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January 28, 2012

v32unes - BRAD RIESAU - track listing

Track listing and release information for the album release followed by a self-critique on listeing to it 9 years after it's release:

v32unes
by BRAD RIESAU
rtRECORDS v32-001
original release on CASSETTE only
December 25, 1984



v32unes…

a collection of songs
written and performed
with a little help from
my friends…
I hope you like them.

Christmas 1984



Recorded 11/17-19/84 at Sinking Ship Sound, Boothwyn, Pa.
Production, Engineering, Mixing by V32.
Original recordings on 4-track rented Tascam.
All songs written by Brad Riesau and 1984 Brad Riesau
except by Ted Moreno/Paul Codiga/Brad Riesau
by Brad Riesau/T.J. Hill
by Brad Riesau/Steven Monkarsh
Official release: 12/25/84. Limited Edition of 100.
As of 2/1/93 records lost but approx. 60 given out.
Cover artwork: David Ragan (a line drawing of V32 taken from an original
12"x12" album cover and printed on yellow bond in black ink. Drawing is split in half with one side of each face on each outer "face" of the insert.)
 Handlettering: V32 (V32unes printed on outer exposed face of insert and on
"spine" of insert in black ink. Each tape has individually handlettered
track listings on the inner insert)
Printing: Sprint Printing, Talleyville, Wilmington, DE.
Tape duplication: Sinking Ship Sound
Originally available in two different versions.
V32001A on C-90 cassettes. V32001B on C-60 cassettes (?)
Version one was limited to less than 10 of 100 copies.
The tape was accompanied by a booklet of lyrics and liner notes
approx. 8½" x 6½" and was given out as Christmas presents 1984.


side A
side B
COREY'S TUNE
COWBOY SONGS
GET OUT
RIDING THE CURVE
RECLUSIVE SUSIE
YOU'RE MISS UNTOUCHABLE (I'M MR. CLEAN)
MENTON / LA GRANDE CORNICHE
RIVERS OF GOLD
NOT BEST FOR YOU
PHILOMENA
SMOKER'S PARADISE
HURRICANE HEIGHTS
FUNNY PAPERS
GONE TO THE FAIR
THIS COULD BE L.A.
WHERE'S THE CHAMPAGNE?
FOLK JOKE
DRIVING TO SEE YOUº
TOMMY'S GONE CRAZYººº
POPºº
PASSENGERS (ALONG FOR THE RIDE)
SUCH A CRIME
MIRRORS OF STONE
HOLE IN MY CHRISTMAS STOCKING

 

PERSONNEL:
Brad Riesau: Acoustic lead, rhythm & slide guitars; Lead and backing vocals; harmonica; bongos; maracas; handclaps; keyboards; turntable & tape machines; arrangements.
Eric Gross: cameo vocal on "Smoker's Paradise"; handclaps & extra backing vocals on "Hurricane Heights".
Ken Cable: Trumpet solo on "This Could Be L.A."

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Notes:   This was my 1st experience with a 4 track and it was quite exhilarating. I rented it from Al Bien's Music in West Chester on a Friday morning. I took the instruction book to work at Videofrequency and scanned it during the day anxious to get started. When I got home at about 10 pm I started fooling with it. It took me most of the night just to figure out the bare necessaties and get one song under way. Luckily, or maybe not so luckily, I had a trove of originals that I wanted to commit to tape. Having not played most of them anyway except solo (occassionally with TJ) I really had no concept of arrangements or direction so I did each song separately. Occassionally, I'd overdub a part later after having tried something on another song and lit a spark. That first night I stayed up until 6 am and was so excited I woke up at 9 am Saturday morning and got right back into it. No breakfast. Barely a piss. I fueled the entire weekend on Rum and Cokes. I worked straight thru just pumped full of adrenalin. I felt speedy and awash with ideas. Little did I know that if I would've taken even twice as long with each song I would've  come up with less tunes but a more fully realized work. I'm listening as I write this (1/31/93) after having not heard it in a long while and the memory is fond tho' some of the music or should I say production is painful. Quite a few of the songs are still among my favorite originals tho' oddly enough I don't perform ANY of them with the band only pulling them out when I play solo. I'm listening to V32001A which is the long version, I believe, and opens with "Corey's Tune" which was a heartfelt reaction to Corey's being born but which I hate now due to the miserable production values and BAD vocals. Oh, well..."Get Out" was my 1st greatest hit. It was the 1st song I wrote that I really liked alot. A bit hard to play in public due to my fear that people will think that the macho-dumb-shit posturing in the song is my point of view as opposed to the character's. This arrangement is interesting in that it's guitar, vocals, harp and lots of percussion, handclaps, and Oscar, my cheesy primitive drum machine making his best realized appearance..."Reclusive Susie" is still a favorite of mine. This version is basically the way I still perform it...A note on the overall quality of the sound. H-E-L-P. NEEDS TREBLE. NEEDS LOW END (Altho' there's not much low end on it). NO DOLBY. NEEDS SOMETHING TO REDUCE HISS. THIS APPLIES TO THE WHOLE TAPE...One great thing about this process was I was learning how to arrange, produce, and even play stuff like slide guitar, percussion, keyboards (borrowed from Ken "Spicoli" Cable..."Menton/La Grande Corniche" I love tho' the distortion is a bit troublesome. My first recorded instrumental. Nice ideas..."Not Best For You" is a song I've never given it's due. I think it contains some really good lines and I love the melody. Here I add a bit of that Foreign Film keyboard sound and it fits. I rarely sing this because it needs to be played often to pull of the vocal and guitar without mistakes and I always chicken out..."Smoker's Paradise" is also a lost classic. A anti-cig song that silenced an entire crowd of smokers at O'Friel's once and since I've opted for applause over lessons in living of this sort. It features a cameo voice over by Eric Gross who also contributes handclaps and maybe a backing vocal on a couple of other tunes. The keyboard figure sucks tho'. .."Funny Papers" is another favorite song that I've always heard as a Graham Parker- like rocker which this is far from being. The harmonies and oohs were first take (then again most of the takes here were 1st stabs) and the cheesy Oscar didn't cut it here. I do have trouble with most of the vocals on the tape. I really hadn't played any of these songs enough or even sang out enough to really be able to do this but I'm sure glad I did.
..."This Could Be L.A." I like the song alot and I like the idea of a trumpet solo where Ken Cable Sr plays it. The vocal phrasing sucks tho'.
..."Folk Joke" I like alot. Too bad it's the most dated subject matter and virtually unplayable in the post-Reagan times. I've often thought about a re-write, maybe environmental. I like the slide even in it's imprecision. I was trying for a FOR YOU BLUE feel. I had a grand time playing this at O'Friel's a couple times when Ron & Nancy's little mini-series was on the air.
…"Driving To See You" I set some of Ted's lyrics to music and I like it basically. I don't sing it because I'm not really comfortable with the "Don't tell my bride" dishonesty premise but the lines are good and the playing was really fun. I was barely beginning to play leads and really this is the only chance I ever got considering with everyone I ever played with up until Butch I was really the one who knew the songs and had to keep things going rhythmically. Oh, it even fades out. How high tech of me.
..."Tommy's Gone Crazy" also written during the Elvis Costello period like "Funny Papers", "Miss Untouchable","Hurricane Heights" etc. I pulled this together with mostly moral support from Mono one wasted night in the Canyon at his house.
..."Pop" was an instant song. I wrote most of the words about Dave Ragan's problems with Laura and that night TJ and I                                                                                                              did a chord structure based on a bass line of his. This is a basic solo version. I never have recorded it with bass unfortunately. ..."Passengers.."has a vocal a bit too buried but I always liked the song. A song about a remembered relationship that never really happened at all. I think about Sinda when I sing the Raymond Chandler line. A bit dusty and sandy this mix is in need of clarification.
..."Mirrors Of Stone" I always thought of as Stillsian tho' you'd be hard pressed to find that here.
..."Hole In My Christmas Stocking" a poor stab at a Christmas song, in fact I had no recollection of it until I heard this tape again. I think on VERSION B this and "Corey's tune" are dropped with perhaps another?
I really need to write a POSITIVE holiday song. Tho' I finally like "Red & Green Blues" let's get a little festive here.
     SIDE B starts with another song I'm not real happy with. I obviously was trying too hard to write a “Cowboy Song” and it's a bit stilted. Maybe this didn't make the "B" cut either. Let's hope I was that smart. The chord progression is cool and the idea is okay I just have to change some of the references.
..."Riding The Curve" I really like alot. The vocal could be redone but the arrangement with the accordion sound and the guitar playing I really like alot. The mood is perfect for it. Maybe re-do it with a big tabla thing at the end or something.
..."Miss Untouchable" was a big hit in the living room whenever we'd all sit around and party. This is about Sue Kurpakus who I always wanted so desperately. It's hard to sing those high notes anymore.
..."Rivers Of Gold" is one of my favorite chord progressions I've written. The lyrics written while taxi-ing into LAX and finished as soon as I hit Temple City. I like the stripped down arr. and most of the guitar ideas were nice. I never do this and I realize I've never tried to fingerpick this since. I'll have to pull it out.
..."Philomena" I always wanted to sing with Dusty but there are a couple of lines that I've never reconciled as singable: "paid by the call she'd sit there cryin'" I dislike muchly.
..."Hurricane Heights" I always have a soft spot for because it was writing a type of song I hadn't done much. I really like the bridge and the structure of the tune. This developed quite a bit thru playing it alot with TJ. It's a shame I don't play many of these anymore. It's like not seeing old friends for a long time.
..."Gone To The Fair" written from a dream we also played alot. This is a really fun song to play. Kinda Prine-ish. One of my favorite lines I've written: "Montgomery stands with that look on his face / of total disgust and partial disgrace...some folks have more
patience than me / but I've got more than Montgomery.."
..."Where's The Champagne?" is a song that was written in reaction to the bombing in Beirut which if I edit the verse about "bringing the boys home" and maybe lower the key so it's singable I would like to do it again. The arr. no actually the playing and singing is sloppy but the champagne cork effect at the beginning is neat ( from a FX album).
..."Average Joe" is another fave that is just too weak here to be taken seriously. I like tha maraca idea but this is way too slow and the guitar needs more balls (remember I was a year away from any delay pedals even).
…"Wooden Kimono" by far the oldest song here was always too short but I like it. It reminds me of Mono and living on 55th Street and listening to Tom Waits alot. Even with a wrong chord in the instrumental and an early lyric I've since changed just after the break I've always liked this.
..."The Wait" in spite of it's overly familiar title, I still like alot even tho' it may need another verse. Craig likes it too so we may work it up more often. I like this version alot. This was a first take and I had never played lead to it before so I was very happy. I might like to re-do the vocals.
..."Foot High Fence" I've always loved and God knows I'd give big bucks to hear this with a real squeeze box on it instead of my valiant stab at "mouth accordion" (echo harp).
..."Such A Crime" I believe was a new tune at the time and this is awful. I think this should be a fast, bluegrassy number. Here it's dirge-like pace is brutal.
..."Saving It Up" is a big fave. I had so much fun putting the sound effects on it. I'd love to re-mix this bringing the FX down in points and maybe adding some percussion and a bass line...Not as frightening as I thought for a first effort.

ORIGINAL RELEASE was on cassette only and given in limited edition to friends
 an 8.5” x 5.5” b&w Xeroxed booklet with lyrics and notes.


 Notes and performance: (p) © 1984, 1993 v32unes

AVERAGE JOE

Why do the other guys talk so seriously
Around the girls who walk mysteriously?
What have they got to hide?
Why should they take a side?
Why do I wander so deliriously?

What makes the world seem like a big round ball
When all that’s up is just what’s bound to fall?
Why all this dealing fear?
Why, passed dopwn through the years?
I thought, for once, we’d gotten passed it all.

CHORUS:
But everybody’s striving for confirmation
Every road will not dead-end
Everybody hides behind a friend

Where do the people go when they’ve gone too far?
What do you say when they ask you who you are?
You say, “I’m just an average Joe and if you’ve got to know
I’ve got an average wife and an average car.”

CHORUS

Everybody hides behind a friend. 

words & music by Brad Riesau
©1984 Brad Riesau / v32unes 
original 4-track version released on BRAD RIESAU – v32unes 
rtRECORDS v32-001 (cassette only) / released 12/25/84

From the original liner notes: Spliced from a long unsuccessful poem that started as a song, turned into a poem and ended up back as a song, all on three scribbled pages, this was improvised while flipping thru a journal with guitar in hand one night when TJ and I were feeling adventurous. Lyrics (most of them) 1/14/82. Music: later that month.

WOODEN KIMONO

For years she was conniving to do him in 
She put strychnine in his bourbon
And cyanide in his gin.
He’d always wind up on the floor to sleep it off
Then he’d wake up in the morning
And he’d mumble with a cough…he’d say

Don’t you ever put me in a wooden kimono
I wanna die with my boots on
Be thrown into the sea.
Never put me under in no wooden kimono
Or you’ll never hear the end of me.
I’ll rattle your windows
You won’t get any sleep
You’ll have to tell all your friends
You can’t get rid of the creep.
Never put me under in a wooden kimono
Lace up my boots and toss me into the sea.
 
Don’t you ever put me in a wooden kimono 
I wanna die with my boots on 
Be thrown into the foamin’ the sea. 
Never put me under in no wooden kimono 
Or you’ll never hear the end of me. 
I’ll rattle your windows 
You won’t get any rest
You’ll have to tell all your friends
You can’t get rid of this mess 
Never put me under in a wooden kimono 
Lace up my boots and toss me into the sea. 
 
Words & Music by Brad Riesau (c) 1978 Brad Riesau / v32unes
original 4-track version released on BRAD RIESAU – v32unes 
rtRECORDS v32-001 (cassette only) / released 12/25/84

From the original liner notes: For Tom Waits, approximately 1976 or 1977, 
San Diego, CA.

THE WAIT

There are times
Times when both of us
Don’t feel the same.
There are signs
Signs that both of us
Can’t win the game.
There are lines
Lines that both of us
Won’t ever tame.
We find
Things to believe in
Carry that flame.

There are words
Words that one of us
Won’t ever say.
There are songs
Songs that both of us
Won’t ever play.
There are nights
Nights that never do
Turn into day.
We find
Things to believe in
Dawn anyway.

words & music by Brad Riesau
©1984 Brad Riesau / v32unes
original 4-track version released on BRAD RIESAU - v32unes 
rtRECORDS v32-001 (cassette only) / released 12/25/84

From the original liner notes: Lyrics written in March ’83 after an all-night jam session with TJ Hill. Music improvised a week later after listening to a lot of Ry Cooder. Can someone suggest a better title? I hate this overused one. A song about hope.

FOOT HIGH FENCE


With the glint in your eyes of a million soft blows
A chess set of problems in neatly formed rows
A demeanor as subtle as a stuffed up nose
Your actions they only confuse me.
You let your heart off on the road of dispute
On the oft-beaten track that you seldom commute
You chop back the greenery and force feed the root
Can’t you see that you’ve only been cruel to me?

With your corduroy words spillin’ onto your shirt
Your misty-eyed novels of how you’ve been hurt
You bring me your lace and you give me back dirt
Do you think in the mirror I see me
As a one-time gypsy with the world in a jar
Where in trying to please me you take me as far
As a four-wheeled dream in a mid-sixties car
And you constantly try to run through me.

All the hours that you spent starin’ into the feet
of the bouncers, the peons and the kids on the street
in the company of toothaches you’re hoping to meet
someone who can clear your complexion
so you pry me and prod me and you try to make sense
like a tightrope walker on a foot high fence
saying things like, “I love you” and contractual dents
in my dreams and my hours of reflection.

words & music by Brad Riesau
©1984 Brad Riesau / v32unes
original 4-track version released on BRAD RIESAU - v32unes
rtRECORDS v32-001 (cassette only) / released 12/25/84

Adapted from the original liner notes: This excursion in nastiness and wordplay seems to have no origin. I can’t even recall which coast
it was written on but it was written in approximately 1981.

SUCH A CRIME

I wish I had a porch that we could swing on
All back and forth there in the evening breeze
Or maybe just a view outside my window
Just watching as the wind blows through the trees.
Instead, I keep the house stuffed up
To keep the sound of traffic from our ears.
It’s such a crime
This country boy’s been locked inside this city
Now for years.

I sit at work behind a desk and wonder
If the sun’s gone down tonight outside these walls.
I hear the elevator’s lonely thunder
As I wind my way down long fluorescent halls.
The sidewalk’s such a lonely place
With everybody banking on their fears.
It’s such a crime
This country boy’s been shut inside this city
Now for years.

The trains here take you underground
through town down through the factories and the mills
instead of rollin’ strong through towns
set nestled like a painting in the hills.
The city’s such a hard won place
with all the bodies waiting on your tears.
It’s such a crime
This country boy’s been stuck inside this city
Now for years.


words & music by Brad Riesau
©1984 Brad Riesau / v32unes
original 4-track version released on BRAD RIESAU - v32unes
rtRECORDS v32-001 (cassette only) / released 12/25/84

From original liner notes: I love the way John Anderson (not the politician, nor the guy from YES but the country singer) sings ballads and his tune “Swingin’” got me excited about front porches. I thought I’d sit down and write one for him. Written in November 1984.  

SAVING IT UP

You’re his un-weeping willow
He’s your crumbling Gibraltar
You both stare out the window as your words begin to falter
The only other answer
When your feelings bruise too much
Save your words for rainy days
And cure each other with a touch.

He’s your hoping for the future
You’re his past and all his dreaming.
You both cut and patch and suture
With your ploying and his scheming.
But the only honest answer
When your hate becomes a crutch
Save your words for rainy days
And cure each other with a touch.

Like a wild man from the forest
From a vine he’s always hanging
Dancing circles round your questions
Leaves the bells inside you clanging.
Being civilized you answer
Climbing uphill with no clutch
Save the words for rainy days
And cure each other with a touch…

Save the words for rainy days
And cure each other with a touch…

Words & Music by Brad Riesau
©1984 Brad Riesau / v32unes
original 4-track version released on BRAD RIESAU - v32unes 
rtRECORDS v32-001 (cassette only) / released 12/25/84 

From original liner notes: Another of those “I-think-I-feel-a-song-coming-on” songs. Written on a rainy night, mid-1984, in Boothwyn, PA.