NITE OWLS BOOGALOO AND BOTTLE CLUB

by Kirk Adams

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about

"You're in a bar on stilts. The wind is blowing in right off the Gulf Of Mexico, salty, fragrant and not too humid. Across the room a trio of musicians are manifesting a song about a talking worm and agave inspired hallucinations. The dancers sway, awkwardly compelled by the faux-Cuban groove and jagged guitar riffs. Your margueritta now tastes weak and you crave a straight shot of Cuervo, sans lime, and maybe a turn on the ageing planks that make up the dance floor.

The song fades then a smattering of applause, the clinking of glasses as the singer makes a toast. "Raise up your drinks! Life is good!"

You can hear the waves on the surf for a moment before the band kicks in again. This time a dirt simple rock riff gives way to a driving beat and a tale of lost love. "My baby left me for a Mexican Wrestler!" The dance floor fills and the planks bend under the weight. Light comes through the cracks from below. As more and more people crowd the floor you become compelled to join them. To risk falling right through the floor while jerking and swinging to the pounding beat.

You knock back your tequila and shamble into the throng. "Life is good", you think to yourself."

For years, folks who have been kind enough to come out to see a live show have been "rewarded" with the occasional, often tequila inspired, ad-libbed song or mad cap instrumental. "Mexican Wrestler" was one such creation which sprung from a fleeting funny idea, which surprisingly, I continued to get asked for. So, I spent a little time polishing the lyrics and educating myself about luchador maneuvers like the Flying Moonsault and the Frankensteiner, and it became one of my most popular live songs (and probably most covered tune).

A few other selections on this album were also birthed in such fertile yet sometimes unforgiving soil. Some of the others in this compilation were songs with simple enough arrangements that lent themselves to just jamming on the spot. They contained in their musical genes the DNA to become mainstays in my shows. I should say "our shows" because they were very much forged into being by the band mates I worked with.

A song I wrote when I was 17, an Appalachian folk song turned neo-swamp punk, a disgruntled political rant and a late night inspired blues riff, along with the polished up ad-libs of free-form composition, all came together in our live shows to become staples of my repertoire and now have been collected, after many requests for recordings.

So, if you've been to a show, I hope this'll help bring back some of the fun. If you haven't, it'll give you an idea of what it's like. So raise up your drinks, life is good, life is short so let's have a good time!

"Unbelievable!"

credits

released November 20, 2018

Kirk Adams - guitar, organ, piano, Danelectro sitar and vocals

Tommy Bell - drums, wrestler choir

Craig Benson - congas, cowbell

Patrick Bettison - bass, e. piano, wrestler choir

Gale Trippsmith - backing vocals

Steve Vitale - bass



All songs by Kirk Adams © 2018

Recorded at Creative World Recording
with George Harris with additional
recording at Mystic Orb.

Mastered at Big 3 Studios
by Jim "Pinky" Beeman

Art Design by Neil Paterson Design

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Track Name: Mexican Wrestler
My baby left me for a Mexican wrestler
My baby left me for a Mexican wrestler

Well, he's a real big star south of the border
He looks like he's built out of bricks and mortar
His Banzai Drop left me on the mat
Never knew a luchador could hurt me like that

My baby left me for a Mexican wrestler
My baby left me for a Mexican wrestler

His name is Diablo he wears a red mask
He took my amiga then he took me to task
With a Flying Moonsault and a Frankensteiner
He hit me so hard I woke up in China

My baby left me for a Mexican wrestler
My baby left me for a Mexican wrestler
Track Name: Every Little Look
I don't know how to tell you this
You're the only girl that I wanna kiss
No black magic make-up or sci-fi dress
No masquerade mock up or false tenderness

Every little look, every little wiggle
Every little smirk and every little giggle
Makes me wanna jump, makes me wanna scream
Makes me wanna tell you you're the girl of my dreams

I climb any wall, navigate your fences
Do anything to satisfy your senses
I don't wanna spook you or scare you away
If there's a ghost of a chance then you know I've got to say

Every little look, every little wiggle
Every little smirk and every little giggle
Makes me wanna jump, makes me wanna scream
Makes me wanna tell you you're the girl of my dreams

I'd do anything to write a happy ending
You know I love you so let's stop pretending
Every time you look at me I can't help but smile
Every time you give an inch I'd like to take a mil

Every little look, every little wiggle
Every little smirk and every little giggle
Makes me wanna jump, makes me wanna scream
Makes me wanna tell you you're the girl of my dreams
Track Name: Drawn To You
You could hurt me
And it would be bad
I should run away
But I can't
'Cause I'm drawn to you
It's hard to explain
I don't really want to be
But I'm drawn to you

I can't stop thinking
I can't sleep
I'm scared to death
That you're gonna change things

'Cause I'm drawn to you
It's hard to explain
I'm almost helpless
When I'm drawn to you

We could hurt each other
We could lose ourselves
We could hurt our families
We could regret this forever

But I'm drawn to you
And you're drawn to me
We've got to be strong now
'Cause I'm drawn to you
Track Name: Alien Implant
Late at night
Just outside
You can hear a flying
Saucer glide
By the window of
The room where you lay sleeping

In the morning
In your bed
You wake with a smile
A lump on your head
You realize you've got something
You've been missing

Alien Implant make you feel alright
Alien Implant make you feel so good
Well you know it's true
You know it's true
Yes, you know it's true
You know it's true
Track Name: I Heard The Black Bird
When I heard the black bird call my name
Wen I heard the blackbird call my name
I knew things would never
Never be the same

Well, I saw a face among the weeds
Yes, I saw a face among the weeds
It looked strangely familiar
To me

Can you hear that lonesome whistle moan
Can you hear that lonesome whistle moan
That's the Glory Train
Come to take me home

When I heard the black bird call my name
Wen I heard the blackbird call my name
I knew things would never
Never be the same
Track Name: Tequila Worm
Tequila worm don't look at me
I know what's on your mind
Tequila worm don't talk to me
It's been such a long time

Since we walked in the autumn wind
Walking hand in hand
The smell of rich cigars
And a mariachi band

Tequila worm pleas look away
We've been through this before
Tequila worm don't talk that way
'Cause I don't want to pour

Don't want to see Diablo's face
Lurking in the dark
Cactus howling in the night
Laughing coyote bark
Track Name: Above The Dark Water
Hallowed times for hollow men
Desert days very near the End
Scared to look at what you're party to
Turn your head until it's through

Running out of time
As you're sinking down
Trying to keep your head
Above the dark water
Running out of time
As you're losing ground
Trying to keep your head
Above the dark water

The dispossessed wonder why
Golden arrows fill the sky
The rank and file gonna make a stand
Lie down in the Promised Land

Running out of time
As you're sinking down
Trying to keep your head
Above the dark water
Running out of time
As you're losing ground
Trying to keep your head
Above the dark water

They'll promise you a bridge when there isn't any water
Put the pedal to the metal when there isn't any brakes
Toss you an anchor to keep you from drowning
Offer you a bed full of bugs and snakes

Running out of time
As you're sinking down
Trying to keep your head
Above the dark water
Running out of time
As you're losing ground
Trying to keep your head
Above the dark water
Track Name: Down Below
Come with me baby
To a place I know
Won't take long
It ain't too far to go
Come with me baby
Come on Down Below

There's a cat down there
plays a mean trombone
When he plays the blues
Make you feel like you're all alone
Come with me baby
Come on Down Below

Well, the people down there
They don't care who you are
You could be a hundredaire
Or some kinda big movie star
Come with me baby
Come on Down Below

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