Sunday, July 27, 2008

BIG DON AND THE CONDIMENTS





BIG DON AND THE CONDIMENTS
recorded at Darrin's Basement Studios May 2001-January 2002
live! with almost no overdubs!

1. COUNTRY COOKIES (music - the Condiments/lyrics - Gourley) MP3
2. SALAD BAR OF WHORES (music - the Condiments/lyrics - Stewart) MP3
3. FUCKPUPPET BUFFET (music - Bill/lyrics - Gourley) MP3
4. SUPERSIZE DAISYCUTTER (music - the Condiments/lyrics - Gourley) MP3
5. TONIGHT I'M SERVING SAUSAGE (music - Stewart/lyrics - Gourley) MP3
6. DRIVE THRU SONG (music - the Condiments/lyrics - Gourley) MP3
7. WHIPPED CREAM DELIGHTS (music - Stewart/lyrics - Gourley) MP3
8. SUPERSIZE (music - Stewart, Million/lyrics - Gourley) MP3
9. SKANK SANDWICH (music - Stewart, Million/lyrics - Stewart) MP3
10. SHE MAKES GOOD COOKIES (music - Million/lyrics - Gourley) MP3

SHE MAKES GOOD COOKIES
Her name was Betty
She lived next door
Everybody used to say
she was a whore

That's all right
she's okay
she's all right
anyway
Betty
oh Betty

She makes good cookies
I could eat them all night
She makes good cookies
my tummy feels right


SUPERSIZE
You say you want my love
and I'm the one you're dreaming of
the things I'll do to you
I can't believe

Let's get it on
Let's rock and roll
you'll see things
you never saw before
you're in for a surprise
now feast your eyes
on my supersize

show me your thighs
you won't believe your eyes

Rain and fire
I'm going to penetrate
Your caves of fire
Once you see it
you won't believe your eyes
Here's my supersize daisycutter

WHIPPED CREAM DELIGHTS
Thank you very much
for joining me for lunch
go ahead and have a seat
I'll fix you something to eat

Let me ask you this
Let me ask you this
but before can I have a kiss

Something to drink
You like it hot
Or would you like some ice
You say macaroni would be nice
Let me know when you're done
Because the best is yet to come

You say you can't eat anymore
I hope you saved room
I'm about to give you
What you came here for

I envy you for what you're about to receive
I envy you because you're in for a treat
Open up - close your eyes
for a whipped cream delight

come with me to the neverland
let me show you
I am the man


SKANK SANDWICH
It's like a salad bar of whores
in my hotel room
The eat me
while I eat a mushroom

How many tonight
three or four
hard to choose
between all the whores

whores for breakfast or a late dessert
cook 'em in their own sauce
ball 'em all till deez nuts hurt
wash off the family jewels
with a handfull of Pert


TONIGHT I'M SERVING SAUSAGE
You say you don't eat meat
but I know you'll suck it
I know you're a vegetarian
that's fine
but when you see the meat
you'll change your mind

I'm not serving salad
I'm not serving rabbit food
Here, eat a 'lude
When you're ready I'll be out with the real food

once you try it I think you'll like it
but please don't bite it


FUCKPUPPET BUFFET
Lady how could you be so uncool
Baby how could you be so damn cruel
Fuckpuppet I thought I was your man
I can't believe what you did
Damn

You don't even know what you did
You don't even seem to care
I thought that we would always be together
and it would be me and you forever

but you had to do it
but you had to be that cruel

You went to the buffet without telling me
and what you did is unforgettable
I'm leaving today
I thought we'd be together forever
I thought it would always be me and you
but not now
it's over
credits:
Mike "Big Don" Gourley on the mic - vocals, harmonica on 1
The Condiments:
Daring Nails: guitar 1-3, 5, 7, bass 6, 8-10, keyboards 7
I.P. Frehley: drums 1-4, guitar 5-6, drum machine overdub 7
Kid Chill: silence 1, guitar 4, 8-10, keyboards 7, drums 5-6, harmonica 3
Kill Bill Fuckface Durango MacDougal: bass 1-2, 5, 7, guitar 3, keyboards 7, shit-talking 4 & 6, silence 5





HERE'S WHAT WE ALL REMEMBER.........................



Ian's commentary:


BIG DON AND THE CONDIMENTS CD
aka disc one of the 6 disc Devilcake box set "I Can't Believe it's not Devilcake" in 2002.

The idea du jour was to make albums within albums for the "I Can't Believe It's Not Devilcake" 6- CD box set. The band lineup consisted of Darrin, Todd, Mike Bill, me and Gourley. We all had our own 4-track recorders at home (except Gourley) and we all wrote & recorded our own music in addition to Devilcake. I think Mike Bill loaned Gourley a 4-track and a keyboard so he could go away & make a solo album on his own, as the rest of us were doing for the upcoming box set release.

Weeks passed and everyone made progress on their own albums, except for Gourley. I knew we'd have to take a different approach. & since most of us could be considered multi instrumentalists, why not take the opportunity to mix up the line-up & have Darrin on bass, Todd on drums, Mike Bill shouting insults through a megaphone, etc.

I wanted the minimum of fuss for the sessions - the idea was to just throw a few mics into the air, keep the whole thing raw, but have a good time with it.

Unfortunately, the first session we did for Gourley's solo album was not the unmitigated ease-of-operations I was hoping for. The song was a synth pop moper that I came up with. The concept was simple, everyone plays a keyboard while I played live drums. Gourley had the lyrics already written, I think. The song came out okay, I guess. But the session really only came alive once we went back to overdub handclaps.

So the next time we got together to work on Gourley's solo album, we made sure the vibe was much looser. No one knew what to expect beyond having a good time. And even then it was going to be a gamble.

Raw punk rock was the order of the day. So I stayed on drums and to make us sound like a teenage punk rock band, I gave Todd and Darrin the tricky bits to play on guitar. Hah. Todd can play guitar, no problem, but this shit was kind of tricky to play anyway. Same with Darrin, he could make the riffs happen but it wasn't easy. Mike Bill playing bass for possibly the first time ever. So in all it sounded like a slightly shambolic punk rock band. Fuck yeah!

I revived a few beasts from my Uncultured/Domestik Quarrel!?!/XYCHQ days & taught them to the other guys as best I could. I wrote new lyrics, so "Skank Bitch" (whose lyrics were about an annoying girl at school) became "Skank Sandwich" (about doubling up with some whores in a hotel room).

But that's only half of the story of this ridiculous album! We jammed out a few acoustic ballads, a blues and even a country track. Gourley wrote lyrics on the spot and came up with some of his best shit ever!

DC was never this spontaneous before or after Gourley's solo album!





I should just explain that the name 'big don' comes from the pizza place Donato's, it's their large submarine sandwich. And Mike Gourley's alias is Don, which is how many people know him, all of his coworkers from the Virgin Megastore call him Don. So, there ya go. Big Don. 'and the condiments' might've been a nod to a band we played many gigs with, Tom Foolery & the Mistakes. Or not, I don't remember.

The majority of the recording for this album took place on one day in January 2002 at Darrin's house. We set up a bunch of amps & mics & everyone took turns on every instrument. Ideas were pursued & abandoned very quickly if they sucked or if they just weren't going to work. I remember trying to teach everyone the riffs from my old Uncultured song "Silent War" but it was too much, so we tried something else.

The vibe was extremely loose & we all busted out laughing at the end of every single song. The entire thing was just too damn funny. There was magic in the room that day & I'm not sure if the mics captured it all, but the CD does still crack us all up.


I See Stew, aka I.P. Freely

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Todd, aka Kid Chill:

Ah..memory, clearly my drug of choice. I honestly don't remember this being in 2 different sessions (or 12 or whatever it was). I DO remember the syth-pop-moper-shoulda been a Cars song. And I still really like it. Actually I still dig all of the songs on the album. Each one was a capsule of something so completely different from anything Devilcake had done up to that point.

You went to a buffet without telling me....
Fuckpuppet Buffet is the jam.

I wish I could come up with some amusing anectdotes about these sessions. All that really sticks out to me is

* My cave-man drumming on the drive-thru song (seriously, I can't believe you guys let me on drums)
* The synth track...I loved it!
* Not feeling skilled enough for the guitar part (I didn't feel as comfortable then with just picking shit up..although I guess it came out ok in hindsight)


Not much to go on, but i guess it says something that I still laugh everytime I listen to the CD.

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Michael Bill, aka Kill Bill Fuckface Durango MacDougal



I remember it as one day, but I could be wrong. Here is some nostalgia in bullet form:



* At one point we needed a ballad, so I sat down with the acoustic and came up with the changes for the "fuckpuppet I" song. I remember saying the guitar sounded like "Queensryche's Silent Lucidity meets Total Stupidity."
* The megaphone was indeed my best friend that day. The drive thru song made me piss my pants, even though the recording didn't really come out the best. I'm so stupid, I'm like a retard playing with a pen.
* I remember we we're all trying to come up with some riffs, ideas, chord changes etc... And Gourley kept pacing with a notebook in super-secret form writing down lyrics. At one point he was sitting against the far wall in Darrin's basement and out of nowhere asked "Hey, what's that thing the military shoots into caves to clear them out?" or some shit like that. I mean, huh?
* Gourley was definitely on his game that day or days or whatever. I wasn't aware of anything he had written (I'm not sure if anyone knew) and because we were recording live, unrehearsed (at least the vocals weren't too rehearsed) just about everything that came out of his mouth had me laughing. The best however was the "Dammmmmnnnnnn!!!!"
* That was the first time I really had to play bass and I remember at the time feeling like what my dad always described as "a monkey fucking a football."



All in all, it was a great experience and the album came out better than I thought it would. In many ways, Gourley's solo album was the highlight of that box set. Not only listenening to it now, but the whole process.

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Darrin, aka Daring Nails:

Here's what I remember about the Gourley sessions:

* For the synth pop thing, I think the original concept was to do an entire new wave / disco thing. We were thinking we could crank off 8 songs in like 4 hours. It took forever to get all the synths set up. I believe that Gourley showed up and said 'um, yeah, I have to leave at 1pm' and it was already 11am. So we only got the one song.

* The clapping session for the synth song was amusing since there were 4 musicians there and we couldn't even keep and even beat.

* I think I came up with the doo-dee-doo-doo doo-dee-doo-doo-dah thing in the synth song. I think I was told to 'come up with something' so, um, that was it.

* Once it was clear that we were only getting one synth song, we called it a day. The process of setting up all the synths and the fact that no one in the group really felt comfortable on keys made us globally decide that maybe an album of varied music types was more in order.

* For the 'punk' session, we recorded the remaining 9 or 10 songs or whatever it was.

* The first part of the session was the 'punk part'. Todd and I were on guitar, both plugged into the same piece of shit amp. We were slightly out of tune and when I asked if we should get more in tune the answer was 'no... it'll make it sound more punk.'

* Everyone was having trouble keeping time with the 'makes good cookies' tune. None of them was particularly good, so I think we may have kept them all since it was a 45 second song. I don't exactly recall where the idea to do a Pink Floyd ending came from. I have the entire session for that song, however you can't really hear the background conversations, but the decision was made quickly.

* Remember my forearms cramping up big time after playing bar chords for the 1/2 hour or however long we spent recording the punk parts.

* For the Pink Floyd break down of She Makes Good Cookies, at some point in my infinite wisdom I started going into I Want A Big Mac (around the 10:10 mark) which met with a 'um... no' look from Ian. You can literally hear the moment when I looked at Ian and I immediately change what I'm playing. Ha!

* The Country Cookies song was based on a chord progression I had written as part of my 'homework' for the solo album. I figured that everyone would think it sucked, but everyone rolled with it since the whole point was to have a bunch of different styles.

* In the box set, it lists me as playing guitar on Fuckpuppet Buffet and I think on Tonight I'm Serving Sausage (MCB was on the bullhorn yet again). I think I played bass on those. Some of my favorite bass work I've ever done. I played bass on #4 as well.

* I remember 'coming up' with the drive thru song. I think we were about the hang it up or we were in a slight lull or something, but I felt like playing, so I started playing the bass riff. Then Todd joined in. And the rest is history. Even if you can't hear the 'intercom' stuff MCB was doing, it's still a damn funny song. The whole vibe of it is awesome. I believe the tape ran out which is why we had to do the echo'd ending. My favorite part of the entire album is when Gourley says "Let me speak to a manager. I don't like your tone."

* Unrelated to the Gourley album, but something that was not common knowledge: The 'kermit and piano songs' at the end of my solo album were supposed to be known as the 'Barry Manilow Demo Songs'. I was going to have this letter from Devilcake asking Barry if he would consider singing a few of the songs we had written. There would have also been another letter on Barry Manilow letterhead with a reply of one word: No.


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a few more icystew recollections:

COUNTRY COOKIES
I think Darrin played guitar on this. The lyrics for "She Makes Good Cookies" date back to the late 80s & were recycled in a couple of Gourley's bands, as were (if I recall correctly) "I Want a Big Mac" and "Hands Off My Oreos". Gourley's awesome band the Virgin Dingleberry Dispensers might've played this song, along with his other lost classic, "Stung By a Bee." That's right, while my band the Uncultured was singing about politics & religion, Gourley's band had "Constipated".

SALAD BAR OF WHORES
It's like a salad bar of whores in my hotel room. My lyric. I don't remember who else did what.

FUCKPUPPET BUFFET
Clearly the greatest moment ever achieved by Devilcake in any format or context.

SUPERSIZE DAISYCUTTER
TONIGHT I'M SERVING SAUSAGE
Those are my failed attempt at big-boy Berklee chords (swing and a miss) being put to no use whatsoever. I wrote the main riff in the year 1802, thinking it sounded like a cross between Dokken and the Cure. Which it does. Todd's drumming rocks, it's like Stewart Copeland inverted... over a flaming gong. Is that Darrin on bass? How's that for a Second Floor rhythm section. Shit yeah.



DRIVE THRU SONG
Best song ever.

WHIPPED CREAM DELIGHTS
Best all keyboard song by us ever.

SUPERSIZE

SKANK SANDWICH
This is the old Domestik Quarrel!!? music from "Cod, Not God" but with new lyrics, which were so good we used them twice.

SHE MAKES GOOD COOKIES
The riff was from a long-forgotten song by my band XYCHQ in late 1988 or early 1989. Michael Million has no recollection of writing this, which makes it even better. When XYCHQ played this riff it was called "Destruction of the Earth Party". Mis-handled by the Condiments, it takes on a life of its own. We tried so many times to nail it that I just kept all the takes for the CD, including the 'pink floyd freakout' one at the end. What the hell, why not.













Friday, May 16, 2008

HELLC1TYTATTOOFEST 2008-05-16


DEVILCAKE
COLUMBUS CONVENTION CENTER
Mike Gourley
Michael Bill
Steve Osmun
Ian Stewart

This day was literally the exact scenario of the big Devilcake gig-that-kinda-wasn't at Polaris back in 2002 or 2003 or whatever year that was, when we should've opened for Poison/Cinderella/Winger/Faster Pussycat, but were rained out after 20 minutes. Same shit today, only substitute tattooed outcasts for beery mullet-heads.

I debated wearing my cape today, decided against it, tried it on, decided to wear it, wore it as far as MCB's car & realized it was stupid. So it stayed in the car, which is what we all probably should've done!

We got down to the convention center pretty quickly & hung out & waited for the Gourleys & the Osumuns for a while. Eventually they appeared & we made our way upstairs to where the action was. Such as it was.

Unfortunately the event was not held in Battelle Hall, where, as I never tired of telling everyone today, I saw a shitload of arena metal shows in the 80s. Like Cheap Trick/Krokus/Saxon, like Ozzy/Metallica, like KISS three times. Aren't you glad you asked.

But we did get to cut through the Battelle Hall to get to the service elevator so we could bring our shit up on one of those huge industrial flatbed dolly things. Um. It's sad, the end of the old arena where they used to set up the stage is now partitioned in by temporary looking walls. I really wanted to play a song in there just so we could say we played fuckin' Battelle Hall. The old Ohio Center!

So the dolly thing, yeah, we had to wheel that sumbitch allllllllllll the way down two levels of parking garage to get my drums from Gourley's truck thing. It's nice of him to always drive my drums to gigs. So yeah, we loaded all the shit onto the LOUD dolly thing & lumbered alllllllllllllllllllllll the way back up the two levels. It was tiring & hot & I was sweating like a f8cktard before we even played a damn note. Not cool. Literally!

We set up quickly, amid the stares & glares of the assembled freaks. We were, that's right, the freak show at the freak show. Myself & the two Gourleys were probably the only mofos in the house with no tattoos.

The main hall is packed with tattoo artists & booths, I mean if you really wanted 'some ink', you could fully get it done right now, I'm sure. And there's already a few hundred peeps on site, which is pretty good for a Friday afternoon in cowtown, I think.

My fucking drums never fail to fail whenever possible. Usually their shortcomings are at the front of my brain & I'm always aware of which nut needs to be tightened when etc. But the fuckers were playing dirty, they'd wait until the middle of a song to take a shit, but I'm getting ahead of myself. Cheap ass pieces-o-shiiiiite!

They had big video screens beside the stage, with us being projected onto them while we played. Luckily Steve was blocking my view most of the time, it's very disconcerting to see yourself playing on a video screen slightly out of sync with everything else. You know how there's always that .5 second lag with video screens.

What else. We didn't do a soundcheck, the only PA was for vocals so we rocked it Bernie's/Madlab/Midgard style. Meaning none of us could hear shit. Steve & MCB stood the entire time but Gourley sat on a stool. Which was odd.

My drums & I were in different time zones too. It would've helped if I could've played a beat before we started the set. I did my usual air drumming mime drum thing & it was.....nearly adequate. But not quite!

The MC started to announce us & there was a loud gulping sound from Steve's amp. Which was the sound of his tuner pedal giving up the ghost. The battery just went SQUEENDGE v loudly, then....................nothing.

So, the MC is going "okay, here's Devilcake" & Gourley is going "what's up Columbus, we are Devilcake from Columbus Ohio" etc and Steve's guitar seems to be melting down. Fortunately it's as simple as plugging the guitar directly into the amp & we are in biz. Such as it is.

Gourley greets the crowd some more to no avail. Then we start "Cereal & Beer" and the wheels slowly start to come off of the entire set! Hah. From the word go we are in the shit.

I stumbled a few times, quite noticeably, on the drums. In retrospect it was a kind of fresh madness to open with a song I've only drummed on um twice now. I used to struggle with "Wienermobile" on drums for the same reason, it's a pretty uptempo thing & there's lot of little moments of potential greatness available to the drummer. "Wiener" used to destroy me, I have no idea why, & I'm not sure what happened but eventually I made my peace & it's no problem. But "cereal" & I are barely acquainted............. well, anyway, we made a 'pig's ear' of it but at least it was over quickly? & at least everyone else remembered their parts!

we got to the end of the song & no one clapped, not even Rachel, Bethany (gourley's wife) or the dude they brought with them. OOF! it was the sound of no hands clapping, not even in pity!

3 minutes into the set & we were already stankin' up the joint! hbmmbnhghghgh. It sucks because we KNOW that 'cereal & beer' rules, we KNOW it is a wise thing to open the set with it. So what the hell went wrong!!??

Actually the entire set, we never had a chance with the audience. We're the only band for the entire day & it's a mystery why they even bothered having live music. I don't think anyone would've done well on that stage. I could be wrong.

"Guacamole Damn It" seemed at first to be a shot for early redemption, uptempo & old school as it is. But no. It wasn't bad but it did not kick ass.

"Chicken Nuggets of Sin" is where I finally got my head out of my ass long enough to beat the living f8ck out of the drums. Which is the only reason that song exists in the first place, to detonate & destroy my drums! The p1ssersh1tter/paradox is that once my drums were all aligned properly, I just hit them harder & sped their demise even more. The main cymbal stand, literally, started off at about um like 4-5' high. Ended the song at like 3'. It slowly crept down the entire time. The toms were okay, at least. Hah.

"Caramel Knowledge" might've actually been the best we've ever played it, sorry Steve. I've always struggled (for no reason) with the ending, but I finally got a grip on it today. After um two years. I suck. Steve's only song. Come on.

"Sauerkraut" surprisingly went over um not as bad for some reason? I say surprisingly because we though we'd stick to the uptempo end of the pool & not go for the turgid death drones as much. But yeah, maybe I imagined it but it seemed like we locked into that dark dark groove on that one.

"Wienermobile" was okay except for the cymbals all moving around for the entire song. The hi hat clutch seized up at one point. So it was just loose & flappy there & totally closed. But I recovered in time to beat the living shit out of "Soft Batch Mama." I started it alone with my fake "I Love It Loud" beat & threw in my fake Lars fill at the end. & everyone knows by now that I have a visceral love for that song that goes beyond explanation. I'm not, like, proud of the songwriting or the riffs or anything, it's not the greatest thing I've ever done (or is it) but the riff, the lyric, it just touches something deep within me & I can't help but react to it whenever we play it. So, whee. That was fun.

Wait, getting ahead of myself here, the song after "Wienermobile" was "Sacrificial Leg of Lamb," a much easier Darrin song for me to drum to. Gourley nailed all the vocals & Steve is doing this (appropriately) fruity little chord thing at the beginning since the sustained riff, (the whole point of the song) is mooted by the acoustic guitar. It sounds cool though. But I beat the living shit out of the cymbals & stumbled at the end but oh well. It wasn't horrible but it's better when Darrin plays this stuff & I'm able to loom over him, playing bass & trying not to fall on my ass.

"Hands Off My Oreos" was over in a flash & went kinda sorta okay. I feel like that riff at the beginning is just so rad that by the time we build up into the song part, the acoustics really don't do it any justice. & it's not funny that way. Oh well. "Hands Off" is mr million's devilcake legacy right now.

"Marshmallow" went ehhhhhhhhhhhh not badly. It has certainly sounded worse. But no one cared by this point, possibly not even us. No one was clapping between songs, which makes things very strange. Plus there was a camera dude literally in front of the stage, capturing our every gesture, which ... I mean, I'm self conscious enough without thinking about the camera angle of my farmer's blows or whatever.

"Salad Bar Man" ehhhhhhhhhh. Then we got 3/4 way through "I Can't Believe It's Not Satan" before my bass drum pedal came apart in 3 pieces! I finished the songs on all toms & it was just retarded. By then, the crowd was more apathetic than ever. I tried to sort out the pedal with MCB's assistance to no avail.

And then I took the 3 pieces to Steve, meanwhile the MC was on the side of the stage asking if we were finished. We had like 4-5 more songs on the list but we all kinda went "eh, we can be finished now, fuck it". And as soon as the MC said "okay, ladies & gentlemen, Devilcake" Steve reassembled the bass drum pedal, better than ever! Typical!

Ah well. So we broke our shit down, then read this story backwards for what happened next. ie we rolled all the gear back down the service elevator after walking through the Battelle Hall. And um yeah.

Shockingly we did sell a CD. $5 cash money. Not shockingly, Gourley had to pay to get back into the parking garage, which came to $5.

THE END. It's 6pm and it feels like 3am to me. I GOT BLISTAS ON ME FINGAS!!

& I'm all like philosophical about music & playing & all that bullshit, as ya get after a gig. And especially after a gig-gone-unamazingly.

There might be professionally filmed footage of our set, but I actually hope there isn't. We already apologized to everyone once!

WE PLAYED
CEREAL AND BEER
GUACAMOLE DAMN IT
CHICKEN NUGGETS OF SIN
CARAMEL KNOWLEDGE
SAUERKRAUT
WIENERMOBILE
SACRIFICIAL LEG OF LAMB
SOFT BATCH MAMA
HANDS OFF MY OREOS
MARSHMALLOW
SALAD BAR MAN
I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S NOT SATAN

thanks to Durb and everyone else behind the scenes, everyone was extremely nice, very accomodating, very professional. It was a cool event & we're grateful to even be asked to play.