FEARFUL WIGGINGS (2014 dave graney solo album)

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    Jewel case cd by Dave Graney. A solo album. Recordings made with Clare Moore, Lisa Gerrard, Nick Harper. 13 songs. 3 extra tracks added to digital version August 2014.
    Fearful Wiggings. The title comes from a 1920s book of French stories.. I came across a new word and looked up in the glossary and the meaning was puts as “fearful wiggings’. I took it to mean “great anxiety”.
    Fearful wiggings is a lyrically freewheeling kind of album. Elemental figures and scenes. Sex, myth, dream cities, shadows, invisibility (a recurring theme in my songs) and the very personal title track. Musically, it’s pretty simple and stark but every song could come from it’s own album. Frenchie (“je est un autre” and “flower of the earth” ) and Australian (“country roads, unwinding”). A best of from the future.

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Fearful Wiggings. The title comes from a 1920s book of French stories.. I came across a new word and looked up in the glossary and the meaning was puts as “fearful wiggings’. I took it to mean “great anxiety”.
Fearful wiggings is a lyrically freewheeling kind of album. Elemental figures and scenes. Sex, myth, dream cities, shadows, invisibility (a recurring theme in my songs) and the very personal title track. Musically, it’s pretty simple and stark but every song could come from it’s own album. Frenchie (“je est un autre” and “flower of the earth” ) and Australian (“country roads, unwinding”). A best of from the future.
The recording itself was like an arthouse movie. Beginning in early 2013 on a whim when I had a lot of music to unload but wasn’t going to be thinking of releasing anything very soon. I wanted to record things with no shape in mind, to just capture the licks and not try to shove them into any form, not think of the end result. A chance meeting with Lisa Gerrard at a screen composers award night and her invitation to record my vocals at her studio. We had seen Lisa play solo in Melbourne in 1980 and 81 and saw the very first Dead can dance gigs then. We went to see Dead Can Dance again in 2013. She expected me to come to the studio with one song and I turned up with thirteen. A commanding presence. She lifted my artistic aspirations and senses out of the hollows I’d been running through for years. Using Sinatra era mics and beautiful Avalon preamps and reverbs. She’d sit with her eyes closed and say “I don’t wanna do a radio mix- I wanna do a classical mix!” and “That’s fucking great! That’s Russian! I know what we need to do! We need to go North!”. The best was “It’s nice when you can put your hand back behind the voice…” How could you not be inspired?
Then a similar contact- also from a pure musical direction – happened when UK guitarist and songwriter Nick Harper contacted me to sing on one of his songs. I asked him to play on two of mine. He comes from folk rock royalty. His father is Roy Harper, noted player and subject of a tribute from Led Zeppelin. (“Hats off to Harper”)
The rest of the album was played by myself and Clare Moore. Guitars , bass, keys , bass xylophone, percussion and vibes.
The minimal bass left a lot of room for the voice.
The album was mastered in Phoenix Arizona by Roger Siebel and the cover is by Tony Mahony who has done all but five of the roughly twenty eight albums created by Dave Graney over the years.
Fearful Wiggings is an album I could have only gotten to via this convoluted route. All this involvement of chance meetings and luck. Serendipity. It’s full of feeling, colour and drama. Jazz chords, folk forms and country feels. But kind of pop all the

I wanted to make a pretty simple and direct album, so I’d rather not comment on the songs too much. I mean, I hope they just WORK for people. I started it on acoustic guitar, not thinking of the end shape.

Clare Moore, who plays on most of the album on vibes, percussion, keys and vocals, has shared my whole music life with me. I sing about us on the title track.


I wanted this album to really sparkle so I got it mastered in Phoenix by SAE (Roger Seibel) as I loved the sounds on the last couple of Bill Callahan albums.

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released May 2, 2014

Initial acoustic guitar recording with Idge at Soundpark.
Vocals (except for tracks 11 and 13) recorded with Lisa Gerrard at her studio. That session engineered by James Orr.

Guitars and vibes overdubbed at the Ponderosa.
Mixed and produced by Dave Graney

Extra production and editing by Clare Moore.

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dave graney and the mistLY Melbourne, Australia

Releasing a digital track every month since February 2016.

dave graney and the mistLY are a rock band from Melbourne, Australia.Dave Graney and Clare Moore were once in the Moodists, singer and drummer respectively.Then there was the Coral Snakes and the Dave Graney Show and the Lurid Yellow Mist and now the mistLY.
Stu Thomas on bass since 2004 and Stuart Perera on guitar since 1998
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Track Name: dave graney - a woman skinnies a man up
a woman skinnies up a man
when he sees he’s in her eye
in his eye she looks at him’
he pulls in his gut
straightens his back
combs his hair
tightens up his game
a woman skinnies up a man
before, he was all
“ why would you give someone half your tucker
to get the other half cooked?”
what?
now he’s ramrod straight and combin’ his hair
and shaving
a woman skinnies a man up
Track Name: Everything was legendary with Robert
everything was legendary with Robert
everything was legendary with Robert
he had reverberation happening
inside, at least
early reflections, oh yeah
this was the beginning of a new age
it was good when he talked to you
he really talked to you
he was always on
in the moment
everything was legendary with Robert
someday people would write about this
or that
his riveting self consciousness drew you in
a crowd gathered to see what he was lookin at
talkin’ about
everything was legendary with Robert
it wasn’t him or the times
it was just the angle he lucked into
the attitude
the window that came between him and the world
framed him in the world
forever
everything was legendary with Robert
Track Name: How can you get out of London?
how can you get out of London?
how can you get London out?once its in you
there’s no escape, I tell ya
imagine if you were born there?
if you didn’t come to it from the outside
if you’d never heard of it
if you were of it
how can you get out of London?
Sir Walter Raleigh
Dr Alimantado
all the monuments and towers
frenzy
blowup
the prisoner
running for a bus
you pass into it too
it swallows you whole - like a giant whale
how can you get out of London?
how can you get London out?
a life interrupted
you could’ve slotted in there
how can you get back on?
the wheel has kept turning
Track Name: Country roads, unwinding
country roads, unwinding
down I go
my father came this way - my mother too
Max Harris’ heroic cry
“ on throwin a copy of the New
Statesman from the window
while driving along the Coorong”
comes to mind
country roads, unwinding
staring out the window
drivin into life - beatin back the miles
into the past again
into the future again
like before
goin’ up - goin’ down
foward - back
kangaroo tails by the side of the road
stickin’ up through the saltbush
father whatsisnames tree
I ain’t no farmer
unwinding country roads - harnessed
seat belted
calendar holding a life tight
dates and times
places to be
lookin out the window
winding
rewinding
shootin’ off into the sky
Track Name: Flower of the earth
flower of the earth

I could say the name of what ails me
you'd drop to your knees
you don't see me
you don't figure in my dreams
I'm on my high horse
I'm feelin’ good right now
I'm in a fight, understand?
I'm whippin’ it for now
I know the way I'm gonna go out
I've been there
I hate to lay it on you
why not?
I'm part of an elite
l’homme et la femme est la fleure de la terre
man/woman is the flower of the earth
its like the grim reaper
put his hand on my shoulder
in the woods and got distracted
I was an unfinished kill
40 years later
blood in a parisian bin
what was that?
my life was a gift
I should never have been there….
l’homme et la femme est la fleure de la terre
man/woman is the flower of the earth
think about it - your luck
then get back to me
get over yourself
get serious
Track Name: Fearful Wiggings
fearful wiggings

here’s to the only one I know
the only one who knows me
her name is Clare - with no I
she’s here to chew gum and kick ass
all the shit I’ve written and you counted me in
like that song by Waylon - ain’t it true!
speedin’ our young lives away
you lookin’ at the back side o’ me
ain’t it true!
why such a bittersweet air from the
fresh prince of hilair?
haven’t you lived?
I rode my scooter of the train - the Bluebird
into the city traffic
it was like a situation comedy
I drank wine from your shoe
we kissed in the seaview
hey ain’t we met some dopes
ain’t we been silly too!
if nows not the time for tears
dunno when that is
we watched tv - we knew tv
always lived outside
had the door open wide
as above so below thats how we played it
hey this emotional stuff
peope eat it up
its sweet - can’t be good for us
you wrangled me - hey!
not in front of the men - jane!
didn’t one of us think to say
“ hey get the door will ya!”
Track Name: I'm the stranger in town
I’m the stranger in town
silly I know
that was how I looked when I left the hospital
I walk across the room to somewhere I don’t wanna go
with my cloak and dagger look
I don’t belong
I don’t feel right after all these years
I’m hangin’ back and listening
I rarely speak
I’m the stranger in town
stupid - I know
I should’ve grown up
I did - but wrong
I don’t wanna separate
I’d rather disppear into the crowd
is that weird?
I’m the stranger in town
people are used to me now
“ that’s Dave” they say
“ the stranger in town -
still” - smirk
with my hat and tall shoes
I don’t belong
Track Name: Je est un autre
je suis un autre (je est un autre)
remember that when one talks to one
write it on one’s hand
je suis un autre (je est un autre)
how did one get here?
how does one get out?
to where does one drive toward?
to where does one go back?
the steering wheel at one’s knees
pickin’ one’s nose
liftin’ one’s cheek
one is another (je est un autre)
one is being thought
one is another (je est un autre)
one is being
one is being held tightly
one is being thought
one is somebody’s story - somebody elses’ story
one is somebody’s myth - somebody’s reailty
dead on one’s feet - live on one’s mouth
punchy - hear the bell ring and one swings
still on one’s feet
rubber legs - rubber brain
can’t help thinkin’
je suis un autre (je est un autre)
to be and not to be
Track Name: Look into my shades
look into my shades, babe
travel over the surface
travel those smooth black desert sands
I am mean, babe
I am mean and I have been hurt
I’ve got a right, babe
I’ve got a tight to be wrong
it’s not you, babe
it’s nothin’ to do with you
someone is gonna pay, babe
someone is gonna pay
I am gonna lay waste to someone’s little world
I am at war, babe
I'm a man on a mission
I am out to destroy something
anything
I've been wandering the earth, babe
darkness everywhere
devastation, baby
devastation,solitude
it feels so funny to be talking to you
I built myself a surface so wide
no one would ever get around
Track Name: I know you can't see me
I know you can’t see me
I’m hopin’ you might hear
thought of somethin’ - a song - in the shower
couldn’t hold pen or paper
it flowed from my mind - straight in and out
like a bird through the room
then - later - in the car
I got some of it back then almost lost that
is it happening? the long fade?
I know you can’t see me
you might lose focus - yourself
I know you can’t see me
back when I was drinkin’ etc
wish I could access that pathos
that was when I was drinkin’ ha!
I know you can’t see me
since I quit drinkin’
thats when it happened, yeah?
wish I could bring that drama
that bad feeling - that storm cloud
that hangover
then you could spot me
then you’d know
Track Name: Everything is perfect in it's beginning
everything is perfect in it’s beginning
in it’s forming
and foaming
everything is perfect (mostly) in
it’s beginning
epic
complete
including
swallowing the future
eclipsing it with light
everything is right in it’s beginning
absolutely
in it’s forming and foaming
in it’s explosion
it’s burst and gathering plume and rush
Track Name: The old Docklands wheel
you were all wrong and I am right
when I said that, when I’m sayin‘ that
you laughed and looked away
you thought it was all over
today I feel like I have been painted by the artist Schiele
every joint is bent
elbows and knees are real raw
skin is loose and ruddy, eyes are cactus
painted out of a corner and
smack in the middle of the canvas
I feel like I have been written out
ground deep into the page and my story has been told
I could not know how I could end from this low position
a tune is not somethin’ I could hold right now
I’m all ears I can only listen
I’m all thumbs
my eyes are sliced into my face
doughy, itchin’ masss
my clothes are bandages
look! it’s the old Docklands wheel!
Track Name: I was there
I was there
there was nothin’ to see
nobody had pointed
there were no walls there was no ceiling
there were no lighting effects
there was no soundtrack
there was no frame
it was a plain
I was there
I was there it was dark and grim and
hard to hear
I was there
nothing had been compressed
there was no room
there was no crew
there was no crowd
to see something, in a way
you have to be lookin’ for it
to find it - the pattern
what‘s the point of the boundless panorama
you’re in?
I was there, I was in on it
way inside, I knew, didn‘t I?
to see something, you have to be lookin’
you have to have a finger pointing
there was no map, no design
there was no story
there were no names
I was there
Track Name: aristocratic jive - fearful acoustic version
”a good old boy in slave to the royal way
a buckskin fur trapper in the court of the mad king
a cattle baron partakin of afternoon tea
holdin his pinky finger in the air
restin his spurs upon the leather chair
what makes a man?
money, blood or nerve?
it's what you don't do that counts the most
Track Name: I need some scratch - fearful acoustic version
“the more I struggle the tighter the rope gets
the deeper I sink into the black sand
I'm dreamin'
I've been a fool
it wasn't always the case
I loved to bullshit and let the sounds fly
crazy and rootless like a cloud above my head
I used to be the one that cried wolf and ran”