SKIN

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c/p 1996 by Jabberwock Comments I wrote this song in the early 90s. This is an alternative version recorded right after we finished Southland. Frankly, I like this better than the Letterbomb version, which was recorded at a later time. This version fits with where we ended up in Jabberwock - more melodic and acoustic guitar driven. Long after we recorded this particular version of Skin, I wrote a lovely counterpoint vocal part in the second verse. I hate to mess with the original mixes and performances, but I went back into the time machine to change history. Well, kind of. I dropped this mix into Logic Pro and added the vocal counterpoint in the second verse. And while I was messing with the song, I couldn't resist adding a mellotron part in the bridge, last chorus, and outro. It adds grandeur and perhaps a bit of style. Wishnefsky
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OUR BLESSED ISABELLA She was the queen who couldn’t come clean To stay in her fancy, rumors and glancing Shifting through pedals, roses, medals Harbinger muses and oil paint ruses of . . . Our Blessed Isabella Sitting in the sun Until the flames have come She was the dove that severed its wings On razor blade love and hair trigger flings Courtesy fencing and muscular tensing She’s seeing double through Mr. B. Rubble of . . . Our Blessed Isabella Sitting in the sun Until the flames have come One Wicked Isabella Looking so sublime Choking on her time And the sun bleeds down From her melting crown Say what you will but I have to thrill you You feathered and tarred me Now you will be sorry She was the bitch, impossibly rich Her faithful battalions hung like medallions She egged my garden and promised me pardon Slipped me a mickey and carved out a hickey of . . . Our Blessed Isabella Sitting in the sun Until the flames have come One Wicked Isabella Looking so sublime Choking on her time And the sun bleeds down Our Blessed Isabella c1996 by Wishnefsky Wishnefsky – vocals, acoustic guitars, electric guitar Todd Jameson – synth Dave Rodgers – drums Stephen Bock – electric guitar Archie Frugone – bass COMMENTS I wrote this song towards the end of the Jabberwock days. We recorded it during the last sessions we ever did in November of 1996. We did Isabella, (I Want to) Disappear, Cakewalk, and Gates of Paradise. It was the only time that we recorded with our live guest musicians Archie Frugone (bass) and Steve Bock (guitar). They did a great job. If Jabberwock had kept on going, we would used them on future recordings. They play their respective instruments much better than I do and they always got the feel of the music (which is a lot harder than it sounds). In 1998, Veneer redid Our Blessed Isabella for the Sandbag demos. I tell the story behind this song in the comments for the Veneer version. So, if you're interested, head over there for more. In the meantime, here's some history for you: I met Dave and Steve when I was a junior at El Camino Real High School in Woodland Hills, a suburb of Los Angeles at the west end of a scorching wasteland known as the San Fernando Valley. They were in a cover band called Atlantis. Dave's PE locker was next to mine. Somehow we discovered that we were both musicians. Dave told me his band was looking for a keyboardist and invited me to audition. I had never been in a band before, although I had been writing songs since I was a little kid. So, mustering a nervous combination of courage and ambition, I lugged my gigantic Fender Rhodes to the living room of Steve's parents house (which included two luxurious green chairs that much later made their home in Jabberwock's studio at Dev's house). I set up and played through a bunch of songs with the band. It was easy. Then they asked me to play a solo. I remember it was a Paul McCartney song and in G minor. I was an absolutely horrific soloist at the time. But I could play impressively fast. So I basically just blazed up and down G minor scales, which was no small task given the waterbed action of that damn Rhodes. I hoped the velocity of my playing would distract the band from noticing little things like my complete lack of dynamics, invention, and melody. Well, Dave and Steve certainly noticed. But they didn't care because, after rehearsal, I sat down at Steve's stand up piano and started playing every Elton John song that Steve could think of. Dave thumped along in his best Nigel Olsson impersonation and Steve morphed into Davey Johnston. There was instant chemistry and life long friendships were born. As it turned out, certain band members wanted me and other band members didn't. My audition inspired a massive band dilemma that resulted in Dave and the other guitar player leaving to form a rival band, while Steve, the bass player, and the lead singer asked me to join them. We auditioned some drummers and they all sucked compared to Dave. The four of us begged Dave and the other guitar player to return to the fold. They did and over the next few years, we played a slew of high school dances and parties, and one dance marathon at 6:30 in the morning. Wishnefsky
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(I WANT TO) DISAPPEAR My life is a series of dog days And delirious cat calls I try to read between the lines of My sinister pratfalls Now I want to disappear I'm sick and tired of the constant fear I don't believe a single word I hear I want to disappear My time is nothing but a quagmire of Lust and confusion My eyes are following a lead line of Pomp and delusion Now I want to disappear I'm sick and tired of the constant fear I don't believe a single word I hear I want to disappear Now I want to disappear Now I want to fade away I'm sick and tired of the games I play I don't believe a single word I say I want to fade away Now I want to disappear I'm sick and tired of the constant fear I don't believe a single word I hear I want to disappear My life . . . c1996 by Wishnefsky Wishnefsky – vocals, electric guitars, synths Todd Jameson – synths Dave Rodgers – drums Stephen Bock – electric guitar Archie Frugone – bass COMMENTS No, the protagonist of this song is not seeking to fulfill his lifelong dream of becoming David Copperfield's assistant. Rather, this is the lonely cry of a poor soul who is drowning metaphorically in sadness, but lacks the wherewithal to drown himself physically in water – all to a peppy beat and fetching chord changes. This was one of the few Jabberwock songs that sounded much better live than recorded. I'm not sure why. Wishnefsky
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EMPTY Did you go to Sunday school? Where they make you look like a fool Did they tell you what is real? How to think and how to feel? Did they put your brain on the cross? Did they teach you who’s the boss? Did they take your flesh and soul And rake your beating heart across the coals? Oh, yeah I know you feel the same as me Oh, yeah I’m sure we share the same disease Cause it feels like God is pissed at me And now you know what empty is I’m choking on my rosary Now you know what empty is Now you know what empty is Be careful what you say and who you know Or you’ll wind up where the naughty little children go If you tread in the valley of sin You’d better say your prayers because God always wins Oh, yeah I know you feel the same as me Oh, yeah I’m sure we share the same disease Cause it feels like God is pissed at me And now you know what empty is I’m choking on my rosary Now you know what empty is Now you know what empty is Now you know Oh, yeah I know you feel the same as me c1996 by Wishnefsky Wishnefsky – vocals, acoustic guitar, electric guitars, synths, bass, tapes Dave Rodgers – drums COMMENTS This song started with a fragment of an idea consisting of some chords changes and a melody that ultimately became the chorus. That particular idea germinated for a few years, but nothing came of it other then the words, "And now you know what empty is." I certainly knew what empty was, but describing it in a lyric was another ball of wax altogether. In 1995, I took a trip to New York to visit my friend Alan Rosenbach, who was doing a residency in dermatology in Brooklyn, which, you may not know, is renowned for a wide variety of extremely unusual skin conditions suffered by its populace. As Alan showed me around the Big Apple, we passed through Times Square. A couple of gentlemen were preaching through a public address system. It sounded very cool to me – not the content of their words - but the sound of their voices coming from the speakers and bouncing off the buildings. I recorded it with a tiny cassette recorder that I carried with me for such moments. The recording of the Times Square preachers inspired me to build a complete song around the fragment of an idea. I don't know why we never rehearsed Empty or played it live. It would have been easy for us to pull off. I think our audience would have liked it. Oh well. Wishnefsky
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IT MUST FEEL GOOD (Human, wandering about the Wilderness of Society) "High above my head The eagle spreads his wings With poison on his beak Deceitfully he sings High above my head With a scroll in his claws He starts his descent Down on my flaws" (Winged One, perched on the ledge overlooking the Wilderness of Society) "Oh Wicked Man below me You never leave the ground And the wind is softly singing But you never hear a sound" (Spirit of Desolation, floating next the Winged One) "It must feel good to be in pain It must feel good It must feel good to hold your head in shame" (Human, wandering about the Wilderness of Society) “Far below my feet Crawls the might worm Digging for the surface Like an egg driven sperm” (Scaled One, winding through the grasses on the edge of the Wilderness of Society) "Hissing in my sleep Slithering in my dreams A million mouthless voices A cacophony of screams" (Spirit of Desolation, floating over the Scaled One) "It must feel good to be in pain It must feel good It must feel good to hold your head in shame It must feel good to be in pain It must feel good It must feel good to hold your head in shame” Human, Winged One, and Scaled One, repeating after the Spirit of Desolation “It must feel good" (Human, pressing forward in the Tunnel of Perpetual Travel) “Tina, you’re going the wrong way” c1995 by Wishnefsky Wishnefsky – vocals, electric guitars, synths, bass, tapes Todd Jameson – vocals, synths Dave Rodgers – drums Tina LaMonica –Human pressing forward the wrong way in the Tunnel of Perpetual Travel COMMENTS When we recorded the songs for Letterbomb, we started to introduce more of an edge into the music. We also started to experiment more with creative sounds and textures. A certain group of songs started to take on lives of their own. It Must Feel Good was one of them. The fast guitar part in the intro and outro was something that I wrote messing around on the guitar. It never sounded right to me when I played an electric guitar through an amplifier. However, when we employed the old punk rock trick of plugging an electric guitar directly into the board through a distortion pedal – eureka! It finally sounded right. I taped the voices in Paris in 1994 on my trusty video cam. One voice is the taped narration for a slide show exhibition in a dark, musty, scary, ghost-inhabited room in the crypt of Basilique du Sacre Coeur (Church of the Sacred Heart) on Montmartre Hill. Another voice is the conductor on the Paris Metro. You can hear the buzzer warning that the train doors are about to close. The drumming at the end was a street musician in a Metro station. If you listen closely, at the end, you can hear me telling my wife that she was going the wrong way. I originally sang the chorus, but it never sounded right to me. Todd, on the other hand, was perfect. He really laid into the performance. Mixing It Must Feel Good was a complete nightmare. We never got it right, or, at least, never to my satisfaction. The version you hear now was the best we could do. This is a perfect example of a Jabberwock song that would have benefited greatly from the technological advances in the last decade. Wishnefsky
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GATES OF PARADISE Rolling your eyes with the juju beads With a twisted limb and a bended knee Kamikaze chaos in the back of your head Like a prehistoric monster oozing up from the dead Screaming at the telly like a tabby on fire Screaming to be heard over jet airliners We’re coming down for a runway crash Loaded up with alcohol, weapons, and cash Register trouble on the Richter scale It’s another doomed plan that could never fail Safe inside the belly of a roving beast With the jaws of death on a gorging feast Scaring all the ladies with the bulge in your pants Like a European playboy from the south of France Running up the bill in credit card romance Like an epileptic rhino attempting to dance Blowing all your money on the roll of the dice With garage door opener for the gates of paradise c1996 by Wishnefsky Wishnefsky – vocals, electric guitars, synths, bass Dave Rodgers – drums COMMENTS This waltz is something of a circus bigtop number, though it mostly avoids the high wire and seldom strays from the elephants, clowns, and juggling monkeys. Gates is really more of a Veneer song. In Jabberwock, we never even considered playing it live. I had someone very specific in mind when I wrote this tune and he doesn't have a clue who he is. So we'll just leave it at that and call it a day, if you don't mind. Wishnefsky
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HER PURPLE WATCH She took her purple watch back from Michelle To complete the colors of the rainbow With a fist full of worries in the one hand And a green plastic cross in the other Nothing left, Nothing left Nothing left to live for Nothing left, Nothing left Nothing left to live for Any dress her money bought Couldn’t hide the tender spot Inside of her that wants to die The only thing she’s never tried Nothing left, nothing left Nothing left Nothing left for her to tell the time with Moments drawing lines across her forehead She took a picture of the Queen in stockings The bottom fell out of the sky Nothing left, Nothing left Nothing left to live for Nothing left, Nothing left Nothing left to live for Geezahs was a butch lesbian cross dresser God was just a thorn in her side She couldn’t stop staring at a crippled boy Proving blood is thicker than crocodile tears Nothing left, Nothing left Nothing left to live for Nothing left, Nothing left Nothing left to live for Any dress her money bought Couldn’t hide the tender spot Inside of her that wants to die The only thing she’s never tried Nothing left, Nothing left Nothing left to live for Nothing left, Nothing left Nothing left to live for Nothing left Nothing left to live for c1995 by Wishnefsky Wishnefsky – vocals, electric guitars, synths, bass Dave Rodgers – drums COMMENTS This song is loosely based on a true story. The names have been changed to protect the innocent, though that exercise is more lip service than anything inasmuch as there is relatively little that could be considered innocent about the main characters here. I think of this song as clash of the titans of frivolous narcissism. The original version of this song was much simpler, really only two chords. The older version relied on dynamics to get its point across. But it wasn't that much of a point musically and the lyric, which I have always liked a lot, deserved better. So somewhere around 1994, I rewrote the music and was much happier. We played the old version of the song live a few times, mostly as an experiment to see if adrenaline would push it to new heights. Instead, it only inspired us to ditch the song. We never played the new version live. I generally used a standard tuning for my guitar parts. This song is an exception. I used an unorthodox open A tuning. Listening to this song now produces mixed emotions. I really like some of it. Other parts I wish I could do over again, such as the instrumental bridge and a few of the vocal lines. But, all in all, this song has a great energy to it. The glass is neither half full nor half empty. Rather, it is sitting on the table where I left it and I expect you to clean up the mess if you knock it over again. Wishnefsky
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WITH A BULLET How can you live with yourself? Holding your life like an eggshell Leaving your head in the sun Flying the unfriendly skies Banking your wings in the wind storm Sky-writing smoke swastikas The time has come The time has come for you There’s a bullet with your name on it c1995 by Wishnefsky Wishnefsky – vocals, acoustic guitars, synths, reverse samples Todd Jameson – vocals Dave Rodgers – loops COMMENTS This song was another experimental piece. The rhythm track is a loop of Dave playing the drums played back at different speed and run through a bunch of effects, augmented by some analog synth sounds played on my vintage duophonic Maxi-Korg. The acoustic guitar part was played in an open D tuning. The keyboard part in the middle and end is simply a long sample played turned upside down so its plays backwards. Very easy to do nowadays in the digital world. It was a bit trickier at the time doing it on a Roland S-330 sampler. Yes, I realize the melody on the verse is a bit Beatlesque. I'm not sure that this song is finished. My comments are, though. Wishnefsky
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STANDING TALL (AT THE LOWEST POINT ON EARTH) Patience flies in the face of death Trying not to draw that final breath I’m weak man in the strangest ways Whose virtue has known better days I’m standing tall At the lowest point on earth Lovers cry, their stars uncrossed Bitter years forever lost I can’t control my wounded heart I can’t digest another tart I’m standing tall At the lowest point Maybe we could dig a little deeper We could make the plummet even steeper Even steeper Nothing comes from troubled minds But plastic grins and gracious lies Another lost puppy in the garden of life Marauding the block on garbage night I’m standing tall At the lowest point on earth Patience flies Patience flies c1995 by Wishnefsky Wishnefsky – vocals, acoustic guitars, electric guitars, bass, synth Dave Rodgers – drums, tambourine COMMENTS I did stand tall at the lowest point on Earth when my wife and I visited Death Valley in the early 90s. Nevertheless, this song does not concern the physical desert. No, it addresses the psychological desert through which some of us must wander, endeavoring to determine whether the distant palm trees and gazebos shimmering in the heat waves represent a fictional oasis, or something a bit more mundane, like another Starbucks. I wrote some of the music for Standing Tall in the early 90s when Rod was still in the band. At first, this song, like a lot of ambitious attention-seeking songs, dreamed of being a pop hit, adored by all, especially spunky teenage girls. Over time, though, I'm happy to report that Standing Tall grew up and matured into an adult song, wisely casting aside the shallow reveries of youth. (If you don't think songs take on lives of their own, far beyond the control of the composer, then clearly you are not a song-writer.) We recorded different versions of this songs, including one during which Todd, who does not play guitar, "played" the guitar solo on the outro. I believe it was Mike's idea. He turned up the amp very loud and cranked up the distortion pedals. Then he handed the Beast (one of my guitars) to Todd and said, "Let it rip!" Todd looked at me like it might not be a bad idea to contact some mental health professionals to bring Mike to a nice quiet room where he wouldn't hurt himself or anyone else. In spite of Todd's reluctance to live out any long repressed Eddie Van Halen fantasies, we rolled tape and he played something that was more feedback than actual guitar playing. And it sounded, well, interesting. I believe I have a mix featuring Todd's guitar solo. If enough of you clamor for it loudly enough, I might upload it. I played the guitar solo on this version. I was trying, with limited success, to imitate Mike's lovely, lyrical style of playing. We also recorded a version of this song with Todd singing. It's hard to say who sings it better. Probably Todd. But I own it a bit more than he does. If I find a decent mix with Todd singing, I'll upload it. Wishnefsky

OFF

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OFF Gotta get it off my back Gotta get it off my chest Gotta get it off my back Gotta get it off my chest Down in the morning Sell me my coffee Set me in motion What should I say Who the Hell am I? I’m at the job now It’s just another day Hand me my papers Guess I’ll be on my way Cause who the Hell am I? Gotta get it off my back Gotta get it off my chest Gotta get it off my back Gotta get it off my chest I don’t know this thing That I’ve become Take me or leave me Blind, deaf, and dumb Who the Hell am I? Who the Hell am I? Gotta get it off my back Gotta get it off my chest Gotta get it off my back Gotta get it off my chest Gotta get it off Gotta get it off my . . . c1994 by Wishnefsky and Todd Jameson Wishnefsky – vocals, electric guitars, bass Todd Jameson - vocals Dave Rodgers – drums COMMENTS Now we're really digging deep into Jabberwock's past. This is one of the real early songs, written while Rod was still in the band. We went through a period where I was speaking lyrics as much as singing them. Now, mind you, I wasn't rapping and I couldn't rap if my life depended on it. No, I was speaking, as you can plainly hear on this song. This version of Off was recorded at least three or four years after the song was written. We went through a stretch where we recorded some of the older songs using updated, better sounding recording gear - just to give it a go and see if anything struck us. This version is much more energetic and rocking than the original, which was more ethereal and dreamy. Note how much we speed up at the end. We didn't always record to a click track because Dave was usually pretty steady. On this particular take, maybe he thought the tape was going to run out before the song did. Wishnefsky
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BEGINNING OF THE END Oh little one, you are so simple Oh little one, you are so deadly now Oh little one, you have entered us Oh little one, we won’t forget you Slip into my blood stream Fall into my arms Come inside my body Come and do your harm Oh tiny one, so young and tender Oh tiny one, we will remember you Oh tiny one, you have reminded us Oh tiny one, you could have bound us all together Slip into my blood stream Fall into my arms Come inside my body Come and do your harm It’s the beginning of the end Beginning of the end Oh little one, you are so simple Oh little one, you are so deadly now Oh little one, you have entered us Oh little one, we won’t forget you, no Slip into my blood stream Fall into my arms Come inside my body Come and do your harm Beginning of the end Beginning of the end Beginning of the end Beginning of the end It’s the beginning of the end Slip into my blood stream Fall into my arms c1994 by Wishnefsky Wishnefsky – vocals, electric guitars, bass Todd Jameson – vocals, snyth Dave Rodgers – drums, tambourine Stephen Bock – guest back up vocals COMMENTS This is another one of the older Jabberwock songs. It was meant to be a companion song immediately following Off. We recorded a few different versions. This one is clearly the best. Mike co-produced it with me and solved some of the little technical arrangement issues. We played this song live a lot during our Southland shows. The back and forth between Todd and me on lead vocals seemed to work really well in front of an audience. We recorded this version after Southland was released. Had this mix been completed earlier, I think Beginning would have fit very well on Southland. It didn't fit with the Letterbomb songs Beginning of the End is about AIDS. It was inspired by the tragic passing of a close friend and wonderful person named Robert Cohen. It is dedicated to his memory. Wishnefsky
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WIGGED AND SPUN You know how things work out You know how debts are paid There’s only so much time To counteract the pain Wigged and Spun I know you’re frightened, baby Of my poison kiss There’s only so much time Until eternal bliss Wigged and Spun I know you’re tired now Well, so am I You’ve got a life to live There’s only so much time Wigged and Spun c1995 by Wishnefsky Wishnefsky – vocals, electric guitars, synths Todd Jameson – vocals Dave Rodgers – drums, loop, vocals COMMENTS Ever find yourself in an alternate universe where right is left, in is out, and your tears float up to the clouds like backwards rain? Well, I haven't either. But, I tried to imagine it and that's how Wigged and Spun entered this specific universe. The rhythm pulse for this song is a loop of Dave playing this unique, miniature steel slide guitar that Todd found at a garage sale. That instrument sat in our studio for a long time and we could never figure out how to play it correctly. Fortunately, Dave figured out to play it incorrectly. Dave's drum part, which I think is brilliant, was run through a lexicon effect with a harmonizer setting, so that the drum part is doubled an octave lower. The "wigged and spun" vocals, sung by Todd, Dave, and myself, went through the same effect, though the source signal was turned almost all the way down. I suspect that we put the effect on the drums by accident and discovered it sounded cool. Wigged and Spun likely represents the zenith of our post Southland, experimental period. Our primary goal was to be creative and weird. Unlike the Bush administration's attempt to "liberate" Iraq, I believe we accomplished our goal. It was quite kind of Michael James to indulge us when he mixed this song. Wishnefsky
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RED TAG Do you want to overcome your fear? Do you want meaning in your life? Well, the answers you have been seeking Are waiting for you here Take my hand and walk with me Into the land of the passionate spender The table is set so take your place Forget your regrets and put on a happy face Dear Valued Customer, We need you to make that leap of faith That twist of reason That one big step We need your business because we love you And better prices is how we show it We are the lowest That’s why you shop here She went back to her room Where the Bible remains in the drawer God is hiding somewhere He’s been hiding more and more She closed the blinds and lit the candles Drew a circle in the dust Put a picture in the middle All covered with tears and rust I believe the temperature was falling Between the grunts, the snorts, and the chortles “Mr. Satan!” she was calling Don’t be rude to immortals I’d like to purchase a time tested curse From your red tag mail order sale Is your operator waiting? I’m calling you for help. Take my hand and walk with me Into the land of the passionate spender The table is set so take your place Forget your regrets and put on your happy face We are the lowest We are the lowest That’s why you shop here All the angels and the demons Were fighting for market control But as long as we keep buying They’ll keep selling souls c1995 by Wishnefsky Wishnefsky – vocals, electric guitars, bass, synths Dave Rodgers – drums, percussion COMMENTS I wrote Red Tag before Jabberwock was formed. It was originally called 'Demons of Retail." The first demo was sequenced using old Performer software on a Mac which had a hard drive with 20 mg of memory. 20 mg! It sequenced 8 different sounds on a Roland S-330 sampler and a Roland D-50 split into organ and string patches. It was a little rough on the ears, but representative of the basic idea. At some point around 1995, I played the demo for Dave and he liked the song. So we gave it a go. He replaced the sequence percussion and drums. I added guitar, bass, and keyboard parts, and put down a vocal. Some of the vocals were run through a Boss distortion pedal. By the time we were done, a few of the old keyboard parts were all that remained of the original version. Mike helped us mix it. There are some things about this song that I absolutely love. For example, I think the section where the organ comes in - "she went back to her room . . ." is quite powerful and foretells the majestic ending section. The instrumental part gets in a great progressive space and Dave's performance is spectacular. The transition to the ending section sends shivers down my spine. I love the way the string synths warmly swirl and elevate the song. I am a huge fan of old Genesis - when Peter Gabriel was in the band - and some parts of Red Tag give me the same feeling as songs like Fountain of Salmacis, Can-Utility and the Coastliners, and, dare I say, a little bit of Supper's Ready. I would love to perform Red Tag with vari-lights blazing through banks of fog. Wishnefsky
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UNTITLED c1995 by Wishnefsky Wishnefsky - synths, tapes, electric guitars Dave Rodgers - percussion COMMENTS This piece is one of the few instrumental pieces ever recorded by Jabberwock. It is based around some tapes I made of various sounds in Paris in 1994, including a street musician playing the sax and the train arriving in a large underground Metro station with lovely reverberation. I believe the church bells are from the Pantheon in the Latin Quarter. Dave played his hi hat carefully placed on the floor of the studio. Somehow, he brilliantly made his part work seamlessly with the tape of the Metro station. I think he played the percussion part at the end by using drum sticks on a pair of congas. I played string samples that we ran through an unusual patch on the lexicon LXP-15 that Mike dialed up. It produced some beautiful overtones that gave the part a mysterious haunting vibe. Sometimes this song feels unfinished to me. Coming up with a proper title would certainly help. Some 12 years after this song came into existence, I'm still looking for a title. I must be either very patient or a total idiot. For a couple of showcase gigs, we played a DAT recording of this song as we walked up on stage. It cast an otherworldly spell that prepared the audience for the unique experience of a Jabberwock concert. Or so we liked to think. Wishnefsky

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