I went to see the awesome Clown Parlour at their EP launch recently, where James and Rik from NI-Podcast collared me for an interview. You can listen to it on their profile, where they'll also be posting a link to download my album for free for a limited period of time. Just click on the pic below. If you want to hear the latest unsigned Irish artists, subscribe to their podcast through iTunes using the link on their profile.
You should also check out some of the artists who played at the same gig, they're all well worth a listen. Just click on their links below.
"The Sweetheart Stone" to be used in new Michelle Pfeiffer/Ashton Kutcher movie :)
Current mood: jubilant
Category: Music
Hi everybody :)
I got a bit of good news last week. I found out that my song "The Sweetheart Stone" is going to be used in a new movie called "Personal Effects", which stars Ashton Kutcher and Michelle Pfeiffer.
As many of you know I've been looking for movie and tv placements for my songs for a while now, and now my good friend Mike Galaxy of bandpromote.com, and indyhits.com, who has worked very hard on my behalf, has found a home for one of my songs :)
A few of my close friends know how much of a difficult time I've had over the past while. There have been many "dark nights of the soul", so it's nice to get some good news, coupled with the encouragement it brings. It is also fitting that my ex-girlfriend (and still my best friend), the wonderfully talented and beautiful Lauren Connor, who helped me out by writing lyrics to the song, as well as sharing the experience which brought the song to life, is benefitting as well.
The song was written during a pretty rough period in my life, not very long after the end of my marriage. It was recorded in the dingy damp-ridden flat I was living in at the time. To be honest, the biggest encouragement has come from the fact that something good has come from that period of my life.
Struggling artists who may be reading this hopefully should gain strength from this first real breakthrough that I've had for my music. You don't need a record company, in my case you don't even need to play live, you'd don't need legions of people who say they believe in you, and you don't even need to compromise artistically. So stick at it, no matter how little encouragement you receive from your friends, or anyone who patronises you with questions like "how's your WEE music project going?"
I'm truly grateful for all of the support that so many of you have given me since I started posting my music on here. I probably wouldn't have still been writing music without your kind comments, and messages, and I wouldn't have even eaten if some of you hadn't downloaded my album!!!
I know it isn't the biggest musical achievement that you've ever heard of, but it's far beyond what I ever hoped for, or dreamt of happening so long after I started making music.
As for other aspects of my life. I recently started a part-time job again, because I was barely able to survive off my music income. I enjoy it because I'm working for good people, and it gives me a couple of days a week to see my fantastic son Adam who is three now, as well as giving me weekends free to write, record and socialise (the past weekend has involved A LOT of the latter).
As far as my recording is concerned, in an earlier blog I mentioned that I had a hard drive crash which robbed me of all the new songs I had written for my new album. Thankfully I've been able to remember most of them, and have started all over again. I'm hoping to use a lot more musicians this time, I have a few friends in mind who I haven't asked yet, but I've already asked a band from Texas called "All God's Children" to help me out, thankfully they've agreed, and I can't wait to work with them. You should definitely check them out, they're in my top friends. They've just recently put up a great cover of a Victoria Williams song on their profile, but you simply have to listen to "He Is Not Alone", it is the best song I have heard in a long, long time.
Many of you have been on this journey with me through MySpace since very early on, and will maybe be used to me putting up songs as I record them. I won't be doing that this time round, but from time to time, I'll post a link in a blog to some new raw material to give the readers here a preview. I'm going to take my time with the new album, because I rushed the last one out due to a lack of money. Thankfully now that I'm working again, I am not solely relying on music for income, and can take my time getting it sounding right. Hopefully it'll provide some pleasant surprises. One thing is for certain, there won't be as many mournful dirges this time round, and shock-horror maybe even some more up-tempo songs, haha :) I split up with my girlfriend a few months ago, and deliberately didn't write for a while, so as to resist the temptation to take solace in self-absorbed, self-pitying balladry, I'll leave that to the James Blunts of this world. We're still best friends as I mentioned before, and anyone who knows her will know that she would have kicked my ass!!
Anyway, I hope my good news brings a smile to your faces, and thanks again for your kind support.
Dave
Currently
reading
:
Ulysses
By
James Joyce
Release date: 1990-06-16
Larry Norman 1947-2008
Current mood: sad
Category: Music
Just yesterday I was hugely saddened to hear of the death last Sunday of my all-time musical hero Larry Norman.
He is largely unknown outside the genre of Christian music, but his influence has been acknowledged by some of the greatest musicians of our era, particularly those who grew up in the atmosphere of Christian fundamentalism. One such example is Frank Black/Black Francis of "The Pixies".
When he heard of Larry's death he said, "Larry was my door into the music business and he was the most Christlike person I ever met". I personally find it touching that throughout his career, Frank Black/Black Francis has continued to acknowledge Larry's impact upon his music, and apparently his life in general, a fact borne out by a recent YouTube video showing him visiting Larry in hospital in the days leading up to his death.
Other examples are numerous. Looking back at his discovery of Larry Norman's music he said, "I don't think Larry Norman was necessarily respected by religious people...he had more of a rebellious rock'n'roll kind of an image." "I dressed like him, I looked like him, he was my total idol."
The title of the Pixies debut EP "Come On Pilgrim" comes from a line in a Larry Norman song, "Watch What You're Doing" (from the album "Something New Under The Son") which appears in full in the song "Levitate Me" where he actually imitates Larry Norman's voice singing "Come on pilgrim, you know he loves you".
On his first solo album "Frank Black And The Catholics", he covers the Larry Norman song "Six-Sixty-Six", as well as later performing on stage with Larry. Add to this the fact that Larry's brother Charles is the guitarist in his current band, and you get the picture of a lasting tribute.
You can read elsewhere on the internet about Larry, his life and, his music which is very well worth checking out. Over the years I have collected huge amounts of his material, and if anyone out there is interested I can recommend particular albums, because like most artists with close to 90 albums (!) to their name, his output varies in quality, but never in integrity.
As regards Larry's influence upon my own life and music, I grew up in a Christian home where anything other than gospel music was banned. I was introduced to Larry Norman's music by a friend when I was 11 years old, and he became my Beatles, Elvis, Rolling Stones, and Bob Dylan all rolled into one complex, and non-conformist character. From that day on my parent's edict became a whole lot more bearable.
In the years after that I tracked down every album I could (which proved very difficult at that time due to most of his albums being banned by Christian bookshops because of their controversial content, and the fact that he was too obscure to find in normal record shops). Thankfully he appeared to have quite a bond with Belfast, and I remember seeing him in concert for the first time as a young teenager. I saved up for ages to buy as many albums I could at the concert, and even got to meet him afterwards (as the picture below shows). I remember being totally in awe of him, and him berating my older brother for "tearing" his hair when the photo was being taken!
He continued to play in Belfast over and over again after that, and regardless of the fact that in the intervening years my Christian faith had waned to almost non-existence, I always went to see him because I still respected his music, and always came away with a huge respect for his very convincing, honest arguments of faith. He remains one of the few Christians that I respect, largely because of his non-conformist stance on many issues, and the fact that I STILL listen to his music many, many years on from first hearing it.
I knew that his health was waning, after a series of heart attacks, and the later performances I saw scared me for his wellbeing, but once again he earned my respect with his dedication to his mission statement, and his willingness to still put everything he possibly could into a performance.
Larry Norman's music still speaks to my hardened, world weary, questioning, God sceptical heart. Today I picked up my old, long-forsaken Bible for the first time in years, and from the same shelf fell the picture of me with Larry Norman, which I promptly scanned into my computer for your amusement! That event spooked me more than a little, and it prompted me to write this, coming out of the closet as it were, as a lapsed Christian who has started to think about it all over again.
If there is a heaven, I personally feel that Larry Norman is one man who deserves to be there for his dedication to "the cause", and his constant opposition of the kind of people whose hypocrisy, and black and white judgements, have driven countless millions (including me) away from the Christian faith, or at least how it is practised in most Churches (that's a whole other subject for another blog).
Rest In Peace Larry.
l to r - Me (in my timeless combo of blue skinny leather tie with an exposed wooden cross necklace!), my sister Esther, Larry Norman, my brother Phil, my sister Ruth
Break-ins, hard drive crashes, zombies, mouse traps etc.
As many of you are aware, I have just recently moved house, leaving behind sunny Bangor, County Down for a quieter life by the sea in the shadow of the Mourne Mountains. About a year I wrote a blog where I yearned to have the sea in front of me, and mountains behind me. After a much protracted house purchase, largely delayed by a slow-moving divorce, here I am :)
I moved into my new home two weeks before Christmas, and it is heaven on earth... well a more realistic view of heaven on earth than what is canvassed by major world religions. I have got what I wanted, solitude, but at a price, thankfully one not payable in cash, because I haven't got any. I am further away from my friends and family than ever before, but the ones I care about most I was seeing infrequently anyway, due to circumstances.
I got my dream cottage on the cheap really. I have views to die for (check out my new pics for the evidence), and it is so quiet, I have never slept so well in my life. The main reason why my house was so cheap (cheaper than the dingiest house anywhere in the town I was living in) is because it has no vehicle access. The only reason why I found it in the first place is because I was searching online with a miniscule budget, and it was one of only five which the search returned. I have to walk for five minutes along a coastal path from my car every day to the house, how terrible!!! Although, add a howling gale, driving rain, and a much needed bag of coal on my back to the equation, and my vision of heaven on earth becomes a little more realistic.
The biggest hurdles to be overcome regarding lack of vehicle access were furniture removal, and renovations. The previous occupants left all of their furniture (because they couldn't be arsed hauling it out), and I moved in everything heavy in one day with the assistance of good friends and relatives, and a hire van (which I managed to scrape in a narrow country lane, kissing goodbye to my deposit). As regards renovations, I've been through the worst of the winter dry and warm, and as mentioned before, I have no money, so my cover story in "Breathtaking Renovations Of Seaside Cottages" magazine is on hold for now.
So far, life here has been wonderful. I love the fact that the landscape outside my window changes due to cloud cover, sunshine, wind, rain, fog, or any other kind of weather. I love the sea, I grew up beside it, but being so close to it is mesmerising. There is a small island a few hundred yards off the coast here, and when a storm is at full tilt, which recently has been a regular occurence, the waves barrel in between the island and the shore, so I light a fire, turn off the tv, and watch it through my window.
I spend most of my time alone now, due to the fact that I only see my son twice a week, and my girlfriend studies in London. I needed company. So when my girlfriend came home for Christmas we went to the local animal shelter to find me a needy, affection starved dog! As animal lovers, it was a traumatising experience, seeing so many dogs in need of a good home. We both wanted it to be over as quickly as possible. I picked out a two year old border collie, who had been left in by her previous owners who couldn't cope with her boisterous behaviour. So now, rechristened Chasey (after a lapdancer, turned pornstar), she is currently hogging my sofa as I write this, licking her paws and smelling of washed up dead fish which she likes to roll in. She would be fantastic company if she stayed in the house. Thankfully because I have miles of coastline to myself (in one direction the next house on the coast is two miles away), I can open the back door and she runs off barking at endangered seabirds, the wind, the moon, the sun, the waves, and anything that moves, or refuses to move due to lack of local seismic activity. She disappears for hours on end, but always comes back for food, water and begrudging "where were you, I was worried sick" cuddles. When I first got her, I used to go out looking for her like an over-protective parent, finding her playing football with a scout troup, or chasing the local rugby team along the coast. Now she barks at the back door when she wants in again after another homerian canine adventure, and traipses past me like a sullen teenager, albeit one covered in cowshit.
Of course, I forgot, I'm a musician, I should be writing about on the road misadventures, one night stands, and kudos seeking name-dropping. The country life, and relationship happiness have clearly banished my bodyshots off a half-naked waitress ways.
Mice. One tiny fieldmouse, cowering behind a tv stand at Christmas is cute is in a seasonally adjusted, "It's A Wonderful Life" sentimentality kind of way. Mice (clearly plural), who gouge holes in floorboards, gnaw through packets of chocolate biscuits, eat a much cherished creme egg out of my girlfriend's handbag, and any other food not encased in kevlar and buried in subterranean bunkers, who gnaw at electrical wiring in, no doubt, the mouse equivalent of tequila fuelled "Jackass" stunts, are largely muri non grata.
I was willing to live with the yuletide christened "Henrietta", but after her initial fortuitous capture (I arrived home unexpectedly, no doubt interrupting another chocolate feast, and she dived headlong into a full mop bucket, obviously to embrace an honourable death and a celestial welcome from mouse virgins, thus evading capture and tortuous interrogation), she re-appeared like a Teeside canoeist. I was making dinner one night, when I heard an alien sound emanating from one of my welly boots. Alien smells from such a location are not uncommon, but I was pretty sure my senses were not skipping like a cd after a house party. Hastily closing over the mouth of the boot, whilst rattling it back and forth to confirm my suspicions, I hurried outside to empty out the contents, which consisted of one dizzy mouse, and two uncooked pieces of pasta. This event hastened the introduction of more conventional mousetraps, because my pitch in the "Dragon's Den" of the failsafe "uncooked pasta in a welly boot mousetrap TM" failed to supply me with the requisite funding to get my latest million pound idea off the launch pad. Of course, being an animal lover, I had to trap my mice alive. Not to parade them clad in little orange jumpsuits in front of a news-starved media, but so that I could sleep at night, undisturbed by dreamy images of limp, broken-necked mice. Besides, all of the "kill 'em stone dead, but humanely" mousetraps in my local hardware shop advised me to dispose of any dead mouse by burial, or by burning. I don't currently own a shovel, and I quite enjoy sitting in front of the fire undistracted by the odour of burning mouse flesh.
I thus bought a live mouse-trap. After getting over the initial disappointment of the lack of a viewing-gallery style clear plastic side to said ingenious contraption, I baited it with chocolate (as instructed), and waited for the mouse, or mice to be tempted by it's cosy interior. Within an hour, I had my first victim, who I set free after a long trudge away from the house, (I zig-zagged my way home, in case it tried to follow me back, buying a paper on the way, and shiftily reading it on a park bench whilst looking around to make sure I wasn't being tailed, excuse the unintentional pun). The second followed soon after, this time enticed by a half-eaten jaffa cake. My girlfriend and I disposed of it along the coastal path (once again well away from the house). At first it appeared unwilling to leave the trap, probably partially due to inclement frosty outdoor conditions, but more likely because I had bee shaking the trap to confirm the presence of a mouse (note to manufacturers, the inclusion of a see-through viewing gallery style clear plastic side, as previously mentioned,would avoid such a nausea inducing experience for an incarcerated mouse). Since then I have had no further takers for my chocolate laced rodent-cell. I have heard the now customary gnawing above my kitchen ceiling, but just last night one of the lights in my kitchen went out, causing me to suspect that the last remaining mouse may well have chewed through it's last wire. In the coming weeks this may be confirmed by a nauseating smell, other than that of my culinary wizardry/necromancy, emanating from my kitchen.
Bloody hell, this should be a book.
Last week, my rural idyll was temporarily shattered. I arrived back home with my girlfriend after going to see my son, who was ill with tonsilitis, only to find that some little shit had kicked in my back door, and broken into the house. I looked around the house to see what was missing, nothing. Until my girlfriend checked the fridge. The only thing stolen was a bottle of sparkling Shiraz, bought as a champagne avoidance to accompany our Valentine's day meal. It was then that I realised that living somewhere so remote has it's drawbacks. Any opportunist, juvenile guzzler can effectively raid my poorly stocked drinks cabinet at will. Half-term holiday is over now though, so the burglar is probably back to skipping school.
Zombies. A few months, and blogs ago, I mentioned that I was going to be an extra in a zombie movie. I got a text from my mate George, the director, and made my way to the location shoot on a cold, wet Sunday morning. It was really good fun, and I finally met my untimely end at the hands, and teeth of some very zealous teenage zombies. Look out for my fleeting appearance at a multiplex near you soon! The movie is called "Battle Of The Bone". It is an independent movie, the lovechild of an extremely dedicated guy called George Clarke (you can find him among my top friends), who has given up his job, and pretty much everything else to pusue his dreams as a film-maker. For that alone, plus with the fact that he is a thoroughly good human being, he has earned my support, and admiration.
Finally, to the music! Since I have moved into my new home it has been such a release to properly get back to songwriting, and recording. I recorded most of "The Sweetheart Stone, & Other Tales Of Woe" under pretty cramped conditions. I had just split up with my wife, and was living in the requisite dingy bedsit. I recorded it alone using very little instrumentation, singing and playing softly so as not to disturb my neighbours, with the half-hearted intention of going out and performing it live with the smallest possible amount of musicians possible to cut down on costs. However, in the past year I have decided that I don't really want to perform live. In years gone by, I gave up music after performing countless gigs in front of only friends and girlfriends of band members, and I really don't want to fall out of love with making music for the same reasons all over again. Apart from all of that, these days, because I don't perform live, I write and record songs, then move on pretty much instantly, and I struggle to even remember how to play my own songs. Perhaps it is partly because the songs I wrote for the album are so autobiographical, I don't want to go back to where I was at that time.
I have found the whole singer-songwriter genre to be extremely limiting in a formulaic way, and I want to break free of it. My girlfriend pointed out to me that I was singing in a bastardised American style accent, rather than my natural Irish accent, something which I hadn't noticed, but am now fully aware of! So everything I am writing now is a little bit different from before, not so depressing for me, and the listener thankfully. I was happily recording away, envigorated by a new, more complex and diverse musical direction, almost ready to debut new tracks on MySpace, when my computer hard drive made a screeching noise, and promptly died, taking with it everything I had recorded for my new album. Back to the drawing board. At least the new songs are fresh enough in my mind that I can remember how to play them, and when I can afford a new hard drive I'll get back to recording them.
Anyhow, that's all for now, I hope all of you who read this are doing well, drop me a line, and let me know what you're up to, I always reply!
The second (rock version) of this song was the first new material I posted when I initially put my music on MySpace almost a year ago.
At the time I was trying to form a band called "Los Descamisados" with an old friend. We got as far as practising a couple of times (just two of us), and I set about recording on my own, trying to make it sound like there was a whole band involved! Fate intervened, in the bizarre coincidence of both of our marriages ending at pretty much the same time (and no, we weren't having a gay love affair, for those of you with mucky minds!) My mate threw himself into work, I threw myself into avoiding work, and making unavoidably introspective music!
We never really split up as a band, we just stopped talking about doing it, and I ploughed on alone, writing and recording. And here we are now!
Anyway, on to the song. I had read an article in a magazine about men who preferred the company of "realdolls", which are basically ultra-realistic sex dolls, to having relationships with "realwomen". In the world of comedy, when comedy targets are so easy, it is often said, "the joke just writes itself". In this case "the song just wrote itself". While trying to be a "live and let live" kind of person at the best of times, I just found it too difficult to resist showing utter disdain for "real doll lovers". I have since seen a documentary on the subject (part of which is embedded below), and I do now feel a certain amount of sympathy for their lonely lives, but I am still deeply disturbed by their delusional thought processes, and attempts at justification of their lifestyle. "She doesn't talk back to me", is not really the basis for a normal relationship on any level.
As regards the musical style of the song, I am a massive fan of the Beach Boys, mainly due to their use of complex vocal harmonies. The acoustic version has ended up with an Elliott Smith kinda feel (purely coincidentally, due to the use of softly sung double-tracked vocals). I'll not bore you too much with production detail, but I put quite a lot of reverb (for me!) on the vocals to give a slight choirboy style to the song.
Because this recording has fallen "between albums" as it were, I am making both versions available as free downloads. In the future, I am planning to make a video for this song, because of the comedy value of such material!
Incidentally the song title is a reference to the most popular model of "realdoll"
I wear a smile of pride, My baby's by my side, She joins us at the kitchen table, She won't eat, cos she's simply not able, If I chose, I could call her "Mabel",
True love waits for parcel post, You're the girl that I love most, And I used to treat women like meat, Now I'm worshipping your plastic feet, And I'm certain that you'll never cheat.
Chorus
I love your vacant stare, As I prop you in your chair, Got a preference for body type four, And I couldn't have asked for more, I'm so sorry you fell on the floor.
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You pander to my whims, You've got lifelike boneless limbs, And we share everything together, I can dress you up in leather, And your body's as light as a feather.
People say that I'm a nerd, I'm so glad you haven't heard, Ears as useless as my social skills, You indulge me in all of my thrills, You don't care about unsightly spills.
Chorus
I love your vacant stare, As I prop you in your chair, Got a preference for body type four, And I couldn't have asked for more, I'm so sorry you fell on the floor.
Music and lyrics copyright Dave Caughey 2007
Happy St Paddy's Day by the way!!!
Currently
listening
:
A Boot and a Shoe
By
Sam Phillips
Release date: 27 April, 2004
things are beginning to happen for my music. i found out yesterday that a company who promote indie artists have selected me for a sampler disc which they send out to all the major record companies, tv networks and film studios. this may not sound like much at first, however the man behind it has a towering reputation in music circles as a talent spotter (many artists, most notably linkin park, have landed major record deals, publishing deals etc, off the back of his samplers).
the other main factor to all of this is that, as many aspiring artists will know, getting through the front door of any large music/film/tv company is often the hardest part. this is understandable considering the amount of submissions they all must receive, but extremely frustrating for anyone who is desperately hoping that someone will give their music even 5 minutes of time. as a result of the reputation of the people involved, i have luckily managed to bypass such a screening process.
i know this is only the first step, but it is a large, and very sudden one. i am very grateful to those involved who actually took the time to listen to my music.
in other news, i've signed up with a digital distribution company (for an astonishingly low rate, check out www.tunecore.com if you are an artist) which means that my album will soon be available through i-tunes, napster etc worldwide (may 26th at the latest i believe).
as regards film and tv placements for my music, which is something i have been pursuing, i have had positive initial responses from music supervisors on a few projects, but nothing concrete as yet, fingers crossed!!!
i have also been approached by a very kindly record producer (who recently had a billboard no.1), who has offered to mix a song for me for nothing as a favour. all i have to say is that, despite all of my cynicism towards the music industry, all of the above news shows that there are good people still out there.
i am eternally grateful for everyone's kind words of support over the last few months. i have had a difficult time recently, both financially, and in terms of artistic self-confidence, hopefully things are beginning to take a turn for the better.
i am still writing and recording, and i should have a few new songs on my site over the next few days, one of which is an acoustic version of the first song i ever posted on myspace (as part of my aborted band project). it was a song called "body type four" which is about men who live with life-like sex dolls as their partners. i originally wrote it as an acoustic song, but i felt like rocking out a bit at the time. it turned from a gentle beach boys/elliott smith style song into a queen style pompfest, haha :) now it has returned to it's natural habitat, and i'm really rather pleased with it :)
that's all for now, i'll keep you updated on any potential sale of my soul to a huge multi-national corporation, and please forgive my slight exuberance, i shall no doubt return to being a sullen, introspective individual before too long
dave
Currently
listening
:
Neon Bible
By
Arcade Fire
Release date: 06 March, 2007
I've decided to revert to my actual name as an artist name. The reasons for this are pretty simple. Most people mispronounce, or don't even attempt to pronounce "el descamisado", which is hardly conducive to getting a word of mouth buzz going!
The fact is that most people mispronounce my surname as well, but i'm not going to be changing that! My surname is pronounced "Ca-hee" (i'll also accept "Caw-hee") by the way!
Cheers for your continued support, particularly those who have downloaded my album :)
Dave
Currently
listening
:
Sam's Town
By
The Killers
Release date: 03 October, 2006
New version Of Rosebud uploaded, and album download news
Current mood: exhausted
Category: Music
Just a quick line to say that I've uploaded a new version of the song "Rosebud". I hope you like it.
As regards album news, I've had a pretty hectic week. I have been trying for the last couple of weeks to get a download site organised for my songs. I've done it myself (with the help of a couple of more talented internet people!) The reason why, is that I shopped around different sites, and found that the percentages of money download sites take off artists is criminal, up to 50% in some cases. For what? It's not as if these sites will actually market your music, so the money is basically for hosting. Pretty expensive hosting as far as I can see. What other business would take 50% of a client's revenue. But then again, everyone knows that the music business is infested with crooks who love money far more than music, and that includes the artists as well!!!
I don't love money, but I need it! I'm making music full time, and since I don't play live (well not yet), I have yet to earn a single penny from the music which I have made.
At the minute I am negotiating a music publishing deal, which will hopefully see people much more talented and beautiful than I, perform my songs, and hopefully for my sake, make them hits. This is part of the reason why I've hurried along my album release plans. Pretty soon these songs will be in the hands of someone else, so I wanted to make my versions available first.
Unfortunately the album will only be available in the short-term as a download, until I raise enough money to get the cd pressed. Today I have been re-recording and re-mixing frantically, because I checked my bank balance this morning, haha!!!! I want to get it finished this evening, and get it online (no record company can boast that kind of turnaround!)
So anyway, I'll get back to work, and will hopefully have the album available for download in a few hours, go me and my hype machine!!! The 6 month marketing campaign just went out the window, haha :)
Take it easy, hope you like the new "Rosebud"
Dave
Currently
listening
:
The Greatest
By
Cat Power
Release date: 24 January, 2006
I got an e-mail today from a guy who had read an article online about my music. It's pretty cool to come across things like this because, I'm pretty lazy as regards self-promotion, and I don't have the money to employ anyone to do my "press", or other kinds of promotion.
As a result, any write-ups I get are from people who genuinely enjoy my music, and are trying to spread the word about it. So thank-you whoever you are, encouragement like that keeps me making music!!!
If I Was Your Girl
Current mood: chipper
Category: Music
The new song on my profile "If I Was Your Girl", is about a time in my life when I worked in a record store (like most musicians do at some stage).
I was working on Valentine's Day, and had the misfortune of serving the most begrudging Valentine's gift buyer ever. "Just give me something with love songs on it, anything will do. I'm just doing this to keep her happy".
I wrote this song, about that guy, and his partner, who was no doubt oblivious as to his ambivalence towards what should be have been a romantic gesture.
It's so weird to think about how dismissive people can become of their longterm partners. This guy was no adonis, and certainly not a smooth-tongued lothario. I thought to myself at the time as to how lucky he was to have someone, and how grateful he should be that he wasn't still single, because charm had all but disappeared from his personality.
Sometimes I wonder if they're still together, for her sake I hope not.
I've been asked to post the lyrics, so here they are,
you sidled up to me subtly, like you wanted something so unspeakable, no-one should know, come here, whisper it quietly, have you got that thing on the tv, can't quite think of it's name.
chorus
you want me, you don't want to wait, your smooth charm makes me feel faint, how could i not fall at your feet, if i was your girl, and you were my man
you're such a romantic fool, all of this devil may care stuff is purely pretence, and i must be one of the lads, if you think you can refer to her that way, maybe i am
chorus
you want me, you don't want to wait, your smooth charm makes me feel faint, how could i not fall at your feet, if i was your girl, and you were my man
so inconsiderate of her, that her birthday and christmas aren't on the same day, and you blame market pressures, and you say you won't sway, to their sentimental close dancing, your days of romancing are over, you know that she's in your grasp, while you're working all day, she sits on her ass, drinking coffee and watching the tv with friends, and when you get home she drives you round the bend
chorus
you want me, you don't want to wait, your smooth charm makes me feel faint, how could i not fall at your feet, if i was your girl, and you were my man.
music and lyrics copyright dave caughey 2007
Currently
listening
:
Freedom Highway
By
The Staple Singers
Release date: 02 July, 1991
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