« Last post by napoleonboot on August 25, 2024, 06:05:02 PM »
For your listening pleasure here is "Portable Door", a tribute to Deep Purple. Portable Door was released as a single from DP's 2024 Album, "=1".
Our line-up was:
Vocals/Guitar/Mix&Master: George Williams (napoleonboot)
Keyboards: Jay Schankman (j)
Bass: Andy Gupta (AndyG6508)
Drums: Stephen Smith (Albino)
Most of us have done several DP covers together before, however this time we were joined by the most excellent Jay Schankman on keyboards, replacing Gary Miller (gone but not forgotten ). This is the first of the DP covers which I have mixed and mastered, previously Gary did that. These guys are brilliant musicians and a joy to work with. I am very proud of the results here - I have liked all the DP cover we have done, but this one best of all.
The song was written by Ian Gillan, Ian Paice, Roger Glover, Don Airey, Simon McBride & Bob Ezrin
Lyrics
[Verse 1] When it came to me one day in Jerksville Man, I was right on the edge That jacket’s too small for a man of your size And those socks are too big for your head
[Chorus] My eyes glaze whatever you say I’m listening, do tell me more It goes under the bridge, right over my head And out through my portable door
[Verse 2] I was trapped in a dire situation Between reason and someone-in-law The winner takes all and runs off with the ball Nothing could pleasure me more
[Chorus] Times were, I’d have spoken my piece For a minute or two held the floor But I can’t get a word in so here I am hurtling Right out through my portable door
[Instrumental Section]
[Chorus] The jabbering’s hurting my brain cells so bad For once in my life I am bored The public house beckons, I follow the call And slip in through my portable door
[Verse 3] The unlikely event came upon me I wasn’t prepared for the shock Once round my neck and twice round the deck And the rest disappeared up the block
[Chorus] So here we are and everything’s changed Faster than ever before You gotta be jokin’ man, what are you smoking Blow it out through my portable door
« Last post by napoleonboot on August 21, 2024, 03:31:25 AM »
This sounds great. A pleasure to work on.
I did have initial wobbles, firstly struggling to make sense of the AI vocals Bill had put in his guide track, and after that thinking the backing sounded like Alter Bridge, so trying (and failing) to sing in an Alter Bridge style. Then Bill told me just to make it my own, so I did, and it was then an easy ride. I just needed a kick up the ass.
« Last post by r4m on August 20, 2024, 06:06:23 PM »
As always, Great bunch of folks to play music with around here! Thanks for helping me get this junk off my mind. I've been bothered by the fake faith healers and such taking advantage of people. They claim to heal people and if the person isn't healed they blame it on the person due to lack of faith. They live lavish lifestyles at the expense of poor and people struggling just to get by. They have been exposed and continue. They give the church a bad name! They are a false religion. They seem to copy one another. Hence the name "Monkey See Monkey Do. Rant over ....
George..........vocals Jay..................keys Ken.................drums Nick................mix and master r4m................lyrics, guitars and bass
Monkey See Monkey Do
Monkey see monkey do the so-called prophet reads the room collect a survey at the door smack them down in the name of the Lord
(Silver and gold have I much)
Silver and gold have I much empty your pockets leave your crutch build my empire play my game on to the next town, do the same
prophets and healers war masses return for more politics are your new religion you are drowning but think you're swimming
Wizardry in the name of Almighty As the elect call out your er Rebuild the tower of Babel Your fate will surely meet you there
You blind your followers with threats from above you disguise hate with love Make no mistake, one day you'll stand in judgement at Almighty's hand
Silver and gold have I much empty your pockets leave your crutch build my empire play my game on to the next town, do the same
prophets and healers war masses return for more politics are your new religion you are drowning but think you're swimming
Wizardry in the name of Almighty As the elect call out your er Rebuild the tower of Babel Your fate will surely meet you there
You blind your followers with threats from above you disguise hate with love Make no mistake, one day you'll stand