Hola! I bring you great news! It is with joy and relief that I mark the end of a year-long, crazed obsession, and announce the release of my new solo album, "Running on Gravity."
Ah, the Martian Acres guy does "the solo thing." So . . . Is it any good?
Well, “Running on Gravity” snagged a wonderful review last Friday at the RARWRITER music site in Los Angeles. Quoth the reviewer, Rick Rice: “This CD is exceptionally well-performed and produced, and at times one hears a classic like Graceland in this work . . . .”
Here’s the link to the site (the full review of the album sits down the page a bit, amongst other reviews, but don't miss the feature near the top of the page, which delves into the terrifying history behind the title song): www.RARWRITER.com
And the material itself? These songs are as varied as they can be: from “Flamenco” (is it sensuality or biblicality or, gasp, both?) to the “Queen of the Blues” to a country-rocker about a long-ago car crash that still haunts. IMHO, it's the best music I've ever done.
The Sound? You came to expect the highest quality CDs from Bob Story and I, when we wrote and produced the Martian Acres music over the past ten years. Well, worry not. From the first note of "Running," you're going to sense that you've "been here before." Bob Story co-produced the album with me, and brought his unique magic to the project. We spared nothing, either with regard to the musicians or the production (for example, David Glasser, who mastered the CD, is a multiple grammy winner; and, yes, if you think you are hearing a three-hundred-year-old cello on two of the tunes, you're dead right.)
Sonically, this baby shines.
So, Where Can You Get It?
Actually, almost anywhere. “Running on Gravity” is available on I-Tunes and Amazon. If you would like to own the actual CD--hey, the art on the CD itself is worth the downstroke--you can go to CDBaby.com (a great vehicle for, and huge supporter of, independent music generally).
Or, if you would prefer the more personal touch, I would love to send you the album (autographed or not). It’s fifteen bucks, including shipping, payable to Dennis Wanebo Music.
Lastly, I am now officially available to "take this thing live" (either solo or with varying levels of accompaniment). Intimate settings, such as house concerts, etc. work really well with all this material. And yes, there will be a CD Release gig in the not too distant future. Stay tuned.
The title song, "Running on Gravity" is based on an event that, for years, I had "papered over" in my memory as something sort of funny. In fact, when my compatriot and I had told our friends about the incident as early as the next day, we cast the whole thing as something "cool"--youthful hijinks. Friends laughed. After that, i would trot the story out once in a while, accessing it from the "funny anecdotes" drawer in my brain.
As with every song I've written, the music for Running "appeared" first, and then the lyrics. But that's where the similarity ends. Usually, a lot of time will pass before any lyrics "appear" . . . before I even know what a song is about. Not this time. There was something about driving home on this particular night, coming over that last hill into Boulder and seeing that sea of lights against the ocean of black. By the time my wife, Lael, and I walked into our house, the chords, the melody, and the rhythm were already there--and, they all just kicked ass. It was everything I could do to run in and grab my Taylor before they could all get away. And then something most odd happened: the story/lyrics spilled out as well, almost immediately, and in full blossom. By 3:00 a.m.,the whole thing was a "wrap." I woke Lael up excitedly and played it for her. How cool is that? A song I was REALLY proud of: signed, sealed, and delivered, all in the matter of a few hours.
Or so I thought.
There's this guy inside me--a guy who won't put up with BS if it does violence to something we both "know." He wasn't "done" in the slightest. What followed were several nights of nightmares. Wild animals. Shrieking noises. Terror. Blackness.
And, then, for the first time ever, tears. Tears that had waited patiently, for decades.
I had known several kids who died violently in car crashes. In fact, a full carload of them, all one year my junior, had plowed into an abutment in eastern Colorado within days of high-school graduation. There, but for the grace of God and the sometimes benign laws of physics had gone me and my friend as well.
I re-wrote the song and gave the incident the seriousness it deserved. And the nightmares stopped.
Number One. I'm not in the songwriting business for self therapy. So, for one thing, because Running is a teenage-driving song, it requires the chapter that I was spared: blood and dead teenagers.
Number Two. I'm an Irishman. Even it it's a social disaster to do so, an Irishman can't help but try to make his audience laugh. So, despite the demands of the "guy inside me," there's still a goodly salting of humor in the song
. . . I mean, if one is crashing, hell bent for leather, down a sheer mountainside, he probably wouldn't describe it as "rocking and rolling all the way to town" now, would he?
The description of the song which appears in the "odds and ends" page was provided as background for Running and became part of a feature to be found at the RARWRITER music site.