Awesome show with David "Solid" Gould and the Temple Rockers in Ithaca this weekend. We've been cruising all around the northeast this September, and now we're entering into a nice couple of weeks off for Rubblebucket. We earned it, and we're excited to recuperate and play around and write new songs!
Today we released our final Bucket Leak installment before the official release of "Rubblebucket" on OCTOBER 13!! #!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#
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There Was A Time is about a time when humans were closer to the land and to the dream/spirit world. I don't know if I've ever been there in this life, but I think it did exist, and I think it might exist again one day. I wrote the words last fall (a year ago) at a gig at Princeton University in NJ. First I just formed sound melodies, and the words came from those sounds. I was trying very hard to incorporate big grey alien beings that don't see, they only hear and feel, and they are telepathic, and they are the most completely sentient being.... something that we might evolve into if we don't wreck the earth first. But I couldn't make the words sound good, so they ended up skeletal, and they leave a lot to your imagination. This is also a party song.
In the next to last version of the song before we got it mastered there was the shout: "Yes that time is coming!" in the breakdown before the bari solo, but for various reasons we edited part out. But that's what I'm thinking in my head during that part.
Our new bikes video should be out any day now on the myspace page!!!! See you around the bend........
Love,
Kalmia
+ Rubblebucket
"This seeds of this song came while on tour with John Brown's Body last fall and winter: a humid truck stop in New Mexico where a Subway lady said 'I see a whole lotta faces and I make a whole lotta sandwiches', a devastating phone call in Olympia from a close friend who broke up with me musically, the overwhelming feeling of economic recession in America, and the scariest day of flying I've ever had. Writing this song was torturous!
The Northwest shuts down in heavy snow storms. Attached is a picture of two busses hanging off the interstate in Seattle during one of those storms last December... we passed these on the way to our gig! A few days later, my flight from Oregon to Boston was the only flight they let out of the airport. The runway was all white and packed in with snow and as we took off I prepared myself for death. The depth of this song came from the way I felt staring at the icy wings of the plane and the little lights of Boston's suburbs as we descended through the desolate night. Relief, emptiness, pain, and human life/death."
