a god so what?”
“If there is a primo manipulator who has it all worked out, than there isn’t much that we can do anyway. Right?”
“If it’s all ready sewn up?” “So then what?”
“What’s the big deal?”
“Aren’t we just little atoms in the fabric of space?”
“Born in a blink, gone in a blink?”

And then I say to him: “Well, then just play me the music and shut up”.
“Just let me enjoy the beauty of the math while I’m still in this absurd body. In this absurd plane.
In this absurd time”.
“You go your way - I’ll go mine”.

And then he stands up and he says:
“Case closed”.
(laughs)

I wish I had nuthin’ but I know I never will
‘cause I got a lot of nuthin’ already...