We're glad to report that Paul and those rollicking groovers, Tomorrow Sound, will be opening for the wittily intelligent, LAKE STREET DIVE at their upcoming Chicago performance at THALIA HALL on Fri. Sept.26th

 

                         Here, at long last, are the promised FINE RUDE LYRICS

                                     all lyrics by Paul Cebar except as noted

 

Fine Rude Thing

 

You’re verging on something I’d like to sidle up to, you’re a fine rude thing

Luscious implications pent up in the wood, you’re a fine rude thing

Screaming down the highway squealing with delight

Shining like a searchlight on a peasly Tuesday night

You’re a fine rude fine rude fine rude fine rude thing

 

Reggie says you’re rustic, that’s a compliment, you’re a fine rude thing

Flush with fluid on a frantic bent, you’re a fine rude thing

Gunning through the muddle shaking your flag

A ranking rebuttal to their abysmal drag

You’re a fine rude, fine rude, fine rude, fine rude thing

 

There’s a whole heap you ain’t got to yet

A cavalcade of pleasures yet to make

Something in that churning helps you keep it all straight

Bent all over backward and wide, wide awake

 

Heavy heads are hanging, kicking at the dirt, you’re a fine, rude thing

Your heaving heart’s a clanking on the buttons of your shirt, you’re a fine, rude thing

Bound to be unfolding and you’re jumping out your skin

Busting through the barricades, ah, itching’s got to win

You’re a fine rude, fine rude, fine rude, fine rude thing

 

 

Burning on fumes, blooming in the sand, you’re a fine, rude thing

Winking in the backwoods, they’ll never understand, you’re a fine rude thing

Gunning down the alley, sun is going down

Juice is rising in mediocre town

You’re a fine rude, fine rude, fine rude, fine rude thing

 

 

Heavy heads are hanging kicking at the dirt

Your heaving heart’s a clanking on the buttons of your shirt

Heading down the alley, the sun is going down

Juice is rising steady in mediocre town

You’re a fine rude, fine rude, fine rude, fine rude thing

You’re a fine rude, fine rude, fine rude, fine rude thing

You’re a fine rude, fine rude, fine rude, fine rude thing

 

 Summer Starts Right Now

(Pat McLaughlin-Paul Cebar)

 

Want you, need you

To hold

Onto

If you

Feel the

Same way

I do

Let’s get this heap back out on the road

Try and hold on tight

We’ll chase the moon across the sky tonight

Then throw our heads back in the sand

Let all the waves crash down

And let’s pretend that summer starts right now

 

Changes scare you

They double dare you

Well, I’m just

Like you

It’s got me

 Shook, too

Let’s get this heap back out on the road

Try and hold on tight

We’ll chase the moon across the sky tonight

Then throw our heads back in the sand

Let all the waves crash down

And let’s pretend that summer starts right now

 

Let’s draw the line right here

At the point of worrying ‘bout tomorrow

Shake, shake that tambourine

Shake the crazy reach of twisted sorrow

 

Let’s get this heap back out on the road

Try and hold on tight

We’ll chase the moon across the sky tonight

Then throw our heads back in the sand

Let all the waves crash down

And let’s pretend that summer starts right now

Right now

And let’s pretend that summer starts

Right now

 

 

BABY SHAKE

(Chuck Mead-Paul Cebar)

 

Something told Loretta to try and take it with her so she put it in her make-up kit

Everything she had was in that blue bag and she was getting pretty tired of it

She started naming names of people who’d paid tribute to her high-hat ways

Trumpets used to sound everywhere around Loretta in her good old days

 

But now that’s all gone

There ain’t nothing left to take

You’re picking over bones

It’s time to go home

Don’t let that screen door hit you

Baby, shake

 

Jimmy had it early  but he didn’t think he’d really ever need it so he stowed it away

He took up with a carney, she was just up off the farm, she laid him low with her feminine ways

He laid it on the line and just about that time she left him by the highway-side

Jimmy took his crown, he crushed it to the ground

He always knew he’d have to pay for the ride

 

But now it’s all gone

There ain’t nothing left to take

You’re picking over bones

It’s time to go home

Don’t let that screen door hit you

Baby, shake

I bet that doorknob bit you

Baby, shake

 

 

(repeat chorus)

 

Baby, Shake

Baby, Shake  

Now, now

Baby, Shake

Baby ,Shake

Now, now

 

 

 You Owe It To You

(Willy Porter-Paul Cebar)

 

In the morning when the sun comes up it’s gonna find you where you live

Whether I’m there to hold you up my love’ll find you

Ain’t no difference between you and me, baby

Blood flows in our veins

We gotta make the bus, gotta find where I belong

 

I’m ‘onna love you

That’s just the first thing I’d do

I’m ‘onna love you

I’d make it the last thing, too

I’m ‘onna love you

You know you owe it to you

I’m ‘onna love you

 

Can you mend the broken hearted?

Can you heal the wounded wing?

I ain’t got nothing but I could bring you special things

Got some loving in my kitchen, that’s true

Wonder what I might find there for you?

Not that you’re looking, Not that you need anything

 

I’m ‘onna love you

Feel all that love coming ‘round

I’m ‘onna love you

Right up through the middle of town

I’m ‘onna love you

You know you owe it to you

I’m ‘onna love you

And you owe it to me, too

 

Our time will come to pass

Sail a ship across an emerald sea

Trying to find a bank on which to tie ourselves down

Find a love deeper than ocean’s wide

Find a love like yours to cure my pride

                 I know it’s just a matter of time

                   Before I heal you from the inside out, baby

 

I’m ‘onna love you

That’s the least I can do

I’m ‘onna love you

Feel all that love coming through

I’m ‘onna love you

You know you owe it to you

I’m ‘onna love you

And you owe it to me, too

 

I’m onna love you

‘Cause that’s what that is, girl

Feel love knock knock knocking on your door

Open up, open up now

I’m ‘onna l- l-l-l- l-l love you

 

 

The Whole Thing

 

We think we got it clean

We know we saw it whole

I want to pull you up

To where I think it ought to go

But you stay where you are and there’s nothing to move you

But the way we look when we’re pulling too hard

When the heat gives way and the sweat comes down

The whole thing buckles but you, girl

The whole thing buckles but you

The whole thing

The whole thing

 

When we’re down on the floor

Clouds in the bed

We strain to get clear and see through

You suck the vision right out of my head

And the whole thing buckles but you, girl

The whole thing buckles but you

The whole thing

The whole thing

 

Plant my feet on some ground that won’t hold and I dance like a marvelous fool

Bet you a Jackson I’d live on air with a particulate garnish of you, girl

The whole thing buckles but you,girl

The whole thing buckles but you

 

When we’re down on the floor

Clouds in a bed

We strain to get clear and see through

You suck the vision right out of my head

And the whole thing buckles but you, girl

The whole thing buckles but you

When the heat gives way and the sweat comes down

The whole thing buckles but you, girl

The whole thing

 

You’ve got no big board but I’m still rising

What’s a fool to do?

My stock is down all over this town

And the whole thing buckles but you, girl

The whole thing buckles but you

The whole thing buckles but you, girl

The whole thing buckles but you

The whole thing

The whole thing

 

 

Might Be Smiling

 

Might be smiling, might just be smiling to say

Hope you make it through another struggling day

 

Saw you down on Telegraph, tap tap tapping out your troubled times

Wounded,  grounded, feathered fine  Uncleared for take-off to fabled other climes

 

Saw you in La Cueva in your brand new silken glide

Huddled with your homefolks, glad to be inside

Saw you on Obispo with the generations teeming

Scratching for subsistence and a fanbelt they might use

 

Might be smiling, might just be smiling to say

Hope you make it through another struggling day

 

Loved her way through a half a dozen, come out on the other side

Six versions of tornado with roofs and necks awry

She’s scrabbling, scrapping and feeling her oats

Oh, she been fishing for minnows and pulling in boats

And I, And I, And I

 

Might be smiling, might just be smiling to say

Hope you make it through another struggling day

 

Baby like to decorate the beat

Pelts it with the petals and the pots and pans

Drags it through the alley, pulls it through the trees

Gets it so aquiver I got to meet it on my knees

 

She’s a mighty Mississippi on a Saturday night

A new Nile just about anytime

A sand-faced creek every now and then

She’s flowing and flowing and flowing again

 

Might be smiling, might just be smiling to say

Hope you make it through another struggling day

Another struggling day Hope you make it

Another struggling day  Hope you make it

Through another struggling day

Hope you make it

 

Might be, Might be, Might be smiling

Might be, Might be, Might be smiling

 

Might be smiling, might just be smiling to say

Hope you make it through another struggling day

 

 

 

Not Necessarily True

(Pat McLaughlin-PaulCebar)

 

Another Saturday, Another Saturday Night

Ain’t no reason for me not holding you tight

But, I’m not holding you tight

Now you’re walking, walking ‘round in the rain

Ain’t no reason for me not doing the same

But I’m not doing the same

It’s alright, it’s been done

It’s so clear, we had some

A wild love

Not necessarily true

 

 

Time’s a healer, time’s a killer, as well

Everybody got a story to tell

A story to tell

I wanna save you, but I’m saving myself

Got to save up, some for somebody else

For somebody else

It’s over, it’s been fun

A fine time, a good run

A wild love

Not necessarily true 

 

 

You want heart,  you want sun

You want truth? Well, here’s some

Blame me and secondarily, you

Not necessarily true

  Not necessarily true

 

Yeah, Yeah

(Pat McLaughlin-Paul Cebar)

 

‘ Know that I need you, why do we have to

Argue, fuss, and fight

If you feel a little bit like I do

Something’s bound to be alright

Since we’re grown it don’t solve nothing to climb up in that tree

I’ll come down if you’ll come down

And talk awhile with me

 

Yeah, Yeah, it’s a sticky situation

Yeah, Yeah, What else could it be?

Yeah, Yeah

 

There’s tension on the ties that bind, now

So, for goodness sake

We both know that something’s gotta give

So, let’s don’t let it break

And if you’re thinking there’s a half a chance

That’s a half I’d like to take,

 

I said

Yeah, Yeah, It’s a minor invitation

Yeah, Yeah, we could both come clean

Yeah, Yeah, It’s an opportunitation

Yeah, Yeah, like we ain’t never seen,

 I said

Yeah, Yeah

Yeah, Yeah

 

I can’t burn that photograph we took out by the lake,

I said

Yeah, Yeah, it’s a surefire indication

Yeah, Yeah, that this was meant to be

Yeah, Yeah, it’s not without some trepidation

Yeah, Yeah, how could it ever be?

Yeah, Yeah, no more nagging irritation

Yeah, Yeah, we got to let it be

Yeah, Yeah, some neo-love administration

Yeah, Yeah, that you can run on me, I said

Yeah, Yeah

Yeah, Yeah

YEAH,YEAH

 

 

Just That Cold 

 

I had you balmy, I had you with a breeze

I had you ’fore the weather broke now that’s some deep-freeze

I had you pegged a lover

Warm heart and tender soul

Maybe I’m just stone-crazy

Maybe you’re just that cold

Maybe you’re just that cold

 

Someone’s feeling zephyrs, someone gets to sweat

Someone gets to getting and someone to forget

Me, I’m seeing snake-eyes

That’s how the dice have rolled

Maybe there’ll be no summer

Maybe it’s just that cold

Maybe we’re just that cold

 

I never listened to those happening by

They’d never been on the ride

I never thought I’d take it out on myself

And doubt what’s to savor inside

 

I’d kept things cracking, I held up my end

But cracking’s a problem when you’re trying to bend

There ain’t no more handouts

It’s all bought and sold

And me I’m still wriggling on this hook

Maybe I’m just that cold

Maybe it’s just that cold

Maybe we’re just that cold

Maybe it’s just that cold

 

I had you balmy, I had you with a breeze

I had you ’fore the weather broke now that’s some deep-freeze

I had you pegged a lover

Warm heart and tender soul

Maybe I’m just stone-crazy

Maybe you’re just that cold

Maybe you’re just that cold

Maybe we’re just that cold

Maybe it’s just that cold

 

 

Shack & Shambles

(Cesar Rosas-Paul Cebar)

 

I can’t believe my eyes, the things that I can see

Now that we’re no longer it keeps happening to me

You dragged me out and dangled the city and it’s time

Now, I’m up and roaring, ‘ walk the walk to make it mine

King without the bluster or the throne

Take this shack & shambles make myself a home 

 

 

It’s coffee all the time, languid all the while

Bearden, S.E. Rogie, Cassavetes, Brecht & Weill

Your angle keeps on creeping into whatever’s left of mine

Who cares where this road’s going if you get to change the signs?

King who’s queen has settled to the bone

Take this shack & shambles make myself a home 

 

 

I’m listening in my car and I’m light upon my feet

And I’m trying to fit together what I’m finding in the street

Kim chee chased with hotsauce and the Sunday Times

Dedicated lefties and some underwater rhymes

King who’s knave and livelier alone

Take this shack & shambles make myself a home

Take this rack of brambles to my bones

Take this shack & shambles make myself a home 

 

Shack Shack  Shack & Shambles

Shack Shack  Shack & Shambles

 

 

Like Loving People Do

(Pat McLaughlin-Paul Cebar)

 

There ain’t nothing that I would rather do

While you sit and dream

Than make your dreams come true

But making dreams come true

Is something  I find that

Other people seem a whole lot better at

 

If you’d be so kind

To let me take a whack

At making yours come true

I could rear on back

And if you have a heart

Like I trust you do

We’ll find a way to act

Like Loving People Do

 

Loving people sure set that bar up high

Telling all that truth

And letting all that fly

But holding on so tight

To what’s been here and gone

Doesn’t sit too well

The words all come out wrong

 

So, what say we wade in

The water’s not so cold

There’s bound to be a break

In this howling wind

I’ll try and hear you out

If you let me get mine in

And work my way around

To your dreams again

 

La La La La La La La La La La-a-ah……

 

 

 

 

We're very proud and excited to announce that Paul and those fresh, wriggling, jingling Tomorrow Sound gentleman have been added to a string of upcoming dates on SHARON JONES & THE DAP-KINGS'  "Give The People What They Want" Tour. Might it be safe to say that they'll want a FINE RUDE THING in short order?

 

Wed. April 9th finds the tour in MINNEAPOLIS, MN. at THE STATE THEATER

Fri. April 11th moves to CHICAGO, IL at THE VIC THEATER

Sat. April 12th, it's on to the motorcity, DETROIT, MI at THE MAJESTIC THEATER

Sun. April 13, we're PITTSBURGH, PA bound for a final show at THE BYHAM THEATER

A few further details can be found on our schedule page and a fine testimonial from Dap-Kings bassist, songwriter and producer, Gabriel Roth, can be found on the media kit page.

 

Also, FINE RUDE THING is now available on vinyl.

 

HEAR YE HEAR YE HEAR YE HEAR YE HEAR YE

We're very excited and glad to report that we have released our brand spanking new record, FINE RUDE THING on Jan. 14, 2014. The correct outsize expenditure of blood, sweat, tears, vocal cords and handcraft has been made and the result is a big old engine that could. Publicity is being handled by the estimable Shore Fire Media in Brooklyn with radio promotion by Distiller out of Portland, OR. Record release parties begin on Jan. 10 at Turner Hall in Milwaukee and carry through the rest of the month on a sweeping jaunt eastward (please see our schedule page for specifics & the store page to purchase). C'mon out, we'd love to see you. Incidentally, FRT will be available on vinyl at a slightly later date.

June 13, 2013

We've embarked on a Kickstarter campaign to help bring our new record meaningfully to the marketplace and, more meaningfully, to your home. Please do visit using the link below and consider joining with us in an experiment in shaking it like we just don't care:

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April 13th,2013

Our exquisite replica of magnificence, Tomorrow Sound, will be shaking that dependable hometown musical shack, ShankHall,on Fri night (Apr. 14) w/Painted Caves in support in a headlong lunge at springtime and it's sturdy fecundity

March '12

'The Prairie Home Companion' came to Milwaukee on Sat. March 31 (at The Milwaukee Theater) and our heroes, Paul Cebar Tomorrow Sound, were in that number when Garrison et al came marching in. Paul and the fellows will be featured during the two-hour live broadcast and tickets are on sale as you read.

 

January '12Tis a new year and Paul and the fellows are starting off with a ramble eastward. The Ark in Ann Arbor is their first stop on Wed. Jan. 11 followed by a two-night stand at the York Street Cafe in Newport, KY on the 12th and 13th, one fine Saturday nite at the Barns at Wolftrap in Vienna,VA(the 14th) and a Sun. matinee at The Ramshead in Annapolis MD on the 15th. They'll hightail it homeward in time to take part in a fine new concert series called the Real-Phonic Radio Hour taking place at the James J Hill Library in downtown St. Paul,MN on Thur. Jan 19th.

The new collaborative record with David Greenberger, 'They Like Me Around Here', spoken of in the paragraph below is available at all of Tomorrow Sound's performances and is a doggone groove.

This Autumn (2011) brings the excitement of a fine, new collaboration with that breezy, incisive, charmingly obsessive David Greenberger, 'They Like Me Around Here'. The fellows will be backing David on Thursday, Nov 17th at the Kohler Art Center in Sheboygan, WI. as they perform startling tales of hair, gorillas, skydiving, telephones,caterpillars and the like. Watch for news on the release of the album they recorded one sweltering day this past summer which features guest appearances from the incomparable Vincent Chancey (Sun Ra, Charlie Haden Liberation Music Orch.,Carla Bley, Lester Bowie's Brass Fantasy et al) and, our good friend, Juli Wood.

In the meantime, Paul is featured on another of David's recent releases,' Tell Me That Before' which can be purchased by visiting the Duplex Planet website: www.duplanet.com

Paul is also featured on guitar on Jon Rodine's brand new, 'Last Star' which should be obtainable shortly

Our Bob Jennings is featured on keyboards, sax, and background vocals on Semi-Twang's recent 'Wages of Sin'

 

 

We've been working on a new record that we're all excited about. Soon we'll try and excite you at the prospect of bringing it into your house.

As always, do come on out and see us. We need you!!

Paul recently had the fine luck to be enlisted to interview one of his all-time heroes, Allen Toussaint as a prelude to his recent appearance in Milwaukee. The interview was broadcast at 4:00PM CST on Thur. Feb.11, 2010 on frontier radioWMSE 91.7 on your FM dial. It should be accessible as a download from the MSE archives. Look for "The Blues Drive" from Feb.11, 2010 and fast forward on to the 4 o'clock hour. Earthy elegance is at a premium and Mr.Toussaint most certainly wears it like a crown. Allen Toussaint Interview

In a surprise development, Paul has cooked up a new solo, acoustic record,'One Little Light On' (his first in 33 years of professional-ish plunking). It is available at live performances for the present time (as well as on the store page through CDBaby and at a few select retailers.), starting with Paul's performances in the inscrutable East w/ Chris Smither and continuing with November's throwdown at Shank Hall as part of the club's 20th anniversary festivities. The strictly solo mood is broken with a Merseyfied duo performance w/ Willy Porter of their tune, 'Didn't Bring It Up' which also figures in the festivities of Willy's new record, 'How To Rob A Bank' , The record also features recent co-writes with Peter Mulvey, Pat McLaughlin , Paul Finger and Tony Jarvis as well as a few of Paul's favorites by a few of his favorites, Dayna Kurtz, Stephin Merritt and John Sieger. Add in a couple of sophisto crooners and a few of Paul's tender little missives and retire to the dimly lit ballroom as they sweep up.

There are now a series of youtube videos on the making of the solo record mentioned above conducted in interview format with Paul's esteemed music-loving comrade, Eric Blowtorch

In addition. Paul's performances on Mad Toast Live from last winter give further glimpses of the stripped down imp that made such an intimate little compendium, with hosts Chris and Mary wafting and parrying in a spontaneous and thoroughly delightful manner.

 

 

Our dear collaboration with David Greenberger (as described below*) came to a new fruition with the airing on November 18 (on WMVS- Channel 10 in Milwaukee at 8PM and again on Sun. the 22nd at 7PM) of both,'A King In Milwaukee', a documentary by Brad Lichtenstein and Nicole Brown on David's work in general and our collaboration in specific and 'Cherry-Picking Apple Blossom Time' a one hour winning winnowing of our memorable concert presented this past May at the starkly incandescent Pabst Theater (also described below*). If you've the poor fortune of not residing in Milwaukee, perhaps you could request that your local PBS affiliate pick it up for viewing. (By the way, if you haven't picked up the bold and ridiculous, effusive and generous CD, 'Cherry Picking Apple Blossom Time' then I believe now is the time. if you don't believe us, check out Robyn Hitchcock's ringing endorsement of the aforementioned from BLURT online.)

  "David Greenberger meanders around America, lovingly collecting the life stories of old people like fireflies in a jar. On Cherry Picking Apple Blossom Time he visits Milwaukee which, as one elderly resident explains, has the same number of letters as Wisconsin. Over a smoky grid of blues-funk and acoustic guitar played by Paul Cebar and his band, David recites anecdotes and reflections from the Milwaukee senior citizens that he has interviewed on his recent visits there. In an America that seems increasingly dominated by amnesia, and the erosion of its history, it's very heartening - and poignant - to hear these fragments of lives as they draw to a close. The rootsy tone of the music - Ry Cooder, Tom Waits, David Byrne and even Beefheart's Magic Band come to the mind's ear - adds Americana to these tales of vanishing Midwestern life. Here are the man who cheated at tomato- growing by hanging a purchased one on a vine; the man who made peace with his artificial arm and hung shopping bags from it; and the man in a red shirt who feels like a king. There are exuberant moments, but the most moving pieces are the elegies: people who gently mourn their vanished partners - one speaks of his wife as his co-pilot, another of how he's tried to replace his wife with crossword puzzles. The matter-of-fact tone that David uses in these vignettes is partly what makes them so emotional. In 'No Rooms Here' you can hear the life and memory of the elderly female narrator dissolving as she speaks. Just as certain as our death is the uncertainty of what follows - this ambiguity riddles the inhabitants of Cherry Picking Apple Blossom Time. The fragments drift by in a meditational parade - the slow shuffle of people preparing to exit their lives, setting things down, and then picking them up a few minutes later, trying to weigh everything up while it's still theirs. Here, in this album, they can dwell a little longer, and we can hear them until our echoes fade with theirs. I recommend this record to anybody who cares about people. - Robyn Hitchcock, September 2009 AVAILABLE HERE: http://duplexplanet.com/giftshop.html

*Years and years ago, Paul became a fan of the Duplex Planet, a remarkable journal that has been published continually since the 70's by big-hearted adventurer, David Greenberger. When news reached us that David would be Artist in Residence for 2008 under the auspices of The Center on Aging and Community at the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee, grand peals of laughter and delight were heard in the Cebar household. When our boy, Paul, was enlisted to act as music director, a lively, very humorously fertile collaboration was begun. Recording took place in August and October of last year and the recorded document of those sessions, "CHERRY PICKING APPLE BLOSSOM TIME" will be available in a limited manner shortly and more widely come Autumn '09. To celebrate it's completion and to see just what these spoken word w/ wide-ranging (rambunctious to eerily intimate) musical counterpoint pieces would sound like in a grand room, David, Paul, Bob Jennings, Mac Perkins,Reggie Bordeaux, Mike Fredrickson and our dear John Sieger will be performing at Milwaukee's Pabst Theater on Wed. May 13th at 8:00 PM. The record and show will consist

of monologues based on David's conversations w/ elderly Milwaukeeans delivered as spoken songs as only he can with new, subtly interactive, searching music from the Cebar corner.More details at: www. duplexplanet.com

 

Mike Fredrickson, mastermind of The Mosleys ( Paul's favorite Milwaukee band of the 90's) and grand, distinguished photo-realist painter has joined our band on bass. Spirited, humorous musicality is sure to ensue.

New tunes are in the setlist.We need you to see us to activate their secret code!

 

 

Sunday November 2,2008--Paul and Bob have been out knocking on doors as volunteers for the Barack Obama campaign. May we at long last replace boundless disgust and dismay with pride and resourcefulness...Intelligence, actual humor, and genuine empathy. Go Barack!!!!

 

Please come celebrate our new CD Tommorow Sound Now For Yes Music People    We'd love for you to buy it,too.

Lots o' wandering

We've a new myspace music site.Here's the MySpace URL: http://www.myspace.com/paulcebartommorowsound

Paul recently took part in a remarkable concert in Newburgh,NY with the grand percussionist Jeffrey Haynes. They've been collaborating over the past few years. Look for an album of their hijinx in the not too distant future.

Paul has continued to explore the alluring realm of co-writing with Peter Mulvey,Willie Porter, Chuck Mead, Jim Lauderdale, Robin Pluer, and that fantastic Pat McLaughlin. (They're all fantastic...really folks!) One of his co-written tunes with Grammy winning Terrance Simien is available on "Tommorow Sound............" as is a tune co-written with longterm compadre, Mike Fleming. Peter Mulvey's last few records include songs co-written with Mr. C as does Willy Porter's most recent release.

 

You might want to track down "The Joe South Tribute Record" on the Jackpine Social Club label to hear Paul's soulful take on 'Untie Me', a tune that Joe wrote for the Tams. Paul's in very good company on the album with other tracks from the likes of  Otis Clay, Kelly Hogan, Chuck Prophet, Kelly Stoltz and a grand assortment of other heavy hitters.

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