This One Goes to Eleven

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All new music from Peter Holsapple, Freedy Johnston, Jody Harris, Kate Jacobs, Dave Schramm, Peter Blegvad, Laura Cantrell w/Franklin Bruno, plus special musical guest Eric Andersen, and conversation with visual artist Fred Tomaselli

Presented by: Nicholas Hill

The Radio Free All Stars: Dave Schramm & David Mansfield

This show was recorded deep beneath the streets of Brooklyn. Eric Andersen was passing through on tour and he brought two new songs, playing guitar and piano, accompanied by David Mansfield—a musical reunion after a mere 35 years. Visual artist Fred Tomaselli came to hang out and chat about making pictures, loving music, how work starts talking back, and his retrospective at The Brooklyn Museum. Laura brought Franklin Bruno and an enchanting song they wrote together. Peter, Peter, Jody, Kate, Freedy and Dave delivered recorded/live songs from the mountains (Freedy) to the seas (Jody) with many moments of gorgeousness all around. Nick’s phone rang in the middle of the show and too bad we didn’t pick up because it was Victoria—maybe she was calling to sing us a song. Next time we’ll answer the phone.

Expecting to Fly by Fred Tomaselli

Peter Holsapple, Happy Birthday to You (Peter Holsapple) performed and recorded by Peter; Hospital Music (BMI) admin Bug Music

Freedy Johnston, The Only One (Freedy Johnston) performed and recorded by Freedy with live violin overdub by David Mansfield; Trouble Tree Music (BMI)

Eric Andersen, Dance of Love and Death, Sinking Deeper into You (Eric Andersen) performed live by Eric on guitar (1) and piano (2), with David Mansfield on violin (1) and mandolin (2); Wind and Sand Music (ASCAP) admin Bug Music

Jody Harris, Aquarelle (Jody Harris) performed and recorded by Jody with overdubs by David Schramm, vibes and shaker;  Copyright Control Jody Harris

Kate Jacobs, At the Park (Kate Jacobs) performed and recorded by Kate with subsequent studio overdubs by Dave, acoustic & electric guitar, and live dobro overdub by David Mansfield; Small Pond Music (BMI)

Fred Tomaselli, visual artist in discussion about art & music.

Dave Schramm, Eleven (Dave Schramm) performed and recorded by Dave; Hot Stove Music (BMI)

Peter Blegvad, Our First Kiss (Peter Blegvad) performed and recorded by Peter Blegvad; Copyright Control Peter Blegvad

Laura Cantrell, Someday Sparrow (Laura Cantrell and Franklin Bruno) live with Laura, guitar and vocal; Franklin, piano; Dave Schramm, guitar; David Mansfield, dobro; Thrift Shop Songs (BMI) admin Bug Music

Engineered by Dave Schramm in an undisclosed location deep beneath Brooklyn, November 15, 2010

Other guests:  Ted Barron, Carol Rothman

Songwriters’ comments:

Peter Blegvad on Our First Kiss:

All you need is love! As every song writer knows, falling in love is research, an occupational obligation. The narrator in this song is a bit of a creep, a mental stalker. The kind of guy parents dread their daughter will fall for.  Luckily, nothing lasts.

PS – I played everything myself, though the rhythm section was provided by GarageBand.

Peter Holsapple on Happy Birthday to You:

Imagining what it would be like to celebrate without the celebrant present.  I don’t have much more to say, except that 1.) this song is birthed from another unexpected expected death of a friend and 2.) even though the drums are set up, I couldn’t see adding them to the track (or maybe I couldn’t execute them in such a way as to not distract from the song).

It is going to be a resolution of mine in 2011 to get up to a taping of the Radio Free Song Club. [YEAH! ed.]



Dave Schramm on Eleven:

Time, time, time. We’ll have the time of our lives when the timing is right.

Recorded this when I had a wicked head cold. But there was some quality about the vocal that I liked and couldn’t recapture when my head cleared. So what the hell, leave well enough alone.

Jody Harris on Aquarelle:
Blegvad sent me a horrible Europop video, stereotype oleaginous ghoul, lipsynching a dismal little cheery tune against a backdrop of orange sunflowers. Some part of me wanted to be a part of this – if I could pull off a Eurovision Song Contest-type bossa nova thing with a Pataphysical lyric, the universe might actually explode, or something.

The title came out of a dream. I batted it around for a few days and, after bending it back into shape, began writing, in bed in Greenpoint, Brooklyn, early one morning and had an, er, finished, song by the afternoon. Interesting thing is, it’s virtually impossible not to generate meaning. I kept lapsing into sanity despite my best efforts. Am fond, though, of

“Burger to swan, after stotting, a love song?
Missionary, impecunious, arf, arf, arf,”

which came out in one string, like dictation.

Recorded in our computer room on a TASCAM digital 8-track (DON’T buy one) using a Studio Projects B-1 mike (DON’T buy one), performed with much difficulty on a nice Blueridge dreadnought (from the collection of Robert Quine) that I neglected to tune to E before laying down the track, thus condemning Dave Schramm to hours of messing around before he could lay down his too cool vibes.

It would be a lot better with Astrud singing it.