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Full Service No Waiting (1998)
  Greg Leisz, lap steel, Sandy Chila, drums, David Jackson, bass,  Andrew Williams, harmonium, harmonies, production, Don Heffington, percussion, The B section of this song was composed in 1976, the rest 19 years later.   Kansas City as the first snow of the year begins to fall she’s at a Westport party drunk & leaning against the wall Skip & Wolf come stomping in someone has a plan Faceboy goes to fetch his clothes I go to lend a hand we leave

    From 1995, this track from the Torn Again CD features Greg Leisz on lap steel, Don Heffington on drums, Jerry Scheff – a veteran of both Elvises – on a Hofner bass, and Steven Soles on vocals (and co-production, with Larry Hirsch and myself.) It was recorded (as were most of the album’s tracks) at Capitol Records Studio in Hollywood. I co-wrote this song with Fred Koller.

We said goodbye to Bruce Springsteen and headed out to spend a weird night in a funky motel, right across from the beach. There was a lot of late night action in the parking lot, but it was nothing to get involved in. It was one of those “cover me, I’m going out for cigarettes” kind of places. In the lobby the night clerk was behind six inches of bullet proof glass. I went down to ask him for some towels and he about jumped a mile when I came in, kinda

I needed some dough bad, so I told our manager Danny Hollyway I was ready to do a publishing deal. He set a meeting up with the wigs over at A&M Publishing. I wasn’t too keen on going, but Danny told me I better if I wanted to do the business, so I said okay. It was a morning meeting, and I wasn’t in the greatest shape. I was psychedelically hungover. I had an urge to cancel the meeting, but instead, I tried to pull myself together. I got up and put my shades on, and went outside

From the Flying Saucer Blues album.  I love this production, by Andrew Williams, that paints a picture, and captures the mood of the song. This track features Greg Leisz on lap steel, David Jackson on bass, Andrew on harmonium and harmonies, and Sandy Chila on drums. Though it never was promoted, and rarely received any radio play, this number has its fans, and its a frequent request at my shows.     The records for Vanguard, if you’re trying to keep score, are: Peter Case Sing’s Like Hell  

Torn Again (1995) with Don Heffington, drums, Jerry Scheff, bass, Greg Leisz, lap steel guitar, Steven Soles, harmony, produced by Case, Soles and Larry Hirsch.
       

  In New York City, the club was the Bottom Line, over near Washington Square Park. At The Bottom Line, dressing rooms were small, but the mirrors were ringed by bulbous white lights, like you would imagine being in a Broadway backstage. A good night at the Bottom Line equaled “making it in the big town.” The Village Voice gave my show a pick, New York magazine raved about the new album, the writers were out front, even the reviewer from the New York Times. All the DJs were there from Fordham University, and KNBC. Paul from The Nerves showed

We recorded “Hanging On The Telephone,” “When You Find Out,” and two other songs at a studio in San Francisco’s Chinatown, then put it out on a 45 rpm record on our own label, and it was a little record with a big hole. We sold about five copies in the first month. The great radio station KSAN played “Hangin’,” “When You Find Out,”  and “Working Too Hard” on New Year’s Eve.  Then we moved to Los Angeles, driving that cold night down Highway 101, and arriving in L.A. on the

  From the album “Beach Town Confidential”  recorded live in 1983, [released a couple years ago by alive/natural sound recordings]with the original line-up.  I wrote this song with Eddie, and we had high hopes for it as the follow-up single to A Million Miles Away, but a KROQ rep told me: “Too primitive!”   Which I thought was a selling point.  Oh well…maybe somebody didn’t make their payments, is the impression you get from reading the book “Hitmen” about the era, and Geffen in particular. That’s rock ‘n’ roll for you, like they say, its a vicious game.

The latest lineup of Pig Nation moved into an old house out by Lake Erie, with six bedrooms, a fireplace, a porch, and a main room big enough to play ball in. It was situated in a remote and seedy wooded compound called Idlewood, and from the bluffs overlooking the lake we could see the steel mills of Lackawanna  blowing sulfurous smoke into the cinereal gray sky, merely a few miles of polluted shoreline away to the North. The leader of an infamous motorcycle gang and his old lady lived across the