04/21/2024
I met Cris Bessette in about 1995 or 1996. I had come from the Asheville, NC music scene to get away from the city some, via North Carolina, and then North Georgia to raise my 2 kids. I had spent a year writing and producing, and publishing an EP, (a 7 inch 33 1/2 vinyl record) that came with an experimental concept comic book. I did all the instruments and art, heck.. I did EVERYTHING! That record did great on regional, and some national college radio. But I ran out of money... ha ha. I did EVERYTHING, even finance it... So in 1996-97 Cris Bessette and I were here playing music, I saw a notebook with these lyrics in it. I said "what's this? Hmmm..." He was like "That is a SONG!" I said, "Well... IT IS A NEW SONG NOW!!!" And wrote this music around it. This recording is from 1996 or so... Dean Lovell on drums, Cris Bessette wrote these lyrics, and played bass. There are 2 of me singing, and 2 of me playing guitar. We read those cryptic scientific words from some textbook, about oxygen or something... This song got some great college radio air play in the height of the grunge period taking over.... and rock music changing its name to Alt. Rock... Ours was a thing called Lo-fi... but mixed with Comic Book stuff. Anyway. Enjoy. This is an ia I did a few weeks ago, just goofing around. I fed Bessette's lyrics in the thing, and this art came out. It was cool, so I strung it together into a music video... I hope you find it interesting. I sure loved Cris' kind of left field, absurd lyrics... Refreshing to me!
Lyrics by Cris Bessette, Music by Chris Wormwood - All Rights ReservedCris wrote these cryptic words describing a guy sifting through the garbage collecting ...
