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)
At last, the wait is over. The Goat, The Gnu And The Tumbleweed, the new single from The Mysterious Beings is here. Click below to play on Spotify.
You’ll also find it in all the old familiar places – iTunes, Apple Music, etc.
…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.
A new version of an old favorite. Well, of an old song, anyway.
A very early version of this modern rock classic was recorded in 2015 not long after our lead guitarist, Dee Sharpe, had lost his left hand to an infected llama bite during our ill-fated Andean tour and was in the process of perfecting his unique one handed style. This new version shows just how far his healing has come as he single handedly works his magic on his ax. Actually, he doesn’t much like that term for a guitar, as it serves as a painful reminder of the primitive medical techniques in certain parts of Peru.
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Recently folks of a conservative persuasion, especially those with red hats sitting atop brains as tiny as their hearts, have been blaming a whole lot of stuff on the “liberal elite.” I’m not convinced that it exists, but, if it did, I’d really like to join. They seem like interesting chaps who would be fun to hang out with.
This song caused a bit of friction in the band. Our fiddler, Beau Strokes from right here in North Carolina, is very conservative and assumed I was too, since he had never observed me burning a flag or participating in satanic rituals with Hillary Clinton and George Soros. It took quite a lot of persuasion to get him to play on this. In fact, only the fact that nobody ever actually listens to our stuff convinced him that there would be no harm done.
Against Beau’s advice, we premiered this song at a social at the Falling Rock, North Carolina Elks Club in aid of the Association of Confederate Bikers. Our Swedish sound engineers Max and Minnie Mumsetting managed to make this recording just before the trouble started.
The lives of megastar musicians on the road can be tough, but we keep on going. The boys and I sat down one night in Lubbock Texas and got to wondering why. Maybe the answer is in this song we wrote that night, inspired by the tumbleweed that had blown in through the open door of our $20 a night motel. And maybe it’s not. Later, in the local saloon, we closed the show with it, performing it as our eighth encore before, like the goat, the gnu and the tumbleweed, moving on. Our Swedish chef and sound engineer, Max Mumsetting captured the performance on his phone and uploaded it here.
A tip of the hat to Messrs Flanders and Swann in the second verse.
Grab your headphones and click on the wee arrow above to listen.
A lot of people seemed to like this simple song dedicated to my first daughter, Niamh, when we recorded it a while ago, so, ahead of its upcoming release on Spotify and iTunes, we made a video. It’s mostly just the moon and clouds, but the images seemed appropriate for a song about love, the passing of time , mortality, memory – all the great themes that pass through your head when you lie with your child asleep on your chest and you can just feel her growing.
Put on your headphones, click on the full screen icon at the bottom right and, if you’re on your phone, turn it sideways. It might take a few moments to buffer and start playing, depending on your connection speed. Let us know if you enjoy it in the comments.
Strength in diversity has always been a defining characteristic of the Mysterious Beings. With band members from Scotland, France, the USA, Afghanistan, Peru and even England, we are able to draw on musical influences from around the globe. But why stop at this globe? Please welcome our newest band member, Zog, a truly mysterious being from the planet Proxima B.
When we recently ran a competition to find the most Mysterious Being, the aim was simply to identify a really cool dude to add some much-needed glamor to the band’s line-up. A cross between David Bowie and the “Most Interesting Man in the World” from the Dos Equis ad. If you didn’t know about the competition, its because we only announced it in publications aimed at interesting people.
We received a lot of entries from folks like that. We even got one from Morrissey, who seems to consider himself interesting. But none came close to Zog. Although hailing from a planet orbiting our own sun’s closest neighbor, Proxima Centauri, Zog has been a resident of our world for a number of centuries, working as a gargoyle on Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris. After nine hundred years of posing immobile above the city, Zog decided it was time for a change, and when a copy of “Interesting People” magazine blew out of the hands of a passing MI5 double agent and became stuck to one of her horns, she decided to enter the contest.
WIth the addition of Zog to our line-up, we will be the only terrestrial band to feature the Centaurian bassoon, reputed to produce the sweetest sound in the galaxy. This instrument, played through a Proximan’s belly button, is audible only to very cool people. We feel sure that you will enjoy hearing it on our future recordings.