fredweaver

Enjoy the 5 seconds of intro and outro I provided you with.
Lovesies,
Fred

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CVHgNwzD4Tc

I'll be gone again for another 2-3 weeks, though,
as at 3pm on Wednesday I board a train for Tucson.
I will be going to Sacramento, San Francisco and
Los Angeles from there by car.

Anyway... Wygle and I are playing on Tuesday
night "duo" style, so mayhaps some of you will
come out to see that, or just see us personally
and watch the excellent Flatbed Honeymoon
and Dock Ellis Band.

Hope everyone had nice holidays and stuff...
PA has been great, though snowy and cold.

Best,
Fred




Tuesday, January 8th
Chelsea's Cafe

Dock Ellis Band
http://www.myspace.com/thedockellisband
Flatbed Honeymoon
http://www.apocalypsetheapocalypse.com/label/mp3s/fh_electrician.mp3
Fred Weaver
http://www.myspace.com/fredweaver

Dock Ellis Band features Ryan Adams on drums,
 but not Bryan Adams on dulcimer, whom we
can assume was left behind in their native St. Louis.

Flatbed Honeymoon run the gamut from classic
Townes Van Zant style country narratives to
Fleetwood Mac-esque spacious folk-pop, all
excellently played and written.

The oddball modernists of the show, Wygle and
Weaver will be playing "duo" for this show,
attempting and failing to conform to the
acoustic-oriented theme of the evening.

Many of you knew him, so I figured I'd post
this.

Ray had been very sick, culminating with a
trip to the vet yesterday.  He stopped eating
completely on Friday after slowly losing weight
over the past month.  He spent the night there
while they ran tests.  This afternoon he slipped
into the panicked, deliberate breathing of a
dying man and the decision was made to put
him to sleep without further suffering.

One might note that in his old age, after 14
years of life, he finally conquered his fear of
laps.  Perhaps we should've taken this as a
resignation from the ferocious life he'd led.

Me... well I'm pretty heartbroken.  His bowls
of food and water still sit in the kitchen and I
can't bring myself to vacuum the last of his
fur off of the couch (that ornery motherfucker
put out so much fucking fur!).

I also keep thinking that Ray bore witness to
every recording I've ever done in this house,
whether cowering in some back room, or
sitting quietly on the couch a few feet from
whoever was overdubbing vocals.

Donations in his name can be made to the
SPCA.

Best,
Fred

I'm often humbled by the talent that surrounds me. 
This past weekend I recorded what is possibly
the best song I've ever played a part in recording.
Eric Schmitt and his excellent band, Flatbed Honeymoon,
whom I can only ingnoramusly term "old school country",
laid down this song, and forever, as cliched the statement
might be, my life is unbelievably changed.

Thank you, Eric!

http://www.apocalypsetheapocalypse.com/label/mp3s/fh_electrician.mp3


The Electrician

He works at the corner, at the corner store.
He's tryin' to make money, to make all them payments.
He works until closing, then he opens the door.

Well she sits at home painting her toes.
She stares out the window at the grass and the fields.
She thinks about Texas and her people back there.

She draws all the curtains down tight and sits in the kitchen light.
Her mind's turnin' round and round, she looks to the ground.
She shuts her eyes and drifts off and dreams.

Well, mornings are crazy, the people rush in.
One and another they're crowdin' that counter.
They're buyin' that coffee and their honey buns.

The electrician comes to the kitchen door.
He taps on the window and she lets him in.
He wipes off his sneakers. She says, "Where on earth have you been?"

She's got all the curtains drawn tight. They stand in the kitchen light
and her heart's turned upside down.  She looks to the ground.
She shuts her eyes and drifts off and dreams.

When nobody's there, he walks through the store.
He's tagging them prices on the Fruit Loops and the peanuts.
He straightens all the boxes of the toothpaste, too.

The electrician says, "Well, I'm here anyhow."
She says "It don't matter."  She walks him to the bedroom.
She undoes his buttons and then she feels his skin.

She's got all the curtains drawn tight, shuts off the bedroom light
and he turns her like a merry-go-round and eases her down.
She shuts her eyes and drifts off and dreams.

He works at the corner at the corner store.
He's tryin' to make money to make all them payments.
He works until closing and then he opens the door.

We can somehow find the money to fight a war on drugs.
We can somehow find the money to fight a war on terrorism.
We can somehow find the money to fight a war in Iraq.

But somehow we're incapable of keeping the
most significant bridge in the 16th most populous
metropolitan area in the US standing upright?

I don't get it.

Isn't America the greatest country in the world?
Is anyone else doubting this now?
Is anyone else depressed about it?

http://www.2theadvocate.com/news/8326707.html

Although there is a separate article dedicated to the
shooting, I really love that this article from the Advocate fails
to even mention that two kids were shot on the levee.


In other news... my 5 night birthday celebration is finally over.

Someone admitted to me last night that they stole one of my
sexy cat figurines from my house during my birthday party. 
That's really disappointing, though they're going to return it.
But I noticed that two of them are missing, so either she took
both or someone else took one, which is even more disheartening.

I finished the Joe Strummer biography I was reading.  Imagine
this: he died at the end.  No surprise there, I guess.  Darren and
Tim from Jade Tree had gotten to meet him 6 months before.
I wish I had been there, too.. not that it really matters.  I really
just wish he hadn't died already.  50 years old is too young.

Alright.. I need more sleep before I embark on this massive
getting on with my life project starts.

Please don't steal.  And don't die at 50.

Thanks,
Fred

or well, it might be.  I really don't know when I'm
leaving for good, but I'm leaving on Saturday
for 2.5 weeks in L. A. and Tucson and then
back for a few days / a week and then gone
for 6 more weeks to PA / DE / NY / East Coast.

And by the time that ends I might have a place
in Philadelphia to move to. 

Any of you will be welcome to visit.  And I'll
miss all of you.  Be well.

Anyway.. so we're playing with Reception Is
Suspected on Friday night at the Moon:

Come out if you can.

Love,
Fred

Bizarre!

Just wait for Krang's line!

Available hot chicks wishing to
see Clap Your Hands Say Yeah for
free tonight at the Republic in
New Orleans with me, let me know.
I have an extra ticket:

email: fred@fredweaver.com
AIM: fredweaver1973
telephono: 225.266.1973

Okay... well.. you know.. anyone
can come, actually. I'd just hate
to waste a $18 ticket.

Written by their 16 year old keyboard
player about the bass player's then
girfriend. What? Man... I think the
best I did when I was 16 was paraphrase
"Masters Of War" or something equally
lame. And shit.. that was 22 years
after this... or more.

DRV.. you love the Zombies.. I'm sure
you'd be into this, too.

"Did you know that the sun's made of love and kisses?
That's why it burns your skin!" - Botok 6

Fancie (from Berlin!)
http://www.fanciemusic.com

Fred Weaver
http://www.myspace.com/fredweaver

John Wygle has a rule about free food:
"I Can't Deny". So here are the
rules for this show: bring the cheapest,
crappiest fast food you can think of and
place them on the offering platter that
will be on the stage. Wygle will then
eat everything you bring, be cause,
well "[He] Can't Deny". And,
we'll see to it that he doesn't.

Oh yeah... nice music, too.

that wouldn't be so easily shared
without Photoshop's existence.

In our modern times, a half hour
well spent can give us this:

"What's the greatest scene ever in a movie?"

The answer is:



This is also, when taken out of context,
perhaps the most confusing scene ever extracted
from a movie. Tell me that in the first minute
of this you aren't thinking off all kinds of
questions to ask me.

Filters....
Dolbys...

Perfect.

Adult Movie Day at Shaw Library, Clearfield, PA

http://www.gantdaily.com/news/43/ARTICLE/4904/2007-02-26.html

My favorite line:
"Registration is not required, however if you
know you are coming please call the library."

Hhahahahh!

Paul Westerberg said it best:

Valentine


Well you wish upon a star that turns into a plane
And I guess that's right on par
Who's left to blame?

If you were a pill
I'd take a handful at my will
And I'd knock you back with something sweet and strong
Plenty of times you wake up in February makeup
Like the moon and the morning star you're gone

Tonight makes love to all your kind
Tomorrow's makin' Valentines

Hey you pop up in this old place
So sick and so refined
Are you strung out on some face?
Well I know it ain't mine

If you were a pill, I'd take a handful at my will
And I'd knock you back with something sweet and strong
Trouble keeping your head up when you're hungry and you're fed up
Like a moon and a lone star you're gone

Tonight makes love to all your kind
Tomorrow's makin' Valentines

Remember those faces in the rain?
The circle at the end of Burgin?
What was it in that last letter back to you?
The second month is always best for moving.

And where you sleep, your teeth grind away
old overtures of broken windows.
And on that roof, the wind might take your hair.
If all of heaven is an instant we’re falling through,
then I’d be there with you.

Can’t you see?
All water is
always falling down

to the sea
where it never
finds its calm.

Listen and it says:
“What’s the difference for me?
I come and go.”

Is it different for me?
I’ll never know.



http://www.fredweaver.com/mp3s/audiofiles/brokaw/allwater.mp3

I try to cover all the bases. Am I too smart, really,
for my own good? I think about these songs as notes,
the disjointed shorthand of short stories I'll never have the
discipline to write. Every detail counts... It's no
mistake that it's seventeen weeks (a prime number).
It's no mistake that catalogs are often bound. It's
no mistake that Polaroids fade over years... or that the
mirrored glass of guard towers reflects sunlight.
Ultimately, though, these songs might be my biggest
failure in that the code I write them with is mayhaps
inpenetrable without my clues. Who knows.

At least that end part rocks out like fuckin' Led Zeppelin.
That's the real payoff.


http://www.fredweaver.com/mp3s/audiofiles/brokaw/fade.mp3

Spirals Fade

I’ve seen the flowers seem to grow
in a spiral that’s prepared to kill you all.
Well seventeen weeks was the longest stretch --
you were bound to fade sometime, while I stayed.

We never hoped for much and when refused
I don’t understand half the things you do.
Like a catalog of mistakes I feel
I’m bound to make sometime while you stay.

Do you creep with the downtown frauds?
The ones that once were known to always drive you off?
(It’s a city dug in trenches here,
not the ditches in your mind, where you play.)

It took things I wish that I never knew
to unmake every memory I had of you.
Like the photographs that we took those days…
they were bound to fade sometime while I stayed.

I know those gleaming towers well.
but reflecting in this cell…
did you really think I’d tell
just where you fell?

Just where you fell...
under what spell?