Peter Case

Events

I’ve been writing but soon I’ll be performing on February 2, 2025 at Rancho Nicasio

[Rancho Nicasio rescheduled for February 2, 2025]

I’ve been writing during this period, since I returned from Europe, and finished out the Norcal dates with Albert Lee. It’s an intense time we’re all going through, but I  need to keep playing and listening. I’m not going to let it drop…songwriting was a life choice I made decades ago..and I’m sticking with it.

Rancho Nicasio is one of my favorite spots. The sound is good, the food is great, and there’s something about the people and the atmosphere that’s very welcoming and also, timeless. I love playimg there, and i hope to see my Norcal friends.

Below is just a page from a note book, from a few months back, recalling an intense moment of youth. Something like that!

 

I was overcome by the flood–saw the stars during daylight–the mask–the mirror–of the blue sky fell off and I stood with you–on a whirling ball of stone and fire in the immensity the madness the illusion the immodesty the aardvark of space– what IS space? It is SPACE–lit by a star itself–my eyes–my hair–my teeth–terrified me–I’m made of stone and water–flesh on a stick–stranded in the shadow of my imagination–“stranded on my own”–the cover–that is, the common excuses and explanations–fell away–the air inhabited by phantoms–inevitable death dyed my tongue–black and hanging out–everywhere despair–eruption of fear like butterflies on fire–like a free fall on the elevator–destroyed my ego before it was formed–a faulty sense of self–breaks down while my eyes are locked in the mirror–the strangeness–in a decaying body–the eye disconnected from my body and “life”–hair teeth sensation–sound disjointed from vision–I panicked as I looked into the glass–everything vanished in darkness except my own image and I was horrified–so I took off–down the stairs and out into the street–I had to get away–to walk somewhere anywhere–escape–but I got halfway down the block was scared to go on in that state and turned and went back hopeless–you cant escape the fact of your own existence no matter how much you sometimes want to–

Desks set in rows–kids abstracted while a teacher drones and girls in mini skirts stretch and yawn–pat their hair and look your way–I was an early non-adaptor–ripped open…

 

 

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A Fistful of Links

 

The new album, Doctor Moan, is nearly mixed, and will be available as soon as possible. Should have more details in a couple of weeks.

Here’s a link to a full length interview regarding Fred Parne’s Documentary, Peter Case: A Million Miles Away, with The Boston Harold Podcast

The doc should be available for all to view soon…[update: May 30 2023]

Here’s a link to the Spotify Playlist of the new Highway 62 tracks that were recently released in the expanded edition of the album, available on many of the music platforms now.  https://open.spotify.com/playlist/56h6IbDqAeMIYBkdu8ur2c

My latest album, from 2021, is available here: The Midnight Broadcast

I discussed my street-singing days in North Beach, Busking with Allen Ginsberg, and other adventures, from the Otis Gibb’s podcast

Just for kicks, here’s a clip from the 80’s, I think it was, of the Plimsouls LIVE. Plimsouls LIVE 1980 something…

I regretted having to cancel the UK tour, but I did it under advisement. I do hope to be able to tour there again with my pal Sid Griffin

Click on the image below to see my latest book, at Amazon.

Thanks everybody, I hope to see you soon!

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HWY 62 Expanded Edition Available for Downloads December 3!

HWY 62 (2015)

Hello friends,

I hope this finds you all well after surviving the zig-zag fortunes of 2021. What a time! I’m glad I have some positive music news to bring you. On Bandcamp Friday (December 3) a new expanded version of my album HWY 62 is being released for downloads; 17 tracks, including three unreleased songs and three other alternate versions, as well as the eleven songs from the original album, remastered.

https://petercase1.bandcamp.com/album/hwy-62-expanded-edition

 

 

 

My latest album, The Midnight Broadcast is available on vinyl and cd directly from Bandaloop Records:

https://bandalooprecords.bigcartel.com/

Here’s the review from American Songwriter:

Peter Case Captures a Late Night Connection to Radio on ‘The Midnight Broadcast’

 

 

Please vote for my album The Midnight Broadcast in the No Depression Poll! (Link below)

https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLScNcWaHy9rhQ7TFpFMdPQeFPfSoNkYJ9ao5AOtHu0plVqAcvw/viewform?fbzx=5820312378874917764&fbclid=IwAR15jsX1CDGwAeYPCPG19n-7X05fVIMaSgUsSw1Cgk2lT4oDfqUnTjW_L2g

My latest book, a collection of lyrics, drawings and stories, is available here: www.amazon.com/Somebody-Told-Truth-Selected-Stories/dp/1930935455/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=peter+case+books&qid=1638480081&sr=8-1

I’ve been home in San Francisco writing songs and arranging the recording for the next album, which I’m very excited about, set for mid-January. Not sure when touring will resume, but fingers are crossed for a Spring tour in Europe, and then dates in the U.S.

I hope you all have a great holidays, and I look forward to seeing you soon. Until then,

love and all best wishes
Peter

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A John B. Stetson Hat

Stetson—a soft brown furry crown a circle round my skull a stetson hat–a worn protection

from solar rays—carried away in a violent wind escaping into traffic like a gum wrapper—a running hat is a dance instructor & a traffic stopper—in the rain it’s my old dog whiffing up by the fire places a cap of my fire and a blindfold in billy goat’s bluff a wheel to be rolled roadside—beats haircuts and leaves a tonsorial bathtub ring on my head–clasp it & it talks—it bows at funerals ducks at Parades it’s a music box its sweat band damp & tightening—don’t let it shrink hats need to stay busy—always above my eyes—a companion half seen like a nose—John B. Stetson—pinned hatband with a feather & a brooch—the sweat bleeds through a salt lick—so a hat is salty—regal—a tierra against disrespect—extra special like a flying wallet against the sun.

 

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What I sing about…

my themes from the first— time passing, watching the clock in a confined and false reality—trusted friends, soldier boys who stand aloof from the world—love as masquerade—hanging in & hangin’ on—hoping for a change a miracle–looking romance in the eye—watching the streets & the horizons—for a shift—resentment at police pressure on my dream life & physical existence—time and distance—seemingly impossible to bridge—stranded—need for love—the escape of prisoners—the dream going bust after going for broke–a magic touch—impossible situations against terrible odds, slim chances seized—escape routes in everyday life—justice—it’s perversion and potential—desperate situations met with a plea for simple magic-like talk—reaching out to the sidewalk refugees & closet suicides offering a spiritual solution & some companionship—the surrealism of Big Town Saturday Night  America, of small town walkers on that same big evening—staying out all night avoiding the curfew—under stars & streetlights  the waxing & waning moons—desperate attempts against time, isolation, “normal” life, longing for beauty contact & love with the sympathetic spirits—the victims of violence struggle for sanity, serenity, dreams, visions, reality.

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Keeping The Roads Open (Texas Edition)

Silver semis glide on asphalt ropes which dangle over bottomless drops—this is known as a highway—boxes upended with air holes shake in the wind braced for kicks—known as community—climbing the ropes in a wind tunnel—known as driving without sleep—putting insects into the popcorn—also known as Top Forty—elbowed by the Rio Grande familiar sensations—the bottom falls out a wet sack—trusting a politician—the big hands on the two the little hands in yr pocket—that’s entertainment—snubbed at the ball that’s amore—grappling with forbidden tongues—picking up the mail—tendons sore from construction—age—the heat’s on—the deck sways—the typhoon roars—elementary my dear penguin.

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