Everything you ever wanted to know about the basics of "Deception of the Year" are here at your very fingertips. More to come later...
words and music: andy moore
vocals, acoustic guitar: andy moore
bass guitar: Dan Bozek
drums, percussion: Nicole Steele
production: Brian Sears & andy moore
From the moment that I met you
I knew that I was jinxed.
You cast your spell upon me,
Yeah, you knew just how to speak.
And the moves you made were effortless,
Enough to make me stay...
It was a countdown to deception of the day.
(Chorus)
Four were the calls you did not answer.
And three times I begged you not to leave.
That was two more chances than you needed.
Now with my heart down...
"Better do this, lay off of that."
The ice in every word
Paid tribute absolutely
To the cost my heart incurred.
That you were so unhappy
Was written in that scowl.
At time this sucker took you back...
But I know better now.
(chorus)
Open all your doors
Invite me in to places sacrosanct.
Yeah, I stand and wait to consummate
A longing all for you.
To my dismay you push me back,
You lock me out,
Start talkin' smack.
Now I can read you like a road map.
You've got nothing left to prove.
Four were the call you did not answer.
And three times I begged you not to leave.
That was two more chances than you needed.
Now with my heart down...
You made a fool of me.
The order of these numbers
Is nothing new to you.
You've solidified your place in time
Doing what you do.
So, if I may interrupt you,
I'd like to bend your ear.
Give a big congratulations...
For deception of the year.
Here's a little info on the 1st track of the new EP "5 in common". This is probably one of my favorite originals.
words and music: andy moore
vocals, acoustic guitar: andy moore
bass guitar: Dan Bozek
drums, percussion: Nicole Steele
production: Dan Bozek, Brian Sears, andy moore
Horizon before me
I watch as the sun breaks the haze.
The wheels hit the tarmac
I shuffle myself through the maze.
Take the “L” downtown through the night.
Lake Michigan sits proud with her crown of soaring lights.
Hello, hello.
It’s been far too long since I’ve seen you
How do you do?
I’m quite well myself
Can we see all the sights and the zoo?
How I’ve missed your sweet company.
It’s been a rocky road at times, would you agree?
Nowhere to go.
Chicago
I’ve known you from before.
No mistaken
My feet have walked your shores.
My old friend,
I’m knocking at your door
Chicago,
Won’t you tell me more?
A blanket of twilight
I watch as the stars rise above.
Now boarding gate 30,
I leave you, my city, with love.
You are near my heart from here on out
No one will ever take what I have found.
No no no.
I am so very proud to be presenting to you the next chapter in the Andy Moore discography: "5 in common". A collection of five distinct songs from my previous and not-so-previous past, "5 in common" is the result of many-a-Sunday-night recording sessions with my sound engineering friend, Brian Sears. This EP features songs that each hold a bit of surprise, but yet maintain their true authenticity as songs by the Andy hand.
That this CD has even made it to press is nothing short of a small miracle—for me, anyhow. With projects past, I had always had certain fabulous peeps at my disposal to lean on when it came to the actual process of getting the CD recorded and out the door. This time was different. This time, there was no one urging on the formulation of the project. This time, there was no one ushering me through the production maze. There was my little musical hand…without anyone holding it. And thus I was thrust—virtually over a matter of minute-like months—into artist adulthood. And the people all say “‘bout effin’ time, Andy.”
So here I am now, having run the gauntlet of music’s digital creation, and I’ve emerged a bonified home-recording artist of the 21st Century—a cheap but steadily-growing quality of so much of the independent music of our time. These songs may not be the most recent tunes I’ve written, but these five songs share a chemistry that reaches far beyond the namesake 4/4 time signature. "5 in common" brings five markedly different songs together by, well…uh…putting them together on a CD. No one really knows why they work together. But they do. They click. And that’s all that really matters when making a CD, I feel. The songs just have to work together…and these do. For sure, you’ll be surprised by some of the things you hear… but I truly believe that in the end, you’ll be pleasantly surprised.
As the days go by, I’ll be sharing more and more about the disc and its making: who the instrumentalists are, what the songs are about, why these songs were chosen, etc. So, if you wanna know more about how my songwriter self operates, you’ll have to join me in the digital world.
In the meantime, "5 in common" drops this coming Tuesday, July 6. CDs will be available at CDBaby.com and at Plan 9 Music in Richmond, as well as on iTunes and other digital music downloading sites within the month. And of course, CDs are always available at shows... the first of which is the Official CD Release Show here in Richmond at the Gay Community Center of Richmond (at Diversity Thrift) on July 24. (See tour page for more details.)
I look forward to our fireside chats….
(And for the record: A huge thank you to Brain for putting up with me for so long. And an equally big thank you to Mel for putting up with us for so long.)
This year, my holiday season, like most of yours, I presume, is filled with finding perfect little gifts for the perfect little people of our lives...no pressure, of course. And try as we may, it usually ends up the case that we either: a) don’t get all of our shopping done until the last minute or b) we put such fierce stress on ourselves from Black Friday on in, that we freak out and buy out costco.com’s online clearance before Saturday. In either case, it can’t be good so it certainly can’t be healthy. As much as we want to make the situation all about the giving with love, even the most mall-savvy shopper can become beleaguered by the quest and find it hard to motivate to action.
So, I’ve taken a moment, right here, right now to show to you a few items i’ve encountered this holiday season. When I’m feelin’ worn down from the endless googling, when i just can’t seem to flip through the pages fast enough, I will inevitably find something so curious that I can’t help but to stumble into laughter. From Best Buy to Campmor, Target to L.L. Bean, I’ve scoured the catalogs--i know, but they just keep coming--and I’ve surfed all the sites, i’ve even braved a few local retail shops. The search for my psychological freedom has been close. But until I do find release, I can bask in the delight of having found these precious treasures. And now you can too.
My first find is apparently the “original” Snuggie. (Don’t laugh, we’ve all thought it was a good idea at least once.) But, this is not a Snuggie, it’s a Slanket. I bet you’re saying, now, besides the usual cheesiness, what’s so fab about a Snuggie? Well, my friend, the best thing about this Slanket: it travels. Oh. Wait, what? That’s right. Travel Slanket. This one can be put in the car, carried on the train, tucked under the arm for a walk, or taken on the aero-plane...unlike the orignal Slanket that cannot travel, for it is afraid!!!! Seriously? Travel Slanket? What the gees?!? I get the Slanket: you sit, you get cold, you get warm with Slanket, you wanna be able to channel surf without getting cold again. It’s brilliant. But it’s downright gimmicky to promote a product that is only minutely smaller than its orginal counterpart--i mean, it’s still full body length--no matter how cute it’s travel bag. You be the judge.
The second item I found was less than eye catching. You see, for many who do not know, I practice the skill of carpentry in addition to songstry. So safety glasses are pretty much a given for me. However, where the weirdness really starts to feel special, where that fine line between clever idea and bad joke really begins to blur is when the front of the catalog reads “Sur la table”-- not “Lowe’s”, not “Sears”--a kitchen store? For these were not safety glasses that I gazed upon; these were onion goggles. These ridiculous eye protecting goggles shield our sensitive eyes from the tears of green onion, red onion, yellow onion, white onion and even shallots! Yay. No more tears... just like Johnson & Johnson. Terrific. I still find it difficult to believe, though, that this is on someone’s wish list. Really?!?! Should I expect my brother-in-law to see these goggles at a New Year’s Sale at Kohl’s and wonder why no one thought to give a pair to him? Is it that tough to keep a candle nearby. “No, wait, honey, the onion goggles go on the top rack.” I have one word: wow.
What else, what else. Oh course, I’m drawing a blank as I sit and type, but you get what I mean, yes??? Duluth Trading Company has another good one, milk crates. Remember when you were a kid and you’d find those milk crates tucked in the corner of your garage with the words “Property of” such-and-such dairy, and then you’d wonder why they were in your garage. Well, Duluth has now saved us all. They are offering real-deal milk crates! The best part is, of course, that they can be legally yours.... for almost $15 a pop. You’ve never been so excited. Tell me, why would you ever *pay* for a milk crate, when you can just snag one. Really. No, I’m serious. Why pay?
Dear, oh, dear. In any case, this is just a snippet of how my season is floating by thus far. I do hope you have found some holiday relief in these few passages. The season is too short to spend it in distress!
I will try me bestest to be a better blogger in the upcoming months and years. It’s been too long. I’ve missed you. And let's be honest. I sometimes have a lot to say.
As for music, keep your ears open.... And to all a happy holiday time. Sweet.
Pema and I attended an Indigo Girls concert last night at The National, a revived theater here in downtown Richmond, Virginia. While I was there taking in the intoxicating harmonies of Amy Ray and Emily Saliers, I began to think back on my initial introduction to the duo’s music and just how their influence shaped my life, both musically and personally.
It all began back in the 8th grade. A new educational television network called “Channel 1” had recently been delivered into every classroom at my middle school back in Borger, Texas. One day during Earth Week, Channel 1 featured bands whose musical message spoke to that of resource conservation and whose activism included earth-friendly overtones. I believe it was on the Tuesday of that week that I first saw the Indigo Girls flash across the classroom TV screen. Riding the heels of the their most recent release Nomads * Indians * Saints, they appeared in the talking box for only a couple of minutes…. but it was just long enough for me to hear a sampling of their sound – “Hammer and a Nail” was the song – and to find intrigue in their presence. It was my best friend Marie, however, who gets credit for following up. She – musical guru so ahead of her time in that small town – went out and purchased their self-titled album and slipped it to me for a more thorough listen. And there it all began.
“Closer to Fine” became the background on my answering machine, the album Strange Fire became a mainstay in my stereo, and a few months later, when Rites of Passage – arguably the pinnacle of their discography – was released, my entire world felt a shift. I, in fact, remember the very night I purchased the album. I was in Amarillo with my parents doing some last-minute shopping in preparation for a school trip to Washington, D.C. On the ride back to Borger, I sat in the back of our Pontiac Transport and listened intently to Amy and Emily as they quietly, but carefully, introduced me to “Three Hits,” “Galileo,” “Ghost,” “Joking,” “Jonas and Ezekial,” etc. I was in awe. I knew at that moment that there was something more to what my own music could be. I knew then that my guitar held so much more potential than what it had shown me previously with the lines of the Christian music I was all too familiar with.
My love for the Indigo Girls started to turn to an obsession – but one that I needed as a young teenage girl struggling with the charged socio-political atmosphere of a small town in Texas. I loved their music and heard it with fresh ears upon every listen. I watched Live at the Uptown Lounge like it was an after-school special until the tape began to furble. Shortly after the beginning of my freshman year of high school, my buddy Cam told me that they were gay... and I was taken aback and secretly relieved all at the same time. What I didn’t know was that this news would hit all too close too home within the next few years as I began my own coming out process. For some reason, I felt that my situation was made easier with the knowledge that two people, whose music I could relate to, now shared something even more personal with my station in life. It was nice to know that I could escape to a safe place just by listening to the warm acoustic stylings of my favorite group.
(more to come...)
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Ciao,
andy
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