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I am responsible for every keystroke
that has gone into designing this website,
but I am not a programmer.
For some reason this section turns into a
hard-to-read script when viewed on mobile.
However it can be viewed just fine on your computer.
Sorry about that. I am working on it.
-Bob Smith
bTunes
There was this day, a while back, where I found myself sitting in the Long Island woods, headphones blasting, bawling my eyes out because the music was pouring in, not out. Next day I went to pay rent on my Gramercy Park SRO and instead was handed a hotel-tax rebate check. Taking this as a sign, I liberated a nice little guitar from a Greenwich Village pawnshop and voila: Being good with words, I’d write a few, learn a new riff, and build a song, eventually writing, singing, plucking, and producing the following three studio CDs.
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(Alert!: These demo songs were produced solely by me with my guitar, small amp, a $79 effects unit, a Goodwill microphone and keyboard used as a drum machine, and three tracks of a busted pawnshop 4-Track recording unit.)
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(Each song title below is a link to a lyric sheet and/or mp3.)
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—————– Good Ole Homeboys —————–
Home Ain’t Home No One’s Gettin’ Outta Here Alive!
Songs She’ll Never Know I Wanna Wanna Be Good Primal Time
Babies Making Babies Naggety Nag Nag Middle Age Crazy
Ace & the Squiggly Dudes As They Say: Available! Why Oh Why
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Eventually I took what’s here to Nashville, (though most isn’t country), but was so intimidated by the talent and appalled by the industry that I spent two years there without once sharing my music with anyone.
God Works in Mysterious Ways.
Not long after leaving Nashville, discouraged by my latest round of unrequited postage, I threw my demo tapes into the back of the closet, moving on, eventually losing track of them for years. About a week before I had planned to take what’s here on-line, they incredibly re-appeared, falling from a box of unused wall hangings.
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—————— Silly Protest Songs ——————
Ain’t Gonna Take it No Mo’! I Don’t Know What To Do Debbie Bio 101
Hurtin’ Inside Wage Slave Great Men Keepin’ Up Widda Joneses
Kissin’ Holdin’ & Cryin’ Dazed &Confused Hey! New York. Manhattan
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After digitizing them I actually had a hard time previewing the mp3s because every time I looked down, there I was, singing along at the top of my lungs and jumpy to get up and dance. Yep. They’re that kind of songs. I knew the lyrics were exceptional, but there is no filler here. Every song is a powerful statement in its own right.
Two words kept coming to mind as I re-acquainted myself with my music:
‘anthem’ & ‘lexicon’
Almost every song here is an anthem for something, many making powerful statements that could become part of the lexicon.
I can’t think of any two words that spell out musical success more than these.
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—————— Seriously? ——————
Freestylin’ Wid Bobbo A Southern Thang Carolina Girl Deja-vu-a-cide
Love at First Sight 87,000 Ways of Making Love Bobby’s Baby Making Company
She’ll Come Back to Me His World A Perfect You
Dance of Life Not Quite A Cryin’ Shame
