Late Night Radio

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Sing In My Meadow, volume 3 – Late Night Radio

When we get back from China (if we get back from China)…I plan to get to work mixing this damn thing and then get it in your hands for those Summer road trips that you all have planned….although with the price of gas these days, one can’t just jump in the car and take off for parts unknown, like the good-ole-days, without first sitting down and doing some serious financial planning. In any case perhaps we can just close our eyes, pop on our headphones and pretend to be eating up those miles. I’ve loved the radio since I was a kid, not just music, but talk shows, sports casts and the madmen. I still listen to it all the time (rarely to music stations, mainly to madmen). I especially like it while I’m driving long distances and it just can’t be beat late at night when most of the world is asleep. I love twisting the dial, pushing the buttons, listening to one station fade in while another fades away, it’s never ending and so magical the way it is just out there (so much more romantic and mysterious than the internet and all the protocols needed to connect to it). Here is a rough mix of Late Night Radio, enjoy:

Late Night Radio

Under his pillow whisper low

They creep in through his radio.

That long-distance howling at the moon.

Wille Stargel at the bat.

Some freak singing about his Siamese cat.

“Ask the Pastor” sowing through his dreams.

Hey girl, wanna touch my soul?

Do you listen to late night radio?

Come away with me.

He likes the way it eats the miles,

The way it pulls you, like a child

Holds your hand,

Briefly lifts the veil.

The way the music curls like smoke,

Where the mildly sane and the madmen float,

The hum of night, the freedom in the air.

Hey love, can I reach your soul?

Do you listen to late night radio?

Come away with me.

Under his pillow whisper low

They creep in through his radio.

All that distance filling up the room.

Firmly locked in the long grey middle

He reaches out and starts to fiddle

Just to hear them howling at the moon.

Hey babe, do you doubt my soul?

But I listen to late night radio.

Come away with me.

Other Sing In My Meadow blogs:

Introduction

Hunted

Songwriting Demos

Jeff Bird

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Sing In My Meadow, volume 3 – songwriting demos

When I started to work on the songs for Sing In My Meadow my initial ambition was to write four or five new songs, add a few covers to the mix and then re-work and re-energize a few songs from our catalogue with the spirit and attack that we use on a song like Hunted. But once I holed up at Margo’s farm with my newly refurbished Howard Roberts (thank you Tim), my faithful Princeton II, my awesome Fairfield Circuitry drive pedal, and then plugged in and started to wail, it was just too much fun to stop. I wasn’t too concerned about structure or the intricacy of the lyric. I just wanted attitude and something to drop in the lap of Al, Pete, Jeff and Margo. I knew if I brought them something with a spark to it, they would do the rest. I ended up writing eight new songs for the album. Here are my songwriting demos for Continental Drift and Late Night Radio.

Also, be sure to check out the earlier Sing In My Meadow blogs:

Introduction

Hunted

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