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.
We’re thinking of releasing this as a single, our scholarly contribution to the climate change debate.
A few weeks ago, our pianist Gene Poole-Skimmings suffered an unfortunate accident when the keyboard cover fell on his fingers, causing them to swell up. It is taking a long time for the swelling to go down and we have been unable to continue our world tour. The consequent loss in earnings has compelled me to look for employment. Luckily, with the labor market being so tight at the moment, many employers have relaxed their requirements and I was able to land a job with the climate denial department of the Americans for Prosperity think tank. Actually, having had a few days to get to know my fellow “scientists” at the Foundation, I’m not convinced that accepting me on the basis that I scraped a pass in O Level physics constitutes much of a relaxation of the requirements for employment there. I might be over-qualified. Anyway, manipulating data for nefarious purposes is not hard, a lot less demanding than actual science, and I have a lot of time left over for writing songs. Like this one.
As mentioned in a previous post, I won the chance to record with a six piece band at the fabulous Beaird Music Group in Nashville. That’s great, of course, really great. Not so great is my complete inability to figure out what song to record. That’s where you come in.
The playlist below consists of songs that I think might be good candidates for the Nashville treatment. They are all produced as well as I can with Band In A Box. Take a listen to them and list your top 3 in order. Remember, it’s not necessarily the best song, and it certainly doesn’t have to be the best production. It has to be one of the best songs, of course, or it’s not worth doing, but what really matters is which song would sound great when recorded by a band consisting of bass guitar, piano, electric guitar, acoustic guitar, slide guitar and drums. You don’t have to listen to all of them all the way through: 30 seconds to a minute might be enough to eliminate the weaker candidates. You might have to adjust the volume between tracks a little, as I have not got around to normalizing the volume between tracks.
Let me know your selection in the comments or, if you came here from the NSAI Charlotte Facebook page, you can post them there, if you prefer.
Hello, Old FriendGavin Sinclair & The Mysterious Beings4:18
Happy Ending BluesJenny & Gavin3:01
Northern SummerGavin Sinclair & The Mysterious Beings3:45
Diamonds And DragonsGavin Sinclair & The Mysterious Beings4:18
I Don't Drive No Pick-UpGavin Sinclair & The Mysterious Beings4:02
All I Want For Christmas Is Your Fat Ass To Be GoneGavin Sinclair & The Mysterious Beings4:14
I Never Took Your Number Off My PhoneGavin Sinclair & The Mysterious Beings3:47
Good Luck EddieGavin Sinclair & The Mysterious Beings5:19
Nervous BreakdownGavin Sinclair & The Mysterious Beings2:30
The Goat, The Gnu & The TumbleweedGavin Sinclair & The Mysterious Beings5:12
GillianGavin Sinclair & The Mysterious Beings3:06
Wild & Windy ShoreGavin Sinclair & The Mysterious Beings4:09
Our new single is now available in all the usual places. Wind up your Spotify machines and click below to make me rich enough to afford the kind of lifestyle a member of the liberal elite deserves. A million plays might get me a half-decent bottle of claret to share with my equally elite chums before the opera.
Yes, it’s that time of year again. This song first spread its own special brand of Christmas cheer last year, but, at almost 5 minutes long, there were rumblings from lovers of mistletoed melodies that it might be dishing out just a little too much of that cheer. So here it is again in a less fattening version, shorter and with a new intro.
“Amidst the bland crumpled tonal tinsel that assaults our eardrums in December, this spiritually uplifting work from the Mysterious Beings arrives like a blast of fresh, subtly pine-scented air. Against the backdrop of Christmas, the whole human condition is laid bare in all it’s heartbreak and glory. This is a song of love gone wrong, of the struggle for freedom, the assertion of identity and ultimately of triumph, as bitter-sweet as it is unexpected. Five Christmas stars!” – Mrs Jean Poole-Skimmings (no relation to our keyboard player, Gene Poole-Skimmings, and certainly not his mother)
…or more accurately, I am. If the rest of the band finds out, they’re not going to be pleased that I’m going without them. I feel like I can tell you in confidence here, since nobody else ever actually reads these posts.
I’ll be recording with a six piece band at the studio of Larry Beaird. Larry’s a pretty big cheese around those parts. In fact he recorded 2016’s number 2 best selling country album in his studio and has recently finished recording some tracks for Willie Nelson and Merle Haggard. So working with me will only be a relatively small step up in the music world for him.
“How did this come about?” I hear you splutter into your beer. Well, while you wipe that up, I’ll explain. The official story is that I won this in a drawing during a workshop Larry did for the Charlotte chapter of the Nashville Songwriters Association. Between you and me, I’m pretty sure he arranged for all those wee bits of paper in the hat to have my name on them just so that he could add me to the list of megastars passing through his studio. Whatever the explanation, it leaves me with a quandary. Which of my grammy-worthy songs do I choose? Or is it still to be written?
Mr Sensible is actually one of our least sensible songs, which is saying quite a lot really. The song is dedicated to our Afghan drummer Kit Bashir, his unwitting paramour, Officer Prescott of Her Majesty’s Customs Service and everyone whose life is turned upside down by love.
If you want to know the story behind Kit’s amorous awakening, (and who knows? – maybe someone does), click here.