Anthony Marco and Mike Vardy take turns as Vladimir and Estragon in their continuing wait for Samuel Beckett to show up and declare talking to be dead.
Download CCC36_-_PCTO23.mp3 Posted for CNDOP 2023. Apologies to Candice for so long a wait for posting. I have no excuse. Trust me. It's not a long con.
Download Canned_Con_Cast_35.mp3 We're back for CNDOP22 with a recording from this past summer's MMPR!
Download TiD51_-_Shit_Became_Real_for_Me_When_Santa_Died.mp3 A conversation about music, artistic process, and punching directions with Sean McGaughey!
Download CCC34_-_Northern_AM_Gold.mp3 On this infrequent episode...Candice goes all 70s with Barbra Amesbury's pop-laced Virginia (Touch Me Like You Do).Anthony decides to follow suit from the same era with the Canadian west-coast soul-tinged Wildflower by Skylark.
Download Gollamalloo.mp3 I've used the word "gollamalloo" as a user name for emails and online handles for years now. This song is where that word comes from.The song is basically an amalgam of weird and wacky events that occurred during parties I'd been to when I was younger. There are many nonsense words in here denoting the incomprehensible rambling of many of my fellows who were under the influence, or, in some cases, me being under the influence and perhaps ascribing such meaninglessness to what may have been cogent utterances.Gollamalloo!the intoxicant was passed effervescent to the lastdropped a notch or two along the evolutionary scalewormwood stole my cerebellum hid it in a shelland stopped the outbound Reason setting sailheart palpitating 13/8 as broadloom undertook a stateof liquefied marshmallow soup a hearty shade of pinkI quickly cried “Gollamalloo!” and paddled in vain with my shoebut directionless I tired and promptly came the sinkRandy took a hard-boiled egg and held it to his nosesaid “I’m the king of all the earth” and smeared it on his clothesDonna took out her left breast and cupped it with a Jell-O moldwhile Dave howled Tarzan calls and beat his chestcryonic in its state the heavy albatross Grape Apehangs in heat transference peeling from the fabric on my chestI hit the archetypal ground when there barked a blaring soundand ingenue turned seismic goo encompassing the restcrass opulence thought Eye covered the earth in plastic guiseto preserve it for the future wailing wake of dense Raguintelligence in this loose form uncovered “whence you are forewarned”embroidered on a pillowcase across the sofa blueSuzie took her lipstick out wrote epithets on Billcollapsed after the airplane spins had made him rather illRick mooned the room and tripped up on his jeans into the rugCin sat glass-eyed drooling playing with the plugzen tropi magoo snore de yem fargcola ma sigh fyris enterbcheka terwank semina whomina snarfgladiola moon time to cut the grass too soonincandescent tune overwrought the 4th of Junesucked into the great monsoon…prostrate porcelain penitence performed the unformed recitencerejected fusili non grata adopt cheerio packscalm countenance found my embrace entwined to cool my faceand forced remission from the aftershock attackKaren stood up quietly said “Anth, I think I’m dying"dropped to her knees and crying said “goodbye"her face went pale and she collapsed in the middle of the roomEye petrified, she smiled, jumped up shouting "Gollamalloo!"zen tropi magoo snore de yem fargcola ma sigh fyris enterbcheka terwank semina whomina snarf
Download 51_Pick_Up.mp3 A song about aliens and secret military bases... yep, that's about it for this one. Oh... includes a Quincy reference!51 Pick UpAcres upon acres of the arid desert land.The dryer of the driest may tag Ken more than the sand.The buzzard’s barbs so overhead it cawed its mortal caw.The rattlesnake crept from the rock to see what he had saw.That ball of fire burning unheeded by the clouds.The wind whipped up the silence and banged the drums aloud.My trail of disappearing steps approached me ever nearerAnd through a sheet of burning grains the painted sign was clearer.Come on in, roll on up to Area 51.A place of wonder. Full of sci-fi fun.The chariots of the gods on funky helicopter pads.A subsidized Shambala in the sun.Checked my bandana at the gate and took a sticky name tag.“Hello, my name is Alejandro du Magee",And my magic carpet gave it all searching for Brigadoon.I should’ve made that left at Albuquerque.Come on in, roll on up to Area 51.A place of wonder. Full of sci-fi fun.Where Quincy cuts Venusian corpse on tape for pay TV.A subsidized Shambala in the sun.I took a walk down through the Time Tunnel and the sparks flew ‘round my head.I had a holodeck fantasy and I left her a little dead.Danger! Danger! will rob insomniacs of restful sleep,‘Cause while I thought the earth stood still it was shuffling its feet.10 000 feet below the pod began to glowand made a humming sound and seismatized the groundI can see without an eye.Space is deep is black is creeping.Faces keep his lack of sleep erased.Can soma get him home?Get him out of my head!
Download Journey_to_the_Bottom_of_the_Dresser.mp3 When stuck one night for a song topic, I reached out onto the early interwebs (this was the 90s after all) and asked a friend for an idea. Their response was "fashion". The following was written from that spark.Journey to the Bottom of the DresserA jury of my peers strung a wire through my neckand hung me from the gallow’s pole behind the death camp’s folding door.The musty smell pervaded through my skin and overwhelmedall senses left remaining, slowly fading, slipped down to the floor.Ostensibly motionless dust gathers high on my remainsenshrined beneath the refuse. I must wait an endless dayDenied the rite and ritual prescribed to those that left me here.I hearken to nostalgic times in purple haze - the glory years.I am a cotton blend, ¾ sleeved, technicolour concert shirt.My arms are white, my torso black, with tour dates on the back.I’ve smelled like weed for fifteen yearsoccassionally obscured by beerand waiting for the Judas Priest reunion.Pancaked between the legions of the underused and frayed,I shuffle out a well-worn rhythm long past over-played.Left for dead but for that one cold October nightWhen the air tore in and with a grin I boogied under blacklight.I’m brown bell-bottomed corduroys with patches at the knees.In my pocket folded over ticket from a Frampton show.Grass stains creeping up my legfrom that night we dragged the kegdown into the woods behind the schoolyard.We used to be so coolUnderneath the party lights our funky undulations ripped the night apartWe just forgot the rulesThat evolution obsolescence manic-depressed coalesced to disappearanceHung out and folded, scrunched up in ball undermiles of memories, stretched out like a pall overindecent histories and chemical mysteries.Remember when we were the in-thing?Packed into a trunk tucked underneath the stairwayBuried under Twister and a ragged box of PaydayI’m the metal studded jacket and the scuffed-up cowboy bootsI’m a feathered white fedora with a polyester suitI’m the transfer t-shirts with the Fonz, Sweathogs, and Monster moviesI’m not as think as you stoned I am, but baby I feel groovyI’m banished to the dustbowl of undying never-ending:Asynchronistic fashion faux pas swinging to and fro.Let callous daring bring us backto help ignore Blackwell’s attack,and so our minds dissolving into fabric.
Download 60_Seconds_on_59th.mp3 This song was a bit strange from the moment the music and lyrics came together. I normally write lyrics before music and the lyrics for this one are really depressing. The music, however, is rather upbeat. Don't remember if there was motivation for this intentionally or not. The song starts with a brief notice of a man committing suicide by hanging off the 59th Street Bridge (not feeling groovy). The remainder of the song talks about the minute which follows from the people who witness the event and how they deal with what they have witnessed.60 seconds on 59thHector tests his slip knot on crossbeam 17on the darker side of the 59th Street BridgeEsmerelda Jones heads home in her ’83 CorrollaOblivious to the crosshairs on her hoodFunky Phil assumed a groovy staggered lamppost slalomand spied a shadow perched akimbo on the iron tightropeSlipping on the cobblestones a headlight bore down on himBanshee tires scream to silence inches from his headHector will you take a flying leap through open airSquare yourself for impact as you wonder how to flyCry a sullen lullaby as flurries still the nightFrightened take a second breath while hair stands on your neckHold your eyes high happy people, don’t look down‘cause a foul wind’s making troubled waters churn belowColder skies are building up the mother of all stormsand I think that all our hopes are gonna drown Charlie Graham from Birmingham torched the garbage canand huddled shivering over tubed infernoHeard the rubber squeal and the metal monster groaningthen someone slipping off the rail and falling into nothing.Esmerelda held her breath while helping Phil erectwhereupon their awestruck gaze caught Hector tumble overA wail rose from behind as Charlie overtook themcollapsing at the top of the human pendulumHold your eyes high happy people, don’t look down‘cause a foul wind’s making troubled waters churn belowColder skies are building up the mother of all stormsand I think that all our hopes are gonna drownFootpatrolman Dan O’Shea saw the defeated silhouettefrom the frozen headlights on the other sideWaxed in indecision watched the stark tableau unfoldas though he’d no position to intrudeHead over heels the horizon in towWith the city lights spinning in ostinatoIllumination in streaked oscillationAmorphus glow starts to slow downHector swayed with the melting wind and froze a final sceneThe concrete tumblers locked within his sightEsmerelda Jones withdrew into safe warm placeand never crossed the bridge again at nightHold your eyes high happy people, don’t look down ‘cause a foul wind’s making troubled waters churn belowColder skies are building up the mother of all stormsand I think that all our hopes are gonna drown
Download Tangerine_Frankenstein.mp3 Sitting around during the COVID-19 pandemic, I decided now would be a (good?) time to share old recordings of songs I've written and recorded. Many of these were written as long as 25 years ago and recorded almost as long ago. They are (at best) demo quality, but for a 4 to 5 minute share, I thought I'd help to fill people's podcast feeds on a more regular basis.There is no introduction or closing to each of these songs, just the song itself. I'll include the lyrics below if you can't quite believe what you might have heard me sing.Many of them are quirky, narrative, and quite frankly from a bizarre place. I share simply because, at a quarter century old, I'm really past what people might think of these. Consider this a pandemic online archiving process. I'll try to put out one a day.The first track is entitled Tangerine Frankenstein which, if I remember correctly, was inspired by reading one of those regular articles about someone powering a clock with a potato or some such thing. The idea was that if you could power a clock with a potato, why not Frankenstein with a tangerine?And now you have an idea of where my head used to be at while writing songs.Tangerine FrankensteinI am a paradigm. Sense scores by a nose.Blue sails sucking up the sun.I am the iconographer reduced to stick figures.Crass acrobat underneath the gun.Circus freak columbine pumped by the multi-facet ball.Ecstasy Clementine spooned by the grease monkey alcohol....Holiday do you care I been waiting for his call an’ til he’shad his toast and jam, make a beeline for Havana singing songs of Old Susanna.I am semiotic, symbolic signifier, verbal ectoplasmagraphic goo.I am syntheseismic, tectonic normalizer, cabalistic paranormal stew.Couture chic valentine, runway-pathic optioneering slim.Tangerine Frankenstein, autostatic flailing seraphim.I seek the cosmic rototiller foraging through the underbrush.Undiscovered tangleweed pulling at my bootsI leak orgasmic motor oil and I’m OHC/FI.Son uncovered creator’s creed grasping for my roots.Reykjavik I’m coming home, back to the land of the ice and snow.Reykjavik I’m coming home. I’ll be on Friday’s floe....Holiday do you care I been waiting for his call an’ til he’shad his toast and jam, make a beeline for Havana singing songs of Old Susanna.I am cyberotic. Infested technocratic literal command structure chew.I’m phantasmagoric, dense rationalizer, exodermal jigsaw puzzle brew.Couture chic valentine, runway-pathic optioneering slim.Tangerine Frankenstein, autostatic flailing seraphim.Citrus. Circuit. Systematic peel.
Download 08_-_How_Do_I_Survive.mp3 On this episode The MMD brings us his MM session, Amy Holland's How Do I Survive?Listen to the end of the episode to find out who's been tagged for the next episode!
Download CCC33_-_The_CanCon_Jobs.mp3 Can Candice and Anthony convince you of the CanCon nature of these songs?Procol Harum - Conquistador.Alice Cooper - The Ballad of Dwight Fry.
Download WAHC_-_Archiving_Unrest.mp3 A conversation with artist Michael Dirisio and Workers' Arts and Heritage Centre Program Director, Hitoko Okada about the Archiving Unrest exhibition surrounding worker uprisings across Canada in 1919.Royalty free music courtesy of of Hooksounds.
Download 07_-_Morning_Show_Theme.mp3 This week Jason @upinthisbrain Reese breaks the rules and digs deep into a Michael McDonald morning show theme! And Jason tags...
Download 06_-_21st_Century_Blues.mp3 On this episode Shane Birley brings us his MM session, Toto's 21st Century Blues from the album Toto XIV.Listen to the end of the episode to find out who's been tagged for the next episode!
Download CCC32_-_Canadian_Music_Fairy_Tales.mp3 On this episode...Candice is (Alannah) Myles ahead with Love Is... what you want it to be.Anth dons the CCC toque of obscurity with the Mynah Birds' It's My Time.
Download 05_-_Young_Blood.mp3 On this episode Candice Lepage brings us another MM session classic, Rickie Lee Jones' Young Blood from her eponymous debut LP.Listen to the end of the episode to find out who's been tagged for the next episode!
Download 04_-_One_Love_Stand.mp3 This week Heavy D of Grown Ass Book Reports brings us another MM session classic, Carly Simon's One Love Stand from her Another Passenger LP.Listen to the end of the episode to find out who's been tagged for the next episode!
Download 03_-_I_ll_Be_Over_You.mp3 This week Erinn White brings us another MM session classic, Toto's I'll Be Over You.Listen to the end of the episode to find out who's been tagged for the next episode!
Download 01_-_Yah_Mo_Be_There.mp3 Episode One of the "Yah Mo Been There" podcast concerning the vast session work of Michael McDonald. This episode brought to you by Anthony Marco. This is a tagcast project where the host tags the next host at the end of each episode. Stay tuned to who Anthony tags at the end of this one!James Ingram's Yah Mo B There from the It's Your Night album.
Download 02_-_Good_Friends.mp3 Episode Two of the "Yah Mo Been There" podcast concerning the vast session work of Michael McDonald. This episode brought to you by Oliver Rockside. This is a tagcast project where the current episode's host tags the next host at the end of each episode. Stay tuned to who Oliver tags at the end of this one!Joni Mitchell's Good Friends from the Dog Eat Dog album.
Download CCC31_-_The_Saga_of_a_Shot_Sheriff.mp3 On this long delayed episode...Candice's long arm of the law hauls down Sheriff's When I'm With You.Anth's long-winded Saga is On the Loose.
Download TiD-DTD_22_-_You_Can_t_Be_Proud_at_a_Waffle_House.mp3 This episode brings holiday news from www.chewboom.com and www.brandeating.com.Anthony spins Tom Waits' Christmas Card from a Hooker in Minneapolis while Christmas night eating in a parking and Jason counterpunches with Dolly Parton's Hard Candy Christmas.
Download CCC30_-_Edward_and_Neil.mp3 On this episode...Candice winnies the day with Edward Bear's Last Song.Anthony neils on a classic with Neil Young's After the Gold Rush.
Download DTD23_-_Meaty_Bungasm.mp3 Anthony and Jason bring you all the latest news in fast food combined with some chompin' melodies including:George Clinton - Atomic DogSonny Curtis - Love is All Around
Download CCC29_-_A_Stampede_and_a_Rush.mp3 On this episode...Candice decides to Carry Me along with The Stampeders.Anth trips to the Dragonfly of Mahogany Rush.
Download TiD-DTD_21_-_Slaughterhouse_Fries.mp3 As Jason and Anth discuss all things current in fast food advancements, they recommend a couple of parking lot nosh songs for your listening/masticating pleasure:Warren Zevon - Werewolves of LondonThe Monkees - Another Pleasant Valley Sunday
Download dftpe06.mp3 With a visit from Shane Birley (@shanebee) talking about all things pet-related including eels.We close with a clip from Shane's most intoxicating The Crafty Boys' episode We All Got Bad Tattoos.Find us on Facebook or on the web at the Podcast Emporium.
Download SP11.mp3 This is an archival reissue of Soul Prerogative Episode 11 from 2012. In all instances where you hear the soulprerogative website mentioned, now go to talkingisdead.com.
Download dftpe05.mp3 With a visit from Bob Goyetche (@bobgoyetche) talking about music where Anth opens with a falling for Rhiannon Giddens who he heard from a concert film celebrating the release of Inside Llewyn Davis.We close with a clip from Greg Proop's most excellent Smartest Man in the World Proopcast's most recent episode Crows.Find us on Facebook or on the web at the Podcast Emporium.
Download SP10.mp3 This is an archival reissue of Soul Prerogative Episode 10 from 2012. In all instances where you hear the soulprerogative website mentioned, now go to talkingisdead.com.
Download dftpe04.mp3 On this episode, Jasen Buch (@aliencg) drops by the Emporium to talk Olympics and other ephemera.We wrap with a clip, featuring yours truly, from the latest episode of Oliver Rockside's most excellent Are 'Friends' Electric podcast "Oh Canada".
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