Intertribal

Intertribal… Native American Drumming and Singing ffeaturing the Ribbon Town Singers from the Pokagon band of the Potawatomi Tribe.

  • July 15, 2017 //

Round Dance

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Round Dance… Native American Drumming and Singing featuring the Ribbon Town Singers from the Pokagon band of the Potawatomi Tribe.

  • December 29, 2016 //

Junghetto’s Call

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Junghetto’s Call… Bill Nicks and I were at breakfast one morning discussing his 2012 CD, “Junghetto,” when we started talking about a tribal rhythm sequence… Bill had a 7/8 time in his head and it was all I  could do not to break out in a straight-time conga thing right there over bacon, eggs and coffee on the table… we rehearsed all the drum parts in my basement, then went to the studio and laid it down in no more than a couple of takes… bookending the middle jazz section with Ricki David’s poignant rap about waking up every new day just thankful to have survived yesterday on the streets and Billy’s “Voice of God” call on a morally crippled society that came from the original “Junghetto” grew from those drum and percussion tracks and set the tone for a hip hop trilogy that is aimed for everyone of every age.

  • December 29, 2016 //

A Killer and His Brother

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A Killer and His Brother… what grew lyrically from a compilation of people I  covered while working courts in New York City as a reporter evolved into a statement on the U.S. government’s historical treatment of the American Indian… with some good smoke, of course, for Leonard Peltier… I was hearing JJ Kent’s flute soar with the spirits in my head before I hit the studio to record this song.

  • December 29, 2016 //

Nature’s Callin’

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Nature’s Callin’… the only true love song I’ve ever written, although it’s not really written about anybody in particular…  the words just came to me one night when I was in my apartment watching TV and picking around on my guitar… another song I wrote with a guitar working my lyrics into the chord progressions, rather than lyrics first…

  • December 29, 2016 //

Mississippi Hoodoo

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Mississippi Hoodoo… during a trip to New Orleans for Jazz Fest in ’94, my main man of conspirement Neil Raabe and I were walking around the French Quarter when we spotted the Voodoo Museum… what transpired after the resident hoodoo man sneezed and took wicked offense to my “bless you” with a pair of frighteningly piercing eyes sends a chill up my spine to this day… after I got back, I was visiting my buddy, the great Clarksdale blues singer JR Drinkwater, and after I told him about the run-in with a voodoo priest, we sat in JR’s driveway and wrote “Mississippi Hoodoo” together…

  • December 29, 2016 //

Fancy Pants

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Fancy Pants… another one of those 100-percent autobiographicals written from the jeans-eye view of two young people who tried to mash polar-opposite societies into one marriage… maybe I’m biased since I walk through life in jeans on general principle, but without casting dispersions on those who have never had a problem affording the fancy things in life, jeans are the genuine article, and I’m proud to say that those represented in shout outs in the Mardi Gras street chant here embody my personal genuine articles in music and life… that’s not to say that the “gotcha gotcha gotcha… fancy fancy fancy” that Chandra Williams came up with one night in the studio doesn’t make the song.

  • December 29, 2016 //

Smile At Me

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Smile At Me… I was at a real low point in my life when I wrote this… too young to know how to get off my sorry ass and make things better… and too old to be sitting on a couch in a tiny apartment doing what was just necessary for shit money and wondering what I was going to do with the rest of my life after I washed down one more line of blow with a shot of something whiskey and a toke off the Thai Stick that I copped from Butch… the first song, by the way, I ever wrote on guitar while formulating lyrics.

  • December 29, 2016 //

Bitch You Crazy

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Bitch You Crazy… this little ditty is 100 percent autobiographical down to the flaps on that Cadillac… the real bitch here is karma.

  • December 29, 2016 //

Key West Morning

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Key West Morning… my cousin was married to a hardcore biker from Cleveland they called Charger Charlie… Charlie had an even harder core biker cousin, Butch, who made a living selling guns and any kind of drug you wanted, without, mind you, partaking in one toke, snort, drink, indulgence of any substance due to a heart murmur… since this particular health condition saved Butch a whole lot of money in profits, he was particularly generous with close friends and, especially, family members. Key West Morning was written a couple of days after returning from an all-expenses paid weekend courtesy of Butch, who was carrying $40,000 cash in his boot and all the necessary amusements we needed, and then some.  in Key West literally walking with $40,000 with all the necessary refreshments provided $40,000 in cash in his boot and not letting us pay for anything

  • December 29, 2016 //