Engineered: Baboo God
Excuitive Producer: Chris Strouth
Recorded at Impala Digital, The Keep, and Insect Behavior - Los Angeles,
Mastered by Doug Schwartz at Audio Mechanics, July 1999
Ridgway - guitars, keyboards, harmonica, vocals
David Sutton - electric and acoustic bass
Pietra Wexstun - keyboards, vocals, whip-snag ocilators
Ivan Knight - drums and percussion, surfing tips
Rick King - twang guitars and merlot
Larry Grennan - electronics and audio opinions
Mr Mickey - prayers and incense
Jerome "the lip" Bangote -trumpet, flugelhorn
Adrid Frid - harp, dulmicer
Jeff Stooger - recorder, stoopid flute
Tommy Arizona - pedal steel guitar
Bart Funsten - studio assistance and newspaper
Jackie "teak" Lazar - old show-biz stories & woodburner
"I was driving from L.A. to El Paso and I stopped to gas up
and I saw an old church deserted and empty but the bell in the
tower was ringing slowly about every half a minute. Like fate.
No one was around and I couldn't see anybody on the property
at all. And it just one ring. It seemed desolate and not much
solace for anyone with a strictly religious rule book. That
was the inspiration. God was a lonely guy. And so were we all."
Blue Polka dot
"I was plastered at a friends house. Everyone had all ready
gone to bed and I just kept going ya know...They had an old
water soaked piano that I was pawing at about 4 am and this
came out. I felt pretty spent and worn out. Kinda old and
wasted. That night we'd talked about getting old and what
it meant. Some said it didn't mean a thing. I was more on
the finite time line rap. And feeling like I'd past my mid
point. 40 something and counting. My middle passage, I kinda
started to fashion a funeral dirge for middle age. Take it
kids... its all yours....."litz.com,
and on my pal Wayne Kramer's "Beyond Cyberpunk" CD, a compilation
of great music from the site.
I think about my past and memories, a lot gets hazy and hard
to remember exactly. Things get jumbled and why you thought
you did something is hard to recall and why. Is it what happened
to me or just what I thought I wanted to happen? Hard to tell
without a witness. And sometimes they disappear after time.
History has a way of rolling over all us. And then we all
"A piece with no words. That's a relief. Murray was guy my
family knew in
Barstow that always told sad stories about life. He owned
a hardware store
so I don't really know why I made it a steakhouse....maybe
I still like
meat or somethin'..."
"Shame in a life can make you do shameful things sometimes.
yourself to feel the pain you think you deserve for all the
perceive you've failed at.. Or it all just makes you move
far away from
where the shame came from. Best to pack your bag, cut your
loses and get
out before the sun comes up. Sometimes you just have to start
call John Bradshaw...."
Pig Alley "
An extrapolation on events past and present, culminating in
a drastic decision with untold consequences. Well...what did
you expect? I love the trumpet here. It makes me feel like
beating myself up..."
"Jealousy and denial are fascinating subjects for writing
a story. People
can think it was someone else's idea and their motivation
themselves for personal acts of violence or revenge. Or maybe
I just wish
I'd been a private detective with an office on Venice and
is an American way of life."
"Being a priest ain't all its cracked up to be, it seems.
I know a few and all that endless communion and confession
can ultimately converge into just plain commotion. This is
a soundtrack for that inner argument of the soul. Thanks Mickey...and
let it roll."
Had A Stove
"My family have some roots in the south and its kinda complicated
to explain. And once when I was in New Orleans, I took a trip
on a big river paddle boat up the Mississippi. The boat had
a big 'ol steam calliope 'a playing while we trolled up the
muddy, but it was pretty rusted and out of tune. It was a
gray kinda day and the clouds looked like big rain was coming.
And as I sat down on the deck and dipped my toes in the water
feeling for fish, I could just see and kinda imagine... Tom
Sawyer and Huck and Joe and even Mark Twain on the shore waving
at me... but along the way... with them... there were some
others I hadn't counted on. Relatives? Kinfolk? Waving back
and calling me to shore to join them. The ship sailed on and
I went to the bar and ordered a pim's cup...a person's family
is like a hand they get delt in poker. Except you don't get
to fold, only bluff."
"I keep going back to the desert even though I find it to
be a god forsaken place. For a while, I lived in a little
tin shack outside of Barstow. It had a sink and a bathroom
but that was about it. I loved it. There was a cafe near by
where I got everything I needed. Some say to find yourself
you gotta lose yourself first. The deserts a good place for
that. This was inspired by a habit that I've since given up
and people that got caught up in it after I left. We had a
good time though, while it lasted. I still love the dry wind
and the heat of the place though. When pressed...I still say
I miss it. When held to reason...I'm better off staying away."
"Back a few years, a downtown loft space was a place where
I hung for a while. No trees. No grass. Concrete and steel.
I had some friends down there and we all had alot of ideas
about alot of things. And we were working on our art night
and day. Big, big plans. It was great for a while until reality
exploded into the picture and then... it had to be re-framed.
We had alot of good things happen though, and we still talk
about how we're going to get the other stuff we didn't finish..
done. We hope. If we live so long. "
Tons "A song I've sung for a while now. My Dad had this
record and he and I used to sing along together. He was in the
mining business and always told me stories about tunnels and
dirt. I'm still fascinated by digging underground and this song
is an attempt at getting at that feeling. It's also a trip to
the "devil's coal mine". By the great fingerpicker and coal
miner's son, Merle Travis. And "what do ya get"....