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[23 Jan 2006|12:31pm] |
SDA (Screaming Dog Army)
January, 27 2006 at Skrappys
201 E. Broadway, Tucson, AZ 85701
Cost: 5
"Finally another Skrappys show!!! With Bonegun, Old Man, and some others. Dont miss it!"
Fifth Street Blues
February, 3 2006 at The Living Room
413 E. 5th Street, Tucson, AZ
Cost: $3
"Come see the debut performance of Fifth Street Blues the band! Charlie and Holden, Au Fait, We Bring the Bees and The Afrodelic Stegosaurchestra or Andrew Collberg are also playing! Come see a great line-up!"
Thanks everybody, and make sure to come to these shows!
-Ray+Isolation Records
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[02 Nov 2005|11:35am] |
The official Fifth Street Blues website is up and running. Check it out here.
-Ray
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[24 Oct 2005|01:08pm] |
Everyone better be there, or I'll kill you good.
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| New Material |
[07 Sep 2005|08:52am] |
Unfortunately, MySpace and PureVolume have a maximum upload size so therefore, my 15+ megabyte song "8-Bit Orchestra in G# (Four Movements)" cannot be uploaded to those locations. Fortunately (for those who know about torrents), the song plus the extended version of "Bowser's In Your Closet" can be downloaded via torrent at these locations:
Mininova.org : here
TorrentSpy.com : here
Piratebay.org : here
Download, leech, seed, comment, etc etc
::muuuuah::
-Ray
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[09 Aug 2005|09:12am] |
The new and first single ever from electronic war-mongler DJ CookieMan, entitled "Bowser's in Your Closet" with the first single of the same name, will be released on August 22nd, 2005 (the day right before new music tuesday no less). The release will be of a limited amount of tape pressings, and then released as a CD-Single. The single is free, so reserve your copy today!
The release will have the first DJ CookieMan single as well as four other tracks. Five tracks for free? How can you lose?!
GIMME GIMME SHOCK TREATMENT!
Thanks babies!
-DJ CookieMan's Interpreter
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[26 Jul 2005|12:11pm] |
::UPDATE::
Everyone, please check out and support growing musical artist 
DJ CookieMan,
and established electronic artist 
MoFo. Listen, rate, comment, hang out, contact.
THE LINKS (AGAIN)
DJ CookieMan
MoFo
And everyone watch out for a future collaboration between these two muscle-bound artists!
Thanks everyone
lovelovelove
Ray/Fifth Street Blues/DJ CookieMan
P.S.
New updates will be posted for the new Fifth Street Blues project "Blue Book", in the forthcoming weeks. Thanks again babies.
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[19 Jul 2005|09:54pm] |
::UPDATE::
Here is the tracklisting for the new double-album from Fifth Street Blues entitled, "Blue Book"...
Disc One
-Intro.
1)Untitled/Under a Sky Full of Junebugs
2)Pima (in A major)
3)House on the Hill
-interlude-
4)Time Stands Still When You're Sittin' In its Chair
-interlude-
5)Divorce/Drawing Straws to See Who Jumps First
6)13 Fading Into Wax/"Just Be"/378|1466
7)Downtown Shuffle Blues
8)There Ain't No Sunshine (When She's Gone)
9)Lights Out (instrumental)
10)A Scarecrow's Day In the Sun/March on Soldier
11)Circus Flowers/Death of a Weathergirl
12)"Ending A or B"/Feather-Boa Soup
-Finale-
Disc two
During the recording of disc two, I decided to scrap all the recorded material and start new with a brand new concept that will remain unnannounced until the release of the album. All I'm going to say is that it's still only going to be a solo disc, but I'm going to bend the "solo" rule a little bit and have a few guest singers and various other......um...things. Oh, and the only other thing I will say is, a few animal friends will be joining me (intrigued? You bet your ass you are).
Thanks babies!
PS: Remember, the debut DJ CookieMan LP "CD-R Disco" will be bundled with the new Fifth Street Blues album. ::smooch::
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[12 Apr 2005|09:27pm] |
::UPDATE::
"Blue Book" will be a double album!
Disc 1 - Full band production.
Disc 2 - Solo folk production.
The album's second disc is already being recorded while the first disc will commence rehearsal in the oncoming weeks.
For those of you who were given a rehearsal demo and were asked (by me) to play on the album, expect a call very soon (tomorrow at the earliest).
"Hours and hours/
days and days/
The face I wear
Is defined by the notes I play/
So when I hit a sour string/
Or even a broken line/
I'll just put on some makeup/
And continue on just fine."
-"Sprinkles and Sparkles(Turtle Song)" off the second disc of "Blue Book"
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[01 Feb 2005|09:17pm] |
To order, contact me at...
520-205-1004
or email me at....
isolationrecords@hotmail.com
or send me a message at.....
FifthStreetBlues (AIM)
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| Candle Art/Feather-Boa Soup and Bird Song |
[04 Jan 2005|10:41pm] |
"Just because it's useless doesn't mean we should throw it away..."
Do you hear it?
Do you hear them?
It's 12 'o clock & the birds are chirping
They always sing until they realize they are
Heading towards the telephone wires
They can glides so easily between them but there is
always a few who decide to take a seat
See, they know that once the have their feet
Planted on one wire, they can't touch another
I wish we could learn a lesson from the birds
Once you have yourself planted in something,
it's best not to try and take on too much
or your likely to forget when you're grounded to, and once you forget, you just might send yourself sailing to the ground,
burnt to a crisp.
Chirp.
Chirp.
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| A Scarecrow's Day in the Sun/March on Soldier |
[04 Jan 2005|10:35pm] |
A scarecrows job is to scare away birds
Well I guess there are worse things in the world
Then playing the part of a monster outside
Made of straw and clothes that hide
Human flesh or burlap skin
Smooth to the touch but capable of sin
And now I feel like I'm up on a post
Guarding the corn and lines of tomatoes
And I used to be good at what I used to do
Without moving a muscle, I'd guard the food
But now I'm lying on my side
Straw pouring out my eyes
Skyscrapers don't really touch the sky
It's just another man-made lie
Just like human language
We speak thru silence and anguish
Well thru this A-chord melody
And the way the notes just leave
The speakers as it flows
can you hear the anguish and the sorrow
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Well march on you soldier
you had no time to hold her
Thru your metal armor
You were pierced by the daughter
Of Venus & Summer
and now you're layin' slaughtered.
Well march on scarecrow
You can get back on your post
But no one's restuffed you
And your heart hasn't been sown to
The inside of your chest
No scar hidden by your black-cloth vest
Well I guess it's amazing
How a soldier and a scarecrow are the same thing
Sometimes they're sent to fight
and sometimes they fall 'n hide
Well now get back up on that post
And I guess what really hurts the most
Is when you are sown back together/Before everything fills out of your cover
And just about everything in your head
Falls to the ground
Just like before you were found
Well march on soldier
Look on scarecrow
I'll mail your letter
I'll make sure to show
the sower.
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[04 Jan 2005|10:27pm] |
"I'm writing you this letter
from a basement down the hall
Where the door is always closed
but there's enough room to crawl
Under the barricade, under the wall
I'm sorry I haven't written you
In such a long while,
but the winter here is brutal, I've lost just about all
My fingers, but I sowed them back on.
I opened up the window to let the breeze inside
But all I got comin' in was snow in my eyes
Just like all those songs
Somethin' goes in, comes out,
Drips on your tongue
(Well, anyways...)
Sitting on the back porch
Like a broken crucifix
I hung on there gasping
for air, or at least a drip
of carbon, from warm tail pipe
Remember that evening?
Well, so do I.
Well, depending on who you ask
The puzzles falling apart
But I keep on finding pieces
in couch cushions and even in the yard
So I save them, in a tiny coffee jar
What used to hold ground up beans
Now holds whole parts
(Well,)
I'll you this
I don't laugh like I used to do
And being honest, the sun ain't as bright
As when you showed it to me
Lenseless binoculars
But hey, what's new?
At least this fall it didn't hurt
Well, I'm sure you heard the news
on channel 8 or channel 5
There's a new weathergirl
Telling me just when I
Need an umbrella, or a rain coat
She's on every station, don't need a remote
Yes, she treats me well
But I don't love her, that I can tell
But I guess it's too early
To really even see
If she's as good as you were
Of predicting for me
When the rain would fall
to bundle up or wear nothing at all
My pen is runnin' our of ink
So I guess I'll make it quick
Just exactly why this letter
Is being sent with a tape
Of nursery rhymes
Of a child's laughter
and raining eyes.
Because the innocense
Makes it easier to say
Just why it seems
To get farther every day
But I'll make it better
I'll send a band-aid with my letter
I'll give it to the postman
Ride his horse down to 22nd
So I guess I'll close my writing
With a string of letters or a line
Of nonsense that's been sorted
from my ever-bending mind
"uoy evol I" or something like that
I guess if you look at in a mirror
It won't look so bad."
P.S. "My train leaves at 2'o clock
I'll be in the middle car
The sign's still sitting
Next to my heart
Just thought you'd like to know.."
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| Song in Dminor |
[07 Dec 2004|07:20pm] |
One time my friends
Were doing donuts in a parking lot
Holding a paper bag
The moon was shot
Travelin' in circles 'round a blacktop
Never heard the tire blow
Slammed on the brakes
Flew threw the window
Glass was all over a broken floor
It was wiped clean
by rain a week before
we buried them.
One time my cousin was runnin'
Red lights flashing behind him
Street signs passed by
Sweat burned his eyes
A ghost was sittin' in the other seat
Never saw that metal pole
Closed his eyes, hit the window
Shattered easily like a broken vase
A ceramic dream or his frozen face
Water or blood
Potting soil or streetside mud
One time I was laying on my lover's bed
I was baskin' in her glow
Till the phone rang
From down below
Said, "Don't bother waking up."
So I sat up
Cried in my coffee cup
Felt a blow so deep inside
Hit my heart, went down my spine
Even though the truth is straight
It was stolen and bent that day
Bend my friends
Bend my cousin
So I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
As long as I can keep
a broken vase
a rainy day.
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[11 Nov 2004|10:18pm] |
when i wake up in the mornin', i'll bring in the orange tree
i'll even make you some pancakes and a pot of black coffee
and if the phone rings i will tell them that you're busy
because when the moonlight claims the starlight it'll be time for you to leave.
when the windows on the corner of the complex close to fit the day
The garden on the edge will be watered on the way
The neighbors like the butterflies don't come out till their ok
because when the door shuts down the hallway it's time for you to say..
"Hello, goodbye and so long, I've had enough of this. I can't stand up to shake your hand, i extend but always miss. I get out of bed to start the day, and the blue I try to kiss, but if the window isn't covered the sunlight will always sneak in."
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[04 Nov 2004|07:50pm] |
::Fifth Street Blues Presents::
Pet Sounds
Brian Wilson's Masterpiece
::COMING SOON::
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[05 Oct 2004|10:27pm] |
Friday, October 8th and Saturday October 9th
Fifth Street Blues Presents
"La Extranjero"
Friday - Cafe Itl, 4th Avenue, next to Antigone Books (7 PM)
Saturday - The Cafe "Cafe Q", Broadway (7 PM)
Price : Free
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[30 Sep 2004|10:01pm] |
These are (almost) the rest of the songs that were written on those humid, isolated July days..
"Chapter 9: A Thief in the Bathroom Stall"
There's a stopwatch in his hand
And a drink in the other
A small tip in the cup near the edge
Makin' money to give to his dyin' brother
Or on Tuesdays, his dyin' mother
Because there's a thief in the bathroom stall.
A crown of glass covers his head
Resting upon a nest of black leaves
Midnight comes to light the alleyway
Where he plants plastic bags like trees
Givin' what he's got to all he sees
Because there's a thief in the bathroom stall.
Kitchen cabinets filled with overcoats
Moving a table sailin like a boat
"Don't move a muscle.." he said
Pluck pluck each little note
Of that tiny living room phone
Because there's a thief in the bathroom stall.
*I never finished this one because I lost the imagery in my head but I guess this is how it will stay.*
"Chapter 10: It's like Watching a Movie Backwards"
A hallway
Down to the right
A hallway
Down to the left
A hallway
Standing in the middle
Always.
Livin' in cardboard boxes
Hopin' to be sent off one day
The address is scratched off
"Go away, away"
Always.
A sun-lit midnight is a sight to see
Two times it's been written
And two times it went away
Went away away
Always.
"Can you spare change for a cup of tea?"
A cup of change can taste just as good
Shoelaces line the bottom of the bridge
Easy to break away, away
Always.
Tiny tiny tiny shot of caffeine
Still a drug
A drug
A drug
Drugged-out midnights always end
End and away, away
Always.
"Always," said Mother Nature, "and always it shall be."
::Chapter 12 has been ommited until I can find it..::
"Chapter 13: The 52nd Dream"
::We'll save that one for the show on Friday::
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[27 Sep 2004|10:28pm] |
"Chewin' on Socks"
When the door would open
You'd swing by the way
The livin' rooms another place for her to stay
Layin' on bedsheets
Leavin' behind
Pieces of a black blanket covering your fine
Soft
Coat.
So lie still
This could be the end
Old Friend
We've had a good run, outside and above
It's like chewin' on socks
::more to come::
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