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Disclaimer: My wife and son gave me a quiet house for a few hours, and I'm working madly at acoustic guitar and vocal tracks. I'm really working on new things...
This, on the other hand, is the first song I ever wrote that was worth a damn. I still remember being in my parents' kitchen, calling my friend and guitar mentor Joe, saying, "Hey, after all the times I've tried, I've finally got some chords that sound good together!" Silence on the line, then Joe said, "Let me guess. It's C-Am-F-G." Silence on my end. "A minor?!? You mean I could put an A minor in it?!?"
For this recording, we set the Way-Back Machine for about 1978, and an early version of Wheatstone Bridge. After having failed to ignite the world as an electric quintet , Wheatstone Bridge is fractured. Phyllis and I got together with a young woman named Julia Wilkins, who had a really nice lilting soprano, and tried some to do some demo tapes at a place called Le Studio on Boylston Street in Boston. Behind the Dunkin' Donuts, I remember that. I haven't been able to find any of those tapes, but this is us working up the song in rehearsal, at my old apartment on Symphony Road.
This is about the oldest and roughest tape I think I'll put up on MacJams, but all these years later I still enjoy Julia's singing, and the way she and Phyllis harmonize on the last verse.
And for such a simple song (C, F, and G, over and over), I still rather like it...
This, on the other hand, is the first song I ever wrote that was worth a damn. I still remember being in my parents' kitchen, calling my friend and guitar mentor Joe, saying, "Hey, after all the times I've tried, I've finally got some chords that sound good together!" Silence on the line, then Joe said, "Let me guess. It's C-Am-F-G." Silence on my end. "A minor?!? You mean I could put an A minor in it?!?"
For this recording, we set the Way-Back Machine for about 1978, and an early version of Wheatstone Bridge. After having failed to ignite the world as an electric quintet , Wheatstone Bridge is fractured. Phyllis and I got together with a young woman named Julia Wilkins, who had a really nice lilting soprano, and tried some to do some demo tapes at a place called Le Studio on Boylston Street in Boston. Behind the Dunkin' Donuts, I remember that. I haven't been able to find any of those tapes, but this is us working up the song in rehearsal, at my old apartment on Symphony Road.
This is about the oldest and roughest tape I think I'll put up on MacJams, but all these years later I still enjoy Julia's singing, and the way she and Phyllis harmonize on the last verse.
And for such a simple song (C, F, and G, over and over), I still rather like it...
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Lyrics
Don’t You Tell Jane
© 1976 Ed Hannifin
It’s more than a change
Something more than a fall
You kinda lose touch
You don’t return calls
But don’t you tell Jane
Tell her nothing at all
If someone you love
Has your back to the wall
Got a feeling for spring
And a hoping for rain
But there’s talk of more snow
And you’re feeling no pain
But don’t you tell Jane
When the wine’s running low
‘Cause she don’t have the time
And she’s bound to say so
Say your shadow got long
At the end of the day
Say you’ve given up song
And you’ve started to pray
But don’t you tell Jane
When the going gets tough
‘Cause the tough’ll get gone
And she’s been gone long enough
It’s more than a change
Something more than a fall
You kinda lose touch
You don’t return calls
But don’t you tell Jane
Tell her nothing at all
If someone you love
Has your back to the wall
© 1976 Ed Hannifin
It’s more than a change
Something more than a fall
You kinda lose touch
You don’t return calls
But don’t you tell Jane
Tell her nothing at all
If someone you love
Has your back to the wall
Got a feeling for spring
And a hoping for rain
But there’s talk of more snow
And you’re feeling no pain
But don’t you tell Jane
When the wine’s running low
‘Cause she don’t have the time
And she’s bound to say so
Say your shadow got long
At the end of the day
Say you’ve given up song
And you’ve started to pray
But don’t you tell Jane
When the going gets tough
‘Cause the tough’ll get gone
And she’s been gone long enough
It’s more than a change
Something more than a fall
You kinda lose touch
You don’t return calls
But don’t you tell Jane
Tell her nothing at all
If someone you love
Has your back to the wall
Vic Holman
love the simplicty and directness. can't believe how well you have cleaned
this up, for as old as it is. believe it or not even though i do alot of
layering on stuff i'm also a big fan of hearing the basics of a tune. i'm
sure most songs on this site started this way.nice!
Vic