Lesson #1...2011.

Stop being in such a hurry to finish things you've just begun.

"The Therapist" Studio Diary...When I Feel Like It.

Get inside the making of a record.  Get inside someones head.  Come on now.  I'll probably just bitch about stuff.  Still, come back though.  I'll do something.

Bruce.

I Still Live Here.

I Still Live Here.

Songs -VS- Recordings

As I sift through what seems like an endless collection of folders...I find that there is a great difference between songs and recordings.  I'm after the songs.  There are certain songs that I am sure I will never play live again.  On the other hand there are certain ones that I can't believe I've neglected.  Guess I didn't dig the recordings.  I'm getting myself geared up to play a solo show soon.  I so am fighting myself every step of the way.  I'm ridiculous.  As if I didn't know this.  My new album will be full of good songs...and good recordings.  Don't know that I've ever made a decision to do that.  My show(s) will be be the same.  I just wanna play good songs.  Songs that I have fun playing, for one reason or another.  They can make me laugh...or they can make me cry.  Doesn't matter.  I could make a list of the poor poor casualties that have fallen by the wayside (surprsingly even) within the last couple nights...but I won't.  Or, maybe I will.  I have a blog now...I can write whatever it is I want.  See, I'm doing it now.  Don't even care. 

The Dangerous Age

The Dangerous Age

They were riding like snakes
with a missle of a hiss...
in a dangerous age of war.
The canteen's empty,
and the god's refuse
to give us any more.

We could use a boat
We could use a good storm...
to wash this old storm away.
We want the cure.
We need better days...
We need better days.

The signs say "Please"
I roll up my sleeves.
I gotta dirty my hands with the past.
You don't know a thing
'til you're spun like a wheel...
and reset by a single blast.

We could use some hope
We could use a good song
to get us singing those scars away
We need the cure.
We need batter days...
We need better days.

All hope was gone...
so we laughed and let it alone.
Time just goes by like it does.
Just because, it's careless.

The Lonely Mile. Unreleased album from 2000.

In 2000 I recorded an album.  It was called "The Lonley Mile."  I was fucked up.  Real real fucked up.  Drunker than hell and you can hear it in every song.  I don't say that proudly at all.  Just a fact.  IN FACT...if you focus on the fact that I was fucked up out of my mind...you'll enjoy the album a whole lot more.  If you forget that important piece of information...it just sounds like you're listening to a full on idiot.  You've been warned.  Anyway...  There must be a reason why I've never let ANYONE hear this album.  I just listened to it myself...and while it's not my best effort...it's not a COMPLETE embarrasment to me.  I think the songs have some merit.  I appreciate my enthusiasm back then.  Story songs.  I was waaaay into story songs.  Almost every song is a ridiculous story. 

I am making this album available for the first time.  I've never sold it before.  No human or animal ear has ever heard it...other than mine.  I'm an animal.  If you want it...send 15.00 to brucewd@dejazzd.com.  Specify that you want "The Lonely Mile"

"The Lonely Mile"  Track Listing:

1. Old Dead Strings
2. When I'm Gone
3. Lets Leave Annabelle
4. I Heard It On The Radio
5. I Can Barely Hear You
6. Men With Pets
7. The Return Nightmare Blues
8. The Girl In My Dream
9. The Best Part Of Loving You
10. Funny Kind Of Fool.

DAYDRINKER.

Daydrinker is the name of the band that my brother Ben and I used to get drunk and fantasize about.  We wrote lots of songs.  Really good ones.  My favorite songs in the world to be totally honest.  If I can't convince Ben to make a record with me...I may bait him by starting a record and watching him squirm...waiting to be invited in on the fun.  He works hard.  He may not have time.  It may not happen...but dig it...these are the songs we have written...these are all unrecorded.  Potential victims.  These are the ones that didn't manage to fall through the cracks...which was/is a pretty easy task to manage.

A higher power
A killer's coat of arms
A place in hell
An american song
Annebelle loves the mountain man
Bang
Battleship
Birds of prey
Bizzy Lizzie
Blood red roses
Breaking the noose
Butter shoes
Celie
Changes seasons and storms that eclipse the sun
Come closer
Coward
Daggers in her back
Dragon slayer
Dream house
Enemy summer
Euro scum
Flowers of june
Gauntlet
Ghosts
Hang on
Heartattack alley
Hey, Las Vegas!
Her mind's eye
Highway bones
Hobo
It could be much later
Jet blue shoes
Jetsetter girl
The last ride of the alexus
Lions
Little Birdie
Love your roses
Love's got a smile
Meatthroat
Mettal
Miss georgia sunshine
Mr. looking glass man
Needle in my eye
Michael Barette's son
No hard feelings
Nightshifet
No man's land
Off the map
Once upon a hill
One touch
Orion
Pale baby blues
Radiate
Raft
Real nice and slow
Red handed stranger
Rifle
Robins eyes
Saying hello
Season of horror
Seasons
Show me your love
Silverado
Solder for a broken heart
Some spinning things
Spirits felt
Steps by the mouth of the sea
Sucker bet heart
Sunshine road
Surrender
Temptation
The age of doom
The B.C.B.S.D.F.
The ballad of juddah and jamie
The best of the easy days
The card song
The carrying candelas
The great roll over
The justice gun
the lady general
The melodies of monaco
The miracle ride of life
The power ballad of John Connolly
The purfume of the owl
The stairs of Saint Pias Cathedral
The sound of a people coming together
The story of Joe Richtor
A Stranger's code
Swan song of summer
The future beat
Traci's heart
Traitor
Under a silver moon
Volkswagon light
War torn
Ways of the dying
We the butcher
Welcome mat
Wendy
Whiskey around the fire
Whispers
Who do you trust?
Wicked river
With the thunder
Zenith