Our thanks to friend of the band, musical giant, proud redneck and Alabama’s favorite son, JAPOV for his…ahem…unique vocal contribution to this updated version of one our best loved songs. America may be deeply divided, but music can still bring us together….I hope.
The other day, the band and I got to talking about all the people we know who are terribly sad for one reason or another. Thinking about it made us sad too, so I wrote this song, which we recorded, maintaining social distancing by each of us being in a different room in guitarist Dee Sharpe’s granny’s house in Broughty Ferry. As I belted out the vocals in Granny Sharpe’s downstairs toilet, I thought about how much better the world would be if we took the time to tell each other this kind of thing sometimes.
Even mega-bands like The Mysterious Beings have to watch the pennies these days. We don’t give our social media intern Cher Maposte much of a budget to work with, so, when it comes to making videos, she is thrown back on using free clips from the Internet. Cher owes her position to being the only groupie ever to fall for the dubious charms of our keyboard player, Gene Poole-Skimmings, rather than to any aptitude for hard work, so she can’t be arsed actually finding clips that match our songs. This was a great source of frustration and friction within the band until guitarist Dee Sharpe and I decided to make the best of a bad situation by… well, the song explains it better than I could do here.
The video clips used in the song came from the trending videos at the home page of Pexels.com on the day I made the video.
A tribute to the heroes of Lake Travis, whose flotilla of freedom were all that stood between us and socialism on that fateful Saturday in September 2020. Several boats laden with swashbuckling warriors for freedom went down that day, carrying their precious cargo of sun block and Miller Lite to Davy Jones’ locker. We will not forget you and how you put your lives on the line on the reservoir of doom.
One of our favorite bands, Brooklyn, New York-based Bandits On The Run put that extra time on their hands to good use while quarantining in North Carolina with this living room recording of our song “Fool To Love Her.”
A big thanks to our new social media intern, Cher Maposte, for setting up the Mysterious Beings YouTube channel, viewable at the link below. Please show your support by visiting and hitting the subscribe button.
Cher comes to us from… well, we’re not really sure. We found her in the back of the van behind one of our big-ass speakers after a gig in Russellville, Arkansas in the drunken company of our notoriously lascivious keyboard player, Gene Poole-Skimmings, who had no recollection of how they had got there. Cher claimed that she was, in her own forthright and uninhibited way, interviewing for a job with the band and, owing to her cordial relationship with the CEO of the local branch of the Retreads motor cycle gang, a man of imposing build and persuasive personality, was confident of being hired, which she was.
Like all mega-bands, we get a lot of fan mail. Much of it is of a frank, even raunchy, sexual nature, but a much smaller pile on our desk contains missives such as this one from a Mr. Elton J of Windsor, Berks.
Dear Mysterious Beings,
Your song, “How Can I Leave Her Behind, When She Won’t Leave Mine,” is the best song I have ever heard by anyone anywhere. For a long time I thought it simply couldn’t be improved, but the other day, as I was dropping the kids off at school I realized there was a slight problem. At almost six minutes, it’s pretty long. Normally, that wouldn’t be a problem. A song of this calibre I could listen to all day until the sun went down on me and still not get enough. The kids feel the same way and that’s the problem. They won’t get out of the car until it’s finished, and they have been late for school nineteen times as a result. Could you make it a wee bit shorter, please?”
Well, Elton J. of Windsor, Berks., we Mysterious Beings pride ourselves on being responsive to our wonderful fans, and, since you ask so nicely, here it is. Same song minus the last two verses and chorus in a handy fun size four minutes and forty-one seconds pack. Those extra verses are not really necessary for the story anyway.
If you have absolutely nothing better to do, why not check out our new song, “Gulp – Don’t Sip.”
A while back, the band was performing at a private party in New York. During a break, I stepped out onto the roof for a breath of fresh air. I soon realized that I was not alone. Our bassist, Juan Tusrifor was standing at the edge of the building, leaning over a railing. His back was to me, but I was pretty sure that he had a strange look in his eyes. This was confirmed when, hearing my approach, he looked up with a wistful smile.
“Do you ever wonder what it would be like?” he said quietly.
“Juan, you’re not thinking….”
“No, I wouldn’t ever want to hit the ground. It’s the falling through the air.”
I imagined my friend in his Peruvian homeland, peering over the edge of an Ande and thinking the same thoughts he was now sharing with me so far from where he started.
“I guess it’s time we went in, ” he said.
And we did.
Our new single, “Climate Change Denier,” will be released to all online music stores and streaming services on December 13th. If you are on Spotify, click on the button below to have it added to your library as soon as it’s available. As well as guaranteeing yourself a jolly good time listening to this excellent song, you’ll be supporting the band because the more saves we have, the more Spotify likes us. This can make them add us to more playlists and boost our sales to where we might one day be able to afford an ice cream like the one that polar bear has.
This is the last song in my trilogy about idiots – conspiracy theorists, climate change deniers and sundry other bozos.
It’s amazing how many buffoons there are out there who don’t always have the good sense to agree with me about everything. One of them is our very own keyboard ace, Gene Poole-Skimmings, who felt that this song was a personal attack on him and refused to play on it, which is why there’s no piano. Our fiddler, Beau Strokes also believes every conspiracy theory that comes his way and resolutely opposes social advancement in any form as un-American. He doesn’t believe in universal health care coverage because it isn’t specifically mentioned in the Bible, preferring to rely, when he’s sick, on the clammy hands of his pastor Rob M. Blind Jr. clamped firmly on his head at the Falling Rock Pentecostal Holiness Church. This is the only time he removes his hat for any reason. Besides the fiddle, Beau is a great banjo player, but when I asked him to play, he initially refused. However, once I assured him it absolutely was a personal attack on Gene, he was happy to oblige. He may be a good pianist, but nobody actually likes Gene Poole-Skimmings, not even his mother.
We premiered this song during a live concert in Central Park to coincide with the recent Climate Summit at the UN in New York. It was the last song to be performed that day before the event was canceled due to excessive heat right after Sting fainted backstage. Our Swedish sound engineers Max and Minnie Mumsetting were on hand to make this recording of the performance.