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Words and Music © 1994 by John Tabacco
Recorded at Sonic Underground Studios, Stony Brook, NY

Guitarist Anthony Pomes from the group Mostly Moptop shows us how to re-create the slide guitar solo found on the Beatles' song "For You Blue".

In the afternoon I make one vegetable drink to keep me going through the day. This is how I do it.

For those of you who hate songs over 8 minutes, here's a severe edit of Don McLean's "American Pie".

A little walk through my house in 2013 with music by Tabacco, Dexter and DiMauro from the CD Gateways.
https://johntabacco.bandcamp.com/album/tabacco-dexter-dimauro-gateways

Dream Vacation © 1995 by Dexter, Tabacco and DiMauro
Published by It Iz What It Iz Music (SESAC) / Anti-sinister Music

Fragments from a man's mind as he is losing oxygen with a plastic bag over his head chasing and whipping his own absurdity.

Scraps © 1992 by John Tabacco - Published by It Iz What It Iz Music (SESAC)

This is the theme song Susan DeVita and I wrote for our radio program (CLAM RADIO). We air live at WUSB studios at the State University of Stony Brook, NY. Listen to us on alternate Thursdays from 9:30am - 11:00am as we spin all types of things that shake up the air waves and on occasion hold interviews with all sorts of talented folk. To listen online go to www.wusb.fm On terrestrial radio check us out at 90.1FM. Can ya dig it? Friend us on facebook if you dare : https://www.facebook.com/pages/CLAM-R...

Official website : http://johntabacco1.wix.com/clam-radio This music is available here for download https://johntabacco.bandcamp.com/trac...
Words, music and performance © 2008 by John Tabacco and Susan DeVita
Published by It Iz What It Iz Music (SESAC) / Mr. Chichooli Music (SESAC)

From the CD It Wuz & Still Iz Late Octobra.
Words and Music © 2003 by John Tabacco
Published by It Iz What It Iz Music (SESAC)
Available for download at : https://johntabacco.bandcamp.com/trac...

STOP THE WAR (GOTTA GIVE IT UP)

Stop the war
Stop the war right now
Stop the war (gotta give it up)
Stop the war - Stop the war right now
Stop the war (gotta give it up)

Human figures shrouded in a cloud of smoke and fire
I can barely make them out but I can hear them cry
My good conscience tells me that these actions aren’t right
As I watch in disbelief with a bowl of popcorn by my side

Stop the war
Stop the war right now
Stop the war (gotta give it up)
Stop the war - Stop the war right now
Stop the war (gotta give it up)

A land of history straight through the ages
where the cradle of civilization may have bloomed
Is now a pile of dust shattered by a wave of base intentions
As I ponder this so safe inside my room

Stop the war
Stop the war right now
Stop the war (gotta give it up)
Stop the war - Stop the war right now
Stop the war (gotta give it up)

This military jones
This greed for wealth and power is a dead end street
And there’s no turning back
Like many organized religions, this need to have control
Is a sure fire way to keep a war intact and
Cloud all the facts...

Stop the war
Stop the war right now
Stop the war (gotta give it up) etc...

credits
From the CD: It Wuz & Still Iz Late Octobra
JT : Vocals, Programming, Guitar
https://johntabacco.bandcamp.com/track/stop-the-war-gotta-give-it-up

This eleven minute work entitled "Reasonable House Mates" is composed for bassoon, piano, vibes, clarinet and flute. Each instrument is a representation (in my mind) of the five musical house mates I share my living space with. Though each member of the house hold is distinctly different, the group still manages to pull together when disaster strikes i.e. landlord threats, utility bills due, personal social problems etc. The work is loosely made up of six sections. They are: l - (0:00) Reasonable introduction of the five instruments spewing forth the basic theme. ll - (3:44) Bassoon has the floor. lll - (4:56) Cat Spying Hocket. lV - (6:26)) New Age contemplations and let downs, V - (8:30) Back to work realizations (re-cap of basic theme). Vl - (9:12) Emotional crisis, frantic theme variations and superficial happy ending.

Music © 1996 by John Tabacco
Published by It Iz What It Iz Music (SESAC)
Composed January 1996 and painstakingly programmed using Studio Vision 1.4 and Sample Cell. Quantizing was not employed.
JT : Painstaking programming
Recorded at Sonic Underground Studios, Stony Brook, NY
Recording medium : Pro Tools™ Mixing console : TAC Scorpion

Here I am testing out the Canon Elf camera with a live version of a song about an asteroid strike. The original recording of which can be found on my CD "Tell Me Why Then!".

Back in 1997 my friend Bob and I were concerned about the possibility of an asteroid or some huge object hitting the planet. Most of the people around us just laughed at our so called doomsday scenario, especially when we suggested the government should try to put some money towards building some type of device that might save us from this kind of disaster. At the very least have an early warning system to catch these rogue objects. 22 years later we are still in the infant stages to thwart these sneaky objects but at least more people are taking this earthly threat seriously.

Words amd Music © 1997 by John Tabacco
Published by It Iz What It Iz Music (SESAC)

Sometimes it's the simple things in life...
Waltzing Through The Pinwheel Field Music
Music © 1994 by John Tabacco Re-master 2012

A somewhat hopeful song from the Tabacco CD "Patience, my boy". Also available on the collection "Suburban Hermit" https://johntabacco.bandcamp.com/trac...

Music and Lyrics © by John Tabacco and Susan DeVita
Published by It Iz What It Iz Music (SESAC) - Mr. Chichooli Music (SESAC)
Recorded at Suburban Hermit Studios 2, Stony Brook, NY
JT : Lead vocal, acoustic guitar, programming, recording
Susan DeVita : Vocals
Steve Briody : Electric guitars

I always enjoyed this melody. You can put it into different harmonic settings and still retain the essence of the tune. While testing out a new sequencer program I came up with this arrangement. Simultaneously, the TV in the background was broadcasting something about a fairly large asteroid approaching Earth but missing us by a million miles. The potential for disaster is always a second away. Kind of puts things into perspective. Fortunately, music making is a perfect distraction from such possibilities.
This audio for this arrangement can be found here: https://johntabacco.bandcamp.com/album/silent-night-not-for-long

There is a reason why Paul McCartney is the most successful composer in pop music. He knows how to write a great hook. Don't take my word for it. Listen up.

Phil Austin passed away on June 19th. He along with his three brothers formed the Firesign Theatre. They transformed audio comedy into art. Here are a few characters and or voices Phil created in the Firesign Theatre canon. Brilliant stuff and funny.

Two moments of time, related only by my presence in both of them. Who cares? The music is an excerpt from a piece called "Suspended Memories" by Tabacco, Dexter and DiMauro. It can be found on the CD "Gateways" © 1995.

The instrumental "Cry A Jag / Pilloweese" is set to various photographs I've taken over the years using a Canon Powershot SD 1000 camera. The music can be down loaded here : https://johntabacco.bandcamp.com/trac...
Music © 2009 by John Tabacco
Published by It Iz What It Iz Music (SESAC)

This live drum piece is made up of two guitar ideas I had lying around for years. The drums were done off the top of my head with a basic concept of form pre-determined. From there I used my typical fill in the pieces kind of approach. Cry A Jag seems to be based on an idea that is a cross between Paul McCartney’s Blackbird guitar part and the bouncy tag that can be found on Steely Dan’s song Turn That Heartbeat Over Again. The second half, Pilloweese is based on a melody and guitar chord sequence I came up with in the early 90’s. Most probably around the time I came up with the guitar part for the Brian Rivera song, Hey Hey Paula. It’s a cross between Frank Zappa’s acoustic rarity Sleep Dirt and some Brian Wilson chords as well. Around 2006 I sang the idea into my laptop and sent it over for Susan DeVita to finish. Although she did play around with the idea, we never pursued it. Instead we focused on more commercial ideas like "Nobody Says Sweetheart Anymore".

JT : Drums, Guitar, Keyboards

I commissioned the brilliant composer Anita Brown to write a big band arrangement of my song "Space In My Heart" found here in it's original version :
https://johntabacco.bandcamp.com/track/space-in-my-heart

This was the first and so far the only full performance I've been able to get with a big band. Warts and all, you can still hear what a beautiful arrangement Ms. Brown came up with.
Many thanks to Tom Manuel and all the fine musicians from the Jazz Loft in Stony Brook, NY, for allowing me the opportunity to hear this work. More to come. - JT

Music © 1991 by John Tabacco
Published by It Iz What It Iz Music (SESAC)
This arrangement © 2014 by Anita Brown

Singing Lobsters in a fish tank with their claws tied up yearning...
Very silly.

A song off my CD: Suburban Hermit. Just another observation from someone who knows nothing. The minimalist production made it hard to sing to but I enjoyed the challenge. Words and Music © 2011 by John Tabacco
Published by It Iz What It Iz Music (SESAC)

HANGING BY A THREAD

We’re all hanging by a thread but still we weave our lives together
Though some day we will be dead some believe there’s something better
So we go on and play our games
So we fill the closet with campaigns of pointless dogma and refrains
that laugh at us each time the closet opens
But we can take a pill for that

We’re all hanging by a thread but still we weave our lives together
Though some day we will be dead some believe there’s something better
So we go on and make our plans in the scheme of things and then
we tend to worry about the future till it’s over
And all that wasted time was spent for something you could not prevent
But pretty soon they will invent a pill for that

Doesn’t really matter when you take a vow to live your life and see it through
The nature of the universe is moving onward within and without you
This I’m told is truth

We’re all hanging by a thread but still we weave our lives together
Though some day we will be dead some believe there’s something better
So we go on and entertain
Paint the closet
Hide the stain
Just ignore the pain
Keep the closet bolted

That’s why we have a pill for that!

An instrumental I wrote and performed in and around July of 2001. Who knew in a few months the world would change? If we could reverse time, could we set things straight for the future? Or is destiny completely determined down to the latest moment and there's no changing it? It's a question I wrestle with often. Usually as I eat something with dairy in it.

In the meantime, a glass slipped out of my hand the other morning shattering into a thousand pieces. It then occurred to me there's no way to my knowledge, that glass is ever going to come back together. Such is the way of entropy. How is it then if the "Big Bang" happened that life as we know it has coalesced together? Shouldn't we be endlessly flying apart , out of control - scattered? Just saying’.

Music © 2001 by John Tabacco
Published by It Iz What It Iz Music (SESAC)
Title: Dee - Ayy-Eee-Ayy-See-Sharp-Dee
From the CD: Sans Lyrics Vol. 2

Words and Music © 2014 by John Tabacco
Published by It Iz What It Iz Music (SESAC)

The hook of this song was derived from an idea I came up with
back in 1993. The lyrics were : "Nobody, nobody knows about a tiny little place in Georgia"... (repeat ad infinitum) The basic melody was sung over a D9 chord and that was reminiscent of the song "Saturday Night Is Creepin' Along". Not too thrilled about that. Somehow, I wanted it to be part of the song "Soldier Town" but that never materialized. In any event, I sang it periodically to Gian DiMauro while we were coming up with songs for the Gearhead Freaks debut CD. Again, the idea went nowhere but the melody shows up in the outro of the song "Ya Gotta Re-Type It". That's Gian playing the repeated line on trumpet on top of the tritone harmony.

Ten years later I came up with a verse and pre-chorus and somehow joined it with the N.N.K melody. The lyrics were then changed after I started thinking about the future of our earthly environment. That whole mess in Fukushima, Japan really upset me as it did Bob Ball who always made it a point to stress the severity of the situation whenever I interviewed him on Clam radio. Selfish governments of the world never took enough initiative to stop the radioactivity from leaking into the Pacific ocean. One more reason our planet is becoming unfit for life. What will happen in the next decade? Nobody, nobody knows but fate.

NOBODY, NOBODY KNOWS


Rivers - taxi cabs for flowing life forms and emulsions
Rivers - taxi cabs for flowing garbage to the oceans
The seagull and all it’s mates
They come to gather by the dumpster crates
If a pizza box shows up - great,
They’ll have more plastic cheese to munch on
But is this something they should count on?

Well, Nobody, nobody knows
What the future has in store tomorrow
Nobody nobody knows
Would you care to speculate?
Nobody nobody knows but fate

Sunshine – reveals the floating pesticidal pollen
I’ve been coughin’
Sunshine - reveals the radiated skin cells on a dolphin
While a satellite watches you
We’re nothing more than human cellular phones

The mystery of what we do no longer hidden like a dog bone
Could be your name is on the next drone

Well, Nobody, nobody knows
what the future has in store tomorrow
Nobody, nobody knows would you care to flip a dime?
Nobody, nobody knows what the future has in store tomorrow
Nobody, nobody knows not I

Suspended belief - like the child hood stories of yesterday
No kind of relief sittin shiva when love ones pass away
The man behind the curtain was gone
The day his guessing games were sold to gypsy queens

(The gypsy queens…. Look into my crystal ball – you fools!)

Wave goodbye to the honey bee
Welcome the Fukushima folly parade
A world of absurdities to feed creations endless wedding
I wonder where the whole thing’s heading…

Well, Nobody, nobody knows
What the future has in store tomorrow
Nobody, nobody knows would you care to speculate?

Well, Nobody, nobody knows what the future has in store tomorrow
Nobody, nobody knows but fate

FATE!

Credits
JT : Lead vocal. Acoustic guitar, Programming
Patricia Amendolia : Back up vocals
Barry Hartglass : Bass
Vinnie Zummo : Guitars

Recorded and Mixed at Suburban Hermit Studios 2, Stony Brook, NY

Roaming around Avalon Park and Preserve in Stony Brook, NY to the tune of "Zip Squat Beep". Shot in one take with my Elf - Canon camera. Not the greatest camera work but the tune is hummable enough.

Words © 2000 by John Tabacco
Music © 1994 by John Tabacco and Nick DiMauro
Published by It Iz What It Iz Music (SESAC)

ZIP, SQUAT BEEP

Old man river
Old man river supreme
Old man shiver
I think you know what I mean
Get the blankets and crayons

Zip Squat Beep
Don’t make a discussion
Just get on the bus and take a seat
Zip Squat Beep
I’ll bring the itunes™
And later we’ll snag something to eat
Hold that thought for a minute
Hold that thought for a minute or two

Old girl Lucy
Old girl Lucy with fleas
Old girl Lucy (she’s 99 - she old)
I think you know what I mean
Take a collar and spray on

Zip Squat Beep
Don’t make a discussion
Just get on the bus and take a seat
Zip Squat Beep
I’ll bring the itunes™
And later we’ll snag something to eat

Old man river and Lucy
Old man river so sweet
Old man river and Lucy
Lucy find us some place quiet to sleep

Zip Squat Beep
Don’t make a discussion
Just get on the bus and take a seat
Zip Squat Beep
I’ll bring the itunes™
And later we’ll snag something to eat
Hold that thought for a minute
Hold that thought for a minute or two
Hold that thought for a minute
Hold that thought for a minute or two

Sun Zoom Spark ....
It goes any which way...
Don’t let it get away
Zip Squat Beep - ha ha ha....

John Tabacco : Vocal, Organ
Nick DiMauro: Programming
Jim Dexter: Slide Guitar

Rongorongo is a written language found on Easter Island. What does it mean? No one knows - yet. Could be about ancient flying Scooter Pies! Just sayin'...

Words and Music © 2011 by John Tabacco and Susan DeVita
Published by It Iz What It Iz Music / Mr. Chichooli Music (SESAC)
From the CD : "Kama Sutra Rodeo" by Susan DeVita
Susan DeVita ; Lead vocal, harmonies
John Tabacco : Programming, Acoustic guitar, Harmonies
Peter Kearns : Keyboard solo, Harmonies
Recorded and mixed at Suburban Hermit Studios 2, Stony Brook, NY

RONGORONGO

When I close my eyes I see Scooter Pies™
When I close my eyes I see Scooter Pies™

Rongorongo
What can it be?
BIG FACE from outer space and you gaze across the sea
Rongorongo
What can I do?
I come tonight and share a bite of my Scooter Pie™ with you

When I close my eyes I see dragonflies
When I close my eyes I see dragonflies

Rongorongo
What can it be?
BIG FACE from outer space and you gaze across the sea
Rongorongo
What can I do?
I come tonight and take a flight on a dragonfly with you

When I close my eyes I see paradise
When I close my eyes I see paradise

Rongorongo
What can it be?
BIG FACE from outer space and you gaze across the sea
Rongorongo
What can I do?
I come tonight and climb the light to paradise with you

Took a glance - Glanced outside
Shook my head - Blinked my eyes
What I saw I can’t deny
Floating high – a Scooter Pie™
(A Scooter Pie..)

When I close my eyes I see Scooter Pies™
Yeah, when I close my eyes I see Scooter Pies™

BIG FACE!
BIG FACE!
Rongorongo

A rather positive song written in and around a 4th of July back in 1990. Revised, refined and recorded in 2011. Now available here : http://johntabacco.bandcamp.com/track...

Words and Music © 2012 by John Tabacco
Published by It Iz What It Iz Music (SESAC)

TODAY'S A HOLIDAY

Today’s a holiday and rightly so
There’s something smellin’ good cookin’ in the stove
Gather around and sing “pan' ally" songs
They’ll be no arguments all day long

The weather gal says cloudy skies
Though I think she might be a bit blind
‘Cause the laughter in this room
Makes a beautiful vibe and I’m glad I’m alive

Well I don’t wanna hear about complaining
Save the rest of the year to do that
This moment is our piece of heaven on Earth
It’s time to cool out
It’s time to get fat

Yeah I don’t wanna hear about complaining
Save the rest of the year to do that
This moment is our piece of heaven on Earth
It’s time to chill out
It’s time to get fat
It’s time to forget the debt that you’re at

Light the sparklers on the deck
I know the backyard is an ugly wreck
But for now just let us focus in
On the fun that we share with our next of kin

The weatherman says rainy skies
Though I think he might be a bit blind
‘Cause the jokes are all on him
It’s a beautiful day so I just wanna say

I don’t wanna hear about complaining
Save the rest of the year to do that
This moment is our piece of heaven on Earth
It’s time to chill out - It’s time to get fat

Yeah, I don’t wanna hear about complaining
Save the rest of the year to do that
This moment is our piece of heaven on Earth
It’s time to chill out - It’s time to throw rocks
It’s time to ignore those bills in your box

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Videos from some of John Tabacco's compositions.

Tabacco has released many CDs. All of which are interconnected and free wheeling. They can be found here:

www.johntabacco.bandcamp.com