Mum said I could play with you guys till the street lights came on!

Out The Dorian: Lyrics BullZephyr

YOU'RE OUT THE DORIAN
BUT YOUR MODE IS THE SAME
YOU'LL NEVER LEARN MY SON
UNLESS YOU TAKE THE BLAME

OH DON'T YOU SEE MY SON
ALL THAT YOU CAN HOLD
WILL SLIP ONE DAY

YOU'RE UNDER THE COVERS
YOU THINK I DON'T KNOW
BUT THERE'S CHOCOLATE ALL OVER YOUR PAWS

DON'T YOU KNOW
I CAN SEE YOU NO MATTER WHAT YOU DO

AND SO YOU SEE MY SON
ONE DAY
ALL I COULD DO

PUT YOU OUT THE DORIAN
TELL THE KEY TO CHANGE

YOU KNOW I'LL STILL BE HERE WHEN YOU FALL DOWN
BUT AINT YOU SICK AND TIRED OF GETTING OFF THE GROUND

YOU'RE OUT THE DORIAN
I'M TIRED OF THIS GAME

SO YOU SEE MY SON
ALL I COULD EVER DO
IS LOVE YOU
LIKE YOU KNOW I DO

IT DRIVES ME CRAZY WHEN I SEE YOU DOWN
I WANT TO HOLD YOU BUT I MUST LET YOU FALL NOW

YOU'RE OUT THE DORIAN
MY TEARS WONT SAVE

I HOPE I SEE MY SON
BEFORE I EVER LOSE YOU

I hope you guys are finished thinking, I suppose you two eat a lot of curry.

Oh and before history repeats, for the record yes we work on this in secret for 6 months because we have to use the same thinking chair. Also I am many people, so many I don't know myself but I'm pretty sure I'm not rOOmy or Joe cause I'm hopeless at hitting things and sounding brilliant and I don't know big words like Phyrigian or mixolidian and such.

Brilliant tune everyone, all the sharp wit is so very entertaining!
And Andrew, great work as always...mucho impressed.

Thanks Kev & Ann, much appreciated.
balance humour and such serious life-lessons philosophy-well that I must thank a very fine Pellow or is that fellow.


"SOCKS" man we gotta know! Does Humour belong in music?

After much soul searching, and contemplation,

Socks turned to his legion and said

"Of course.....He's a great singer, how could you play any music

without such sweet sounds"

Thanks Ann! One of the joys of this place is knowing you are listening and I appreciate all your support.

I also enjoy going to sleep and night knowing that while sugar plum thinking chairs are dancing in my head, somewhere on the other side of this world there is a person of great skill, working away at my creation and cursing my name every time a 2/4 bar inexplicably passes by or some bizarro key/modal changey thing happens.

Great work Andrew!

Bonus points for working with the wacky title:)

I think I'm hearing a minor second on one of the chords, but I can't be sure. I'll let you know after I visit the Thinking Chair.

@ :24 ish I'm hearing a B and a Bb (i think). I don't know who's doing what though.

Thanks Joe, it's nice to know you guys are having the same dreams as me I thought it was flashbacks. It's obviously musical senility settling in after years of priming the muse synthetically.

on the 24ish bit I know the section to which you refer and remember whilst doing the bass something sounded wrong, let me look into it but for now we'll just blame you.

Oh and 2/4 bars or 6/4 bars (7/8 too) seem perfectly natural to me that's why I had to learn the drums. All my friends could use drum machines for their songs but mine never quite fit due to my human dynamic. So it looks like we share this strange trait and I think it's inherited as my daughter does it too. People think it would be great to do that, well you try programming to that shit or charting when you don't know your semi demi quavers from hemi 440 big block doohickies.

"Priming the muse synthetically" is the most awesome phrase I have ever heard. I must use that in my next conversation, I don't care what it's about.

Listening again, I'm pretty sure it was Kevin who played the wrong note.

Did I play a 7/8? well I'll be...I just set that thing on unaccented 8ths and hacked away trying not to look at the numbers on the screen.

I used to do a lot of midi stuff in the old days and the sp-1200 was actually a breeze for putting in all sorts of meter changes. The problem came when you tried to get that to transfer to Performer and sync with a tape machine via that little box that went "beep" "beep". I think it was called an spx80, I could be wrong, I hated that thing. It had tiny little buttons and a little screen and you had manually enter the songs tempo map. This was cutting edge around 1989 btw.

I just confirmed it and yes you're right again Joe Kev did do a boo boo, he was supposed to go batta boom kazam but instead went batta bing bam sam which explains the Bflat tone as all notes on the drums are flat.

Oh and no 7/8 in this case I just meant that's what comes out at times and it's a bastard to program with one of these

Roland SBX 80



Look at that little fuckin' screen and those little fuckin' buttons.

It looks like you could ring home with that mutha?

The years of my youth that I lost typing shit into that damn box...

Well done guys.... great words Bull, and a very cool song. Talking about typing stuff into a damn box, here's my contribution.

I'll have a Loch Ness on Jesus toast please.

What the hell is a R5 it sounds like a machine gun, you sure you don't have a V8 pick up truck and date a Hockey Mom.

I've got one of these vs880 I hardly turn it on albeit to use as a mixer, I did use it to record drums and managed 6 tracks which I then transfered to the computer with my stick hit sync to line it up, pre Kompoz training I suppose. Although it was fun when I was younger I no longer get any joy from little screens a learning hierarchy of menus.

now can Elvis on rye with a touch of bunyip sauce to go thanks Joe, this is Joe's kitchen right?

Ha...I have the exact same box Andrew...haven't touched it for at least a year...it's shoved in the closet with the Tascam 4-track....ooh the memories...think I'd have to get the manual out to remember how to use it.

And Joe, the SBX 80 looks like something out of the Star Trek filming set..that font is soooooo....80's!!

Ya'll enjoy your sandwiches....I'll have a Jello shot for Jesus please.

what is bunyip sauce by cracky??

Ha! I laugh at your little boxes. This dusty old piece of shit is an Akai mg-1214.

showoff!!


LOL!!!

still can't figure out what bunyip sauce is...

I don't know but I bet it goes on Vegemite.

Did someone say "dusty old piece of shit"? This is my old jalopy Tascam 488mkII multi-track cassette deck. She was a beast in her time. Could lock SMPTE code to tape for MIDI control and record 8 tracks onto a cassette! I spent a lot of late nights with this girl. She stills sits under a desk in my studio...dusty, unused in years, with her 4th or 5th set of transport motors and silly O-ring belts that always slipped. But she ain't goin' anywhere. A really good part of me went thru this machine and I love her :D

Yeah Bull, Joe's kitchen where they serve Grilled Jesus...and they are "Open All Night"....

This should bring you some unpleasant dreams, I used to have Tascam 488 8 track which compared to this was just a standard piece of kit, your monster probably qualifies you for NASA.






Bunyip sauce I hear is readily available here

On a totally different topic now thanks to Jim. When you see old performers like this get stronger and stronger you realise that the industry missed the point the last 15 years trying to back the electronic stay at home music types. You just can't help but be entertained by a guy who's locked his youth away in a bedroom only to escape later on and make up for all that lost time. You know what i mean, I can't see Joe dragging out his Akai sbx doohickie with his sp 1200 and taking 'em home. For that he'd be better off with his toy guitar and E bow and a few bottles of bunyip sauce.

Funny you should say so as I just finished a bowl of French Bunion Soup

Oh my god. Please tell me you just did not say "bunion sauce". I'm holding tightly to my Elvis pillow for comfort, plugging my ears and singing VERY loudly "Jesus is the rock of my salvation....".....I can't hear you....

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeewwww...that's just WRONG...still have no clue what bunyip sauce is, but don't think I want to know now.
;)

Aw come on Ann you know you do, I told r00my in private and he's sworn to secrecy.

Jim I'm guessing you got the matching set of Elvis pillows

@Andrew, just to clarify,all that button pushing I was doing on the SBX 80 would take place in a recording studio in Manhattan while a rapper and his posse would hover over me wondering why the beats weren't happening yet.

I hope you didn't let them see your pin code cause i don't trust hoodies with guns when I'm at an ATM, oh hang on you're talking about that thing they did in the eighties where they didn't make music it was the machines like some Orwellian bad dream.

"Socks" concurs.
I also have an old Yamaha 8trk cassette,
thats ancient but still works.
Unfortunately, the camera is even an older
bit of kit, so I can't play show and tell.
Extra bunion sause on my Elvis sandwich please.

A chatty bunch we were.