

GLUM
| IMAGO | 72787-21037-2 |
1994 |
U.S.A. | C.D. |
| Produced By | Malcolm Burn, Howe Gelb and John Convertino |
| Recorded & Edited By | Trina Shoemaker |
| Mixed By | Malcolm Burn (7 & 10 - Trina Shoemaker) |
| Mixed At | Kingsway, New Orleans, LA |
| Recorded At | Kingsway, New Orleans, LA (93%) (11- Vocals at Harveys House of Music, Tucson, AZ) |
| (4 & 11 instruments at Jim Brady's by Jim Brady & Eric Westfall) (10-Patsy's Bedtime-Drum & Bass in N.O.) | |
| Published By | Amazing Black Sand (except: 11 - Acuff Rose Music) |
| Mastered At | Sterling Sound by Mister Master Ted Jensen |
| Management | Realization at 212-431-3676 (and well worth it) |
TRACK LISTING
| 1 | Glum | Howe Gelb | |||
| 2 | Yer Ropes | Howe Gelb | |||
| 3 | Happenstance | Howe Gelb | |||
| 4 | Frontage Road | Howe Gelb | |||
| 5 | 1 Helvakowboy Song | Gelb/Brown/Convertino/Cacavas | |||
| 6 | Painted Bird | Howe Gelb | |||
| 7 | Spun | Howe Gelb | |||
| 8 | Left | Howe Gelb | |||
| 9 | Faithful | Howe Gelb | |||
| 10 | Bird Song | Gelb/Indiosa Patsy Jean Gelb | |||
| 11 | I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry | Hank Williams, Snr. |
PERSONNEL
| Thanx to Harvey & Jessica Moltz. This whole mess would not've been possible w/out Ms. Kate Hyman: mastress of Psycology Reversal. Thank Tank -> John Hanlan, Karen Brady, Terry Ellis, Jimmie Mac, Jon Rosen, Richard Grabel, Steve Left, Jella Kuiper, Anthony Truer + Mickey, John Marckx, Tom Johnston, ABS and as always: Regina Joskow, Bettina Richards + Joyce Lineham. This record is severely dedicated to Pappy Allen. |
"Pappy
was human plutonium. After only sitting by his side, you would leave radiated. And this
was a radiation that would grow within you. And you could never forget it. If you never
stopped in Pioneertown to see him, then you are fortunate never knowing the pain of
missing him. He was the greatest human being on Earth, as far as I know." |
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Age Of Glum Wisdumb Hey Pal. Come a little closer. We should talk before it gets too late. I wanna explain my behavior pattern. Listen up. It's me. Glum boy. I'm oh so sad. Po me, wince. But lissen up. I'll be all happy later. Cause really I'm just a happy hick at heart. It's just lately here in me crusty last days of this century the burdensome task of breathing has become choreful and soreful. But thats not all sad. It's mostly funny. Ha ha ha By now we may have survived for the most part the slapping around of Jupiter by Shoemaker-Levy 9.... The string-of-pearls unstranded.... Drive-by shooting (stars). None the less you plop at the end of the day well worn and slip tongued. Good for ya. You'll need to leave the flip of lip for the shed of dead. It's a tuff shed. But we all get to shed. Just wait in line. Take/have a number. And in the meantime the little kids keep you laughing and runnin'.... plenty to do. Plenty not to. You don't realize how heavy you are! It takes a whole lot of magic and sinew to wake up out that door with each toe in tow and each vision in revision. Go and divide. Go and multiply. Or stay and reinvent. Just vent. So kick out the jams and lets party like it's 1994. |
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