Good to see Steve. Funny, Jack told us it wasn't worth driving down to play with P22 at the Fire?
YOU!
Speaking of Jack, I heard him and Jim were moving in with us on March 19th. That is fine, just tell them to call us to confirm so we can set up their room.
Tell Vorcan that I will post "ABCSUV" as soon as you guys send the "World Peace Day" movie...
Do you have an ETO on B&B 4-track mixdown?
ETO on some B&B Stuff...
Please review the story and then start drawing! As you know DEGICANK can't pay cash up front, but I think if you realy concentrate on illistrating Clay's visions you will be selling a lot of T-Shirts...
B&B STORY:
Bear Bones and Banjo Jones
To give a bare-bones outline, it could be something raw and funky.
I think you said it best Uno Clay....you mentioned it in your posting.
It is a great name
"BARE-BONES"
That is it! If you decide on it, I would be happy to work on a logo for it.
Hey vegas, also sorry for not getting back to you about the Top Secret Plan. I didnt have time to pull it off and so we will save it for another event, ok?
Banjo Jones and Bear Bones:
"THE BEGINNING"
Chapter 1:
The Beginning of The Republicank Revoluno Jones
A dark forest. Kind of mossy and hanging trees, pathways through the city.
An old man with a kindly face. Straw hat or a big floppy lid. Suspenders? Banjo Jones, here he is, he grins and lives alone, a happy sort, no worries for this sage.
Bare Bones: A grinning, non-speaking skeleton. Maybe he speaks, maybe he just gestures. He has not appeared yet. Banjo Jones doesnt know he exists. Banjo Jones might know exists in the back of his head. Banjo Jones might live in the forest in a cabin. He sits at the base of a tree and plays his banjo during the day. His hat is tilted back. He has a pipe and might take a toke between runs of music.
Once upon a time Banjo Jones sees the dancing skeleton materialize out of the corner of his eye. He isnt scared, because he has a notion that Bare Bones isnt a threat, he's a good guy, he's just a no-skin-skeleton from a different dimension. Everyone knows Bear Bones knows Banjo Jones! He knows him out of the corner of his eye.
A tune begins. The bass is Bones, the banjo hestitates, begins, the dance is on in the forest of mossy trees between the dead and living men and spirit.
The BASIC story (bare bones of the narrative): Banjo Jones is an old? middle aged? hillbilly/bumpkin type who lives in a log cabin in the forest. It is an idyllic scene, forest and trees, blue sky, etc. He wears a straw hat and has smile-line wrinkles on his face.
One day, Banjo Jones (following his normal practice) heads out into the forrest to play some banjo and sit under a tree. He does this everyday, except that he usually sits different places in the forrest, just to mix it up. On the particular day in this album, he sits down and begins to play. It is comfortable and dim in the forest, a perfect place.
The strange thing is, he begins to see something out of the corner of his eye. A shape? A figure? He's playing his banjo, but something is there in the corner of his eye. He stops a couple times, looks around, nothing is there. He continues practicing
At some point, he will actually SEE Bare Bones (a grinning skeleton), and he will leap up in fear, surprise. Conversational exchange (a mental understanding?) takes place, and it is asertained that Bare Bones is friendly, but he is an envious skeleton, because he too used to be alive, living very nearby to this very spot, and now he is dead and watching the living. He was drawn to Banjo Jones because he liked the music, it reminded him of being alive.
At this point of the story, i need to flesh it out some more. I ahve some ideas, that the next part of the story is Bare Bones recalling his life. It might end up that Bare Bones is chained to earth (cant get some rest) because of soemthing that happened to him. I think this middle part of the story would be recollections via Bare Bones. I am still cogetating on this part.
The end of the story is Banjo Jones seeing Bare Bones fade away, and the forest is empty again, and Banjo Jones exits the forest.
CD begins. Fade into a light, airy grove. The music goes on for a few seconds, then insert Vocal overlay: "Once upon a time, there was a man who lived in the forest. The man was a smiley fellow who lived in a log cabin by a small stream under a blue sky. Every day this friendly fellow would sit up in bed, stretch his arms and legs, thank the great Spirit that he was alive, and pick up his banjo and head for the forest. The forest, he'd found, was the best place for him to practice his banjo. The trees and the sky made good companions, and he felt happiest when he was playing his music for these old friends."
Behind the vocal overlay, the music will continue. The average track would feature some sort of intro and (perhaps) outro vocal narrative, and the songs would reflect some sort?? of relationship to the vibration of the piece. The narration could be fitted to reflect the songs, and vice versa.
Scene 1: Airy light waking up Forest Song
Scene 2: Walking through the Forest
Scene 3: Playing the banjo, conjuring up Bare Bones
Scene 4: Bare Bones! scares the living crap out of Banjo Jones
Scene 5: Bare Bones remembers his life
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Scene Last: Banjo Jones leaves the forest, covered in moonlight, wanders home to his cabin
One more thing that i forgot: His straw hat must be tilted back on his head
Example:
1st track=interlude (no vocals) and establishment
2nd track=another interlude/preview music With narrative intro (something like written intro above)
3rd track ----#x track=music only (this is body of album. This is where the freaky DREAM section comes out. Fat and crazy music, a dip deep into the night of the mind, the long dark travels through hell and back of Banjo Jones)
2nd-to last track=outro/windup narrative&music (tenetively refered to as 'daybreak')
Last track, thematic conclusion/etc, return to musical theme
Jones' Song
I was searchin' for some slack
near my old 8 sided shack
all 5 strings a-ringin' in my head
2 feet below the fog
laid up on a hollow log
on the banks of the White Clay watershed
As the darkness rolled around
and the forest filled with sound
oh, the owls 'n frogs, i knew em all by name
but on that foggy night
rambled up a grizzly fright
twas a stranger, but he knew me just the same
1st chorus:
just claws and bones
and deep bass tones
for my life, i had to run
if the good lord's a-willin'
and the crick dont rise
i'd see the morning sun
insert 3rd and 4th verses...(i'll try to come up with these soon) wherein, the ferocious encounter becomes a transcendent interaction.
2nd chorus:
up yonder in those old green hills
where hard work, its a sin
if the good lord's a-willin'
and the crick dont rise
i'll see old bones agin
This is the 2nd section of major narration for the Story Of Banjo Jones. GO FOR IT!!
That night, the night we're speaking of tonight, the night of NIGHTS my friends, THAT night was the night in which the man, Banjo Jones, learned a valuable lesson as to the ways and means of the inner universe. The night in question was the night when Banjo Jones saw deep into the maelstrom, he saw all the way down to the bottom of the well, through the looking glass and into the devil's hidey-hole . . . and what he saw there would make a normal man blink, but not Banjo Jones, no sir, Banjo Jones didn't blink or think or even wink. Banjo Jones saw a sight that would have had the normal man among us crawlin' home to mama, wipin his eyes and a-shiverin for years on end.
You're wondering what he saw, I think. I'll tell yeh, and take beware and warning.
What he saw was the dead man walking, what he saw was the rest of us, what he saw was what is left behind when all is said and done.
What he saw was the upright bones a-walkin, a memory of a man who's gone and died but not laid down to rest just yet.
<<if you can, it would be really good to have a few people screaming hysterically at this part. Sam, Stacey, Ryan, Roommate, you. If you cannot do this, it is ok.>>
¡§THAT'S JUST THE WIND IN THE TREES CHILDREN. LET GO OF YOUR FEARS AND HEAR THE WARNING I AM TELLING YOU.¡¨ ( „²read in stern conductors' voice)
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That's better, children. The fact of the matter is, the truth can be a scary thing. I wish it were different, but it aint, and your just gonna have to get used to it. After all, we ARE in the woods, and it IS the middle of the night . . . when everything is different . . .
BUT . . . . maybe we ought to go back a bit. After all, for -all- his life before the night in question, Banjo Jones had been a man, another sort of man, a man untouched by wind, rain, or the sight of the devil. Indeed, he'd always been a smiley sort of fellow, a man who spent his days in a log cabin--a cabin built by his daddy's hand--living out by a small stream under a blue sky. Every single day, our intrepid hero would sit up in bed, stretch his arms and legs, and give a-thanks to the Great Spirit that he was alive and well. Soon after a quick breakfast of chicken egg, Banjo Jones would pick up his trusty banjo and head straight into the forest. The forest, he'd found, was the best place for him to practice his banjo. The trees and the sky made good companions, and he felt happiest when he was playing his music for these old friends.
Banjo Jones, we might describe, was a medium-old man with a kindly face. IF you're the sort of person who wonders what people look like, I'll tell yeh that a straw hat, suspenders, and a big floppy lid--tilted back on his head--will suffice for a DE-script-ion. Our hero, you'll see, has smile-lines 'round the corners of his eyes. Banjo Jones, and here he is my children, he grins and lives alone, a happy sort, no worries for this sage.
<<again, in the next paragraph, it would be grand to have a Chorus of folks shout BEAR BONES at the capitalized spot.>>
I would be a lie if I were tellin' you that Banjo Jones knew nothing about Bare Bones. BARE BONES?! you ask? Why, the very name strikes fear into your hearts, children! No need to shout and stomp at the mere mention of a name! But since yeh seem interested, I can tell yeh a little more about this Bare Bones, since he figures heavily in our tale. But, Bare Bones, it seems, he has not appeared yet. Banjo Jones doesn't know the skeleton exists. Or, just for fun and laughs together, Banjo Jones might know the skeleton exists somewhere in the back of his head. But, head or tails, truth or tales, just as we speak, Banjo Jones is heading into the deepest woods for his daily smoke and pipe and lesson on the Banjo! It is nothing but a sunny day, the thoughts of bones are far away, we're walking down a forest path to the tree trunk where the music plays.
You see the tree stump just over yonder children? I could never say for sure, but from what I've heard from friends, that stump was where Jones would sit his rump and play the devil's tune away.
It is comfortable and dim in the forest, a perfect place. Sitting on his stump, the song swirls around the head of our loyal hero, Banjo Jones. He conjures up a tune like doctors make medicine appear. His eyes roll back into his head and his hat is perched at a tilting jaunty angle. Around his face are notes of music flying. A smile will come and go to the beat of a tune of his own devising. The music, it must be said, is a gift of grace, a mystery from the great beyond. Banjo Jones, his father always said, was blessed with the gift of song. Here we hear it, echoing through the mind of every woman-man, the gift of music rising. The music rises through the imagination of the mind into the fingers and to the trees, out into skies of someone else's sizing. We look around this circle of our faces and realize, the music comes and goes like frowns and smiles, a mystery, a something never known before.
It was at this time that Banjo Jones saw the dancing skeleton materialize out of the corner of his eye. He's playing through a song, just making music happen, when he catches sight of an elbow-bone jigging in and out of vision. He cannot stop--the song goes on--and he isn't scared, because he's always had a notion that Bare Bones was something in the woods, a mystery, a something that comes and goes in the places in-between. A shape? A figure? He's playing his banjo, but there's something there in the corner of his eye! And the song goes on, and the song goes on, and Banjo Jones has a notion that the skeleton is nothing but a good guy, just a no-skin-skeleton from a different dimension. Everyone knows Bare Bones knows Banjo Jones! He knows him out of the corner of his eye.
the following items are individual phrases and words that you should feel free to record multiple times in multiple voices. Feel free to get outside assistance if you like, or you (ro9c) may wish to be SOLO. Leave adequate spacing between phrases so as to allow for easy separation/combination. Be creative and add to the narrative however you like. These will possibly be used as vocal SAMPLES for post-production into the album and/or online media.
Feel free to apply multiple flavors: laugher, whisper, anger, threatening, insane, simple, stupid, haunting, spaced out, chattering, broken, squeaky, rising, lowering, holler, dark, maddening, dopey, etc. Lots of different voices. This might be a recurring sound-byte, so for ¡§Dreams¡¨, do a whole bunch of different takes. More is better in this case.
Dreams?
Dreams!
Dreams. . . . . . . ?
DREAMS!!!
Dreams.
D..r..e..a¡Km¡Ks¡K¡K!
Dreams!
(etc)
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This section are ones which should be read in a NON-Banjo Jones voice. This is the voice I am thinking of as 'The Conductor'. He is like a 2nd narrator during the Dreams section. Deeper, more serious. Although it might seem confusing to have you reading both, I think it will be clear that it is a different voice if you are consistent. Use the bass flavor of your voice, get something serious, mysterious, meditative. Think Ken Nordine. Lose the hillbilly accent(just for these ones), and record them in one serious, lower voice.
¡§He was a man . . .¡¨
¡§All aboard!¡¨
¡§It is a forest. . ¡¨
¡§It is NIGHT.¡¨
¡§It was a man of BONES.¡¨
¡§He was a fearful man when he saw the bag of bones a'dancin¡¨
¡§He was a man with no FEAR when he saw the bag of Bones a'dancin¡¨
¡§It was DAWN.¡¨
¡§The dawn had come.¡¨
¡§The earth had turned.¡¨
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<Scream as though damned¡Kfalling into hades>
do several takes of Screams..loud, soft, frightened, tormented, wailing, broken..feel free to do a CHORUS of this section with multiple people.
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Back to the Banjo Jones hillbilly voice. He is confused, scared, angry, mystified, amazed. Feel free to use all voices of this type throughout this section.
¡§Wheres this durn thing takin me??¡¨
¡§I can't tell which way is up or down?¡¨
¡§I must be dreaming . . . ¡§
¡§This aint like any forest I ever seen before.¡¨
¡§Vestigia . . . nulla retrorsom!¡¨
¡§I wanna find the exit hatch¡¨
¡§It's a lot like home, only different somehow . . . ¡§
¡§Lookit!¡¨
¡§Look over thar!¡¨
¡§A skeleton¡¨
¡§Maybe some RaenivAmbelic would cure your pain?¡¨
¡§It must be from outer space?!¡¨
¡§Let me outta here!¡¨
¡§Where are we?¡¨
¡§What is THAT??¡¨
¡§Hello . . .?¡¨
¡§Are yeh a man?¡¨
¡§Whats yer name?¡¨
¡§Is yeh man or varmint?¡¨
¡§Who are yeh?¡¨
¡§Do yeh like music, mister?¡¨
¡§Wouldjah like to hear a piece on my old banjo, sir?¡¨
¡§Dance the cosmic jig, yeh varmint!¡¨
¡§I cant figure out if yer a bone or a bare bone!?¡¨
¡§Sunday Morning woke up its storming, cats and dogs, pigs in a blanket¡¨ „²read in Cypress Hill voice
¡§What do yeh think of my tune there, mister skeleton?¡¨
¡§We're dancin!¡¨
¡§Common over here yeh boney bare bone man!¡¨
¡§Shake dem bones!!¡¨
¡§Hooray!¡¨ <----read in squeaky hillbilly voice
¡§Swing yer partner, round and ROUND!¡¨
¡§dance the jig im playin, fool!¡¨
¡§Now pay me close attention as we become eitiologists¡¨
¡§You remind me of my daddy, you dancin' skel-e-ton!¡¨
¡§Will this dang night ever end . . . ¡§
Here are the bnb LINKS FOR "DREAMs" WEBSITE SO FAR:
BEAR BONES & BANJO JONES
KINDER SENT THE LOGO IN ON 11/17/06, I just found it burried in Gmail!
WEBSITES:
degicank.googlepages.com/b%26amp%3Bb%3Adreams2www.degivisuals.com/degicank/MUSIC:
www.myspace.com/nicsmusicpagewww.geocities.com/rjs121576/planet22.htmldegicank.googlepages.com/jsghhttp://degicank.googlepages.com/jsgh www.esnips.com/web/Banjo-Jones-and-Bear-Boneseconocank.degicank.com/Accoustic22ElectricMg/www.archive.org/details/Paul_Mohabdin_Testwww.degivisuals.com/degicank/Bears_Dream.mp3www.degivisuals.com/degicank/thecityelevator.mp3 www.degivisuals.com/degicank/pat_panang_lands_on_planet_vorcan.mp3www.degivisuals.com/degicank/time_machine.mp3 www.geocities.com/rjs121576/patpanang.html www.mediafire.com/?2zyzmumhmmywww.mediafire.com/?8ynjqmgzwhywww.allcattlenohat.com/musico/bear_bones_01.wavwww.esnips.com/web/BearBonesandBanjoJoneswww.esnips.com/web/Banjo-Jones-and-Bear-Boneswww.degivisuals.com/bearbones/www.degivisuals.com/bearbones/Mud_Bottom_Gulch.mp3www.mediafire.com/?1yyaadwqzym VIDEO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RyIphO4Ypoowww.youtube.com/watch?v=-ZAhy6STGB0www.youtube.com/watch?v=1GoJBCuT28M video.google.com/videoplay?docid=8386041627613209560&q=degicank