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Allen The Frozen Chosen were playing every night on the corner of Broadway and Columbus, across from City Lights books, and Allen Ginsberg started coming out. We spotted him walking across the street towards us, he stepped right up and said “Hey guys, I’m Allen. Mind if I sit in?” We knew who he was, and said “sure.” He said “Can you play some country blues?” And we said yeah and went into a blues, and he started making up a song right there on the corner, singing to the people passing by. It was sailors and hookers and tourists and kids and nobody ever stopped but he made up these incredible songs. They’d go on and on, and were funny and moving, goofy and angry at the same time. The best one had a refrain of “Stay Away From The White House” and it was a commentary on the Nixon scandals, barbed, surrealistic and hilarious. And he was out there performing with the guys on the bottom of the musical totem pole in San Francisco at the time, the Frozen Chosen, probably the least respected group in a fifty mile radius. But he hung with us and was a
https://petercase.com/wp-content/uploads/07-Million-Miles-Away.mp3 Barry Rose, the music director at the local rock ‘n’ roll radio station KBOP, happened to live in Joey’s building. Every so often he and his wife came out to the pool and Joey’d smoke a joint with them in the Jacuzzi. Joey got to know him a bit, so after we had the record finished and had an acetate, we decided to give Barry a preview. Joey set it up for the next night at 7pm, in Joey’s apartment. We’d all be there, the writer’s, Joey, Chris, and me. Supplies were ready, all the Gold, Ludes, Courvosier, Heinikens, and whatever else Joey figured Barry might need to get in the mood to listen. Barry came to the door a half hour late. He had long, straight black hair, and wore mirrored aviator shades and a leather jacket and pants. He was all in black, and slurring his words already. After offering a little of this and a sniff or two of that, we positioned him in a chair at the center of the room between the stereo speakers. He was leaning back in the chair with one booted foot up on the table. When everything was ready, we
This song was recorded by a band we had that never really got off the ground, the Drawing Blanks. It was me, Eddie Munoz, Tony Marsico, and the late Michael Bannister. We made some demos, and it didn’t go anywhere. But I always loved this one. https://petercase.com/wp-content/uploads/03-Anything-Closing-Credits.mp3 The Case Files (2011) Anything resurfaced on Torn Again, slightly re-written, and this version came out on the compilation, The Case Files, released on Alive/Naturalsound records as a cd, or vinyl. You can buy The Case Files here.
https://petercase.com/wp-content/uploads/05-Pile-Up.mp3 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 to wait for Danny to show up. We always rode to these things in his car, and I was in no condition to drive. In the meeting I shook hands with a couple guys. One, a serious man in an elegant suit, youngish looking, but with well-cut grey hair, seemed to be in charge. As we were introduced, I felt nervous and started to have an almost out-of-body anxiety experience, a real existential crisis that I was trying to keep a lid on. The old short term memory was out of order or something, so the names were gone from my
https://petercase.com/wp-content/uploads/02-Baltimore.mp3 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.
https://petercase.com/wp-content/uploads/09-Magic-Touch.mp3 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. But this song was pure fun. Peter Zaremba said it was an update of the Buddy Holly and the Crickets sound…maybe so. One original feature of this was Louie beating the drums and playing maracas at the same time, I’ve seen people do it since, but never before…who knows? This song and the album are available at iTunes and Apple Music: https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/beach-town-confidential-live/id492812876 For the vinyl or CD: http://www.bompstore.com/plimsouls-beachtown-confidential-custom-mixed-yellow-marble-vinyl-ltd-ed-of-100-lp/ In the picture below, for some reason I’m checking my pulse! Racing for some reason, hmmm? 1983…yikes!
https://petercase.com/wp-content/uploads/Cant-Get-Through-To-You.mp3 The Action Dogs were a collaboration with the Plimsouls, their NYC pals the Fleshtones, guitarist and rockabilly legend Danny B. Harvey, rock and roll pianist extrordinaire the late Uncle John Herron, and A Million Miles Away producer Jeff Eyrich. A twelve piece band, recorded live to two track in Hollywood, a late night, drink-fueled session that nearly none of the participants clearly recalled. The song I had started for the Nerves and never recorded, then the Fleshtones added a great section halfway through and everybody kicked in some lyrics, and it was just really fun, I think!!! Check it out. Listen on big speakers or headphones for the full effect… Thanks Danny for the copy.
No snow in Alaska No bees in the field No frogs by the river No hands on the wheel No leaders in Congress No brakes on the booze No magic experience No truth in the news No teachers on the playground They can’t protect themselves No songs on the airwaves No food on the shelves Low wages for the workers No workers getting hired No rights & no more unions Speak up & you get fired No days off the schedule No end to the tasks No answers to questions that everyone asks No pause in the battle No one gets a pass There’s no break for the poor & no more middle class No fire alarms’re working The fire escapes are locked No lights in the hallway The fixtures have been hocked No whales in the ocean No robins on the lawn No colors in the sunset Firing squads at dawn No social security It’s stolen by a lie No more going bankrupt You’ll pay until you die This was the land of plenty & everyone gives thanks Now its all gone to shareholders & the CEOs of banks They can’t agree to fix the roads They’d have to