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Jon's Birthday #30

by A bit Much

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Willow Washburn A shade of 'Starless and Bible Black' era King Crimson introduces itself to the ABM palette without doing a damn bit of overshadowing. That, in itself, is beyond impressive.

And that's just the A side! Favorite track: You're Too Old.
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And so you made your great escape From womb light to vaccination You were the hit of the summer And every year this day We set pastries aflame and Honor every wish that you utter Remember how then came to now You used to sleep so smugly Soiling yourself at will and when you wake Pull legs off your sisters and tell flies that they're dumb and ugly You wish that you could tell yourself now That it's more than just a practiced memory Too old to say what you like And too young to know what you mean I guess we'll leave you in a home Once you've reached your expiration Sell off the ranch and the Hummer And every year this day The children choke patterned nooses and Honor your belligerent sputter The orderly's endowed and you tell her how She can be best to your service Soiling yourself at will and when we come You flummox us for fun, you have a license to disturb us You'll be allowed any thought you can mouth Even when the pickings are lean, but now you're Too young to say what you like And too old to say what you mean You wanna imbibe this sawdust life With some cleaner kind of water But your throat is drier than your casual attire And the sands of Land's End's in your motor You can't decide if you should turn or brake harder This is your very special day Please send me the check when You've had your fill of the bourbon I made you paper-mache Take this commemorative plate and - Why do you look so uncertain? I hope you like all your consolation prizes I quite admire this edition Why for almost thirty years you've survived You can't stand it, but you still do a mean fetal position The post-hypnotic suggestion's cum traumatic You think you took a bullet in the spleen Too old to know what you like And too young to know what it means
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You're just a baby, darlin' In a bassinet of baby-blue Please don't let yourself get into thinkin' 'Bout other than that mobile over you Your Daddy told you double knot your laces Then disappeared into that horrid gloom And Mommy's now a guest aboard a saucer on a non-stop course Towards a station over Rigel 2 You're just a baby, darlin' So everything's impossible to do You're just a baby, you're just a baby With no one there to take good care of you You're being followed by a van through a parking lot There's a hand of Reese's Pieces being offered ad hoc You scram, the cam is jamming the petroleum for a maddening man You hear him wheezing through the breeze into a deep ravine So you scuttle up the bank into a different scene Three pigs, two social workers, Uncle Sam, and then a dentist or two: on you! You can't smoke 'cause you can't depress the lighter You can't cook 'cause you cannot reach the stove You can't open the Neurocrine or Pfizer But what you'd do with those God only knows Don't let me words get caught amongst your braces In February I'll be 32 You're just a baby, so please don't blame me If I'm too old to ever marry you You're just a baby, you're just a baby With no one there to take good care of you

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An elegy to the slouching hobble of aging. It makes you take your clothes off and go dancing in the formaldehyde!

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released June 17, 2011

Dough-boy Degan III - vocals, electric guitars, synthesizer
Abram Taber - electric bass, upright bass, timpani, cymbals
Jon Glancy - Eames drums and fine Turkish cymbals, Nasstoy
Morgan Evans-Weiler - violin
Beth Holub - viola
Cherry Kim - cello
Clicks Onahog Smith - quahogs
Ted Roland - clarinet
Bryan Murphy - trumpet
Seth Bailin - tenor saxophone
Frank Casados - bassoon
Jeff Palermo - trombone
Susan Putnins - ukulele

Horn arrangements by Clinton Degan and Abram Taber.

String arrangements by Abram Taber.

Engineered by Palana, Seth Bailin, Clinton Degan, and Abram Taber.

Mixed by Palana (palana.bandcamp.com)

Mastered by Nick Zampiello and Rob Gonnella at New Alliance East (www.newallianceeast.com)

Artwork by Brian R. Hart (www.thebrianhart.com)

Special thanks to Matt Lillis, Matt Studivan, Bob and Michele Glancy, Joseph G. Shea, Ethan Costello, Olivia Close, Kathy Liao, Steve Theo & Canada at Pirate Promotions (www.piratepirate.com), Tim Lillis, Al Polk, and to the lovely players and friends who made this all so probable.

Listen to our illustrious label mates or suffer infinite deaths at the hands of our private detective army: (www.polkrecords.org)

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A bit Much played their last show on December 30, 2011. The final line-up of the band featured Clinton Degan (vocals, guitar), Abram Taber (bass, vocals) and Jon Glancy (drums). Former members include Matt Lillis (bass, vocals) and Tim Lillis (piano, keyboard). Frequent collaborators included Curtis Killian (guitar), Bryan Murphy (trumpet) and Mike Padgett (saxophone). ... more

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