“Sweet Sugar Mama” is the very first song I ever wrote for Will. Before I asked Will if he wanted to sing in our band, I had always played hard rock and rap songs in the bands. I had never heard a voice that had moved me so heavily as Will Blackburn’s voice, and I knew that I had to adjust my writing to fit such an eloquent crooning vocal style. When I wrote this song we were only 16 years old, and I had recently fallen in love with my high school girlfriend of who I am proud to say I am still dating!
Recording a song is magic. It is where a band takes an idea and brings it to life. When a band performs live an incredible moment can be presented, but it is not captured. Whether is is Led Zeppelin's "Stairway to Heaven," or a song that is never heard, a recording becomes an Artist's permanent document of their legend. That is why this week we wanted to share to you the naked truth of a rough mix.
When I was eleven years old I got into a bad accident. My body got sucked under the wheels of a tractor trailer, and I was dragged. I was taken to MUSC for about three weeks and took on three surgeries. I almost lost my life as just a young child. Yet, with this terrible event came so many blessings. I now understand the extremely fragile traits of life. This life is not a promise and everyday should be appreciated to its fullest.
This week's Rough Mix Monday is a live acoustic recording of "Purple People." This live track was recorded at The Jam Room Recording Studio in Columbia, SC during an on air interview with 92.1 The Palm this past weekend. Purple People is a song of truth and equality, that brings light to the shadows of distraction that cripple modern society. There is nothing more honest than a live acoustic recording, so enjoy and please comment and share below!
Violet Violence Violins Decrescendo
TheSilence of the Sirens Saying Secrets in my Window
The wind knows waves, are simply just the slaves
Of the echos of their power pushing forgotten graves
Grave digger grave digger ruby red find
sell the broken bones and gems and buy yourself a mind
Think well, oh well; maybe its too late
I’ll trade the gems for my guilt and make a cleaner slate
Red, yellow, black, or white union in the steeple
But don’t you dare forget about the purple people
Purple people pray that Pipers pay the Prince’s papers
Now the Moon is murdered making the Sun another faker
The Purple People they will rise Clash the colors and start a riot we can’t see we can’t see the purple people are just you and me
He’s a mad man sad man very very bad man
the clashing colors make a river of blood
Place the bones back in the grave and chase our fears into the cave - cave cave cave man, crack the whip a slave man
Roses red violets blue that makes purple when you mix the two
So what is mine and yours and yours is mine so smoke my pipe and drink my wine
drink my wine until you’re drunk until you’re feet swing past that trunk
Strange fruit Strange Fruit Ripe Ready Strange Fruit
You can can keep a doggy locked up in a their cage but if that door swings open say hello to his rage
They think they’re in their caves crawling while they’re crying
but the purple man has a plan and is rising up a riot
Riot riot ha ha ha ha - Riot riot ha ha ha ha
Riot riot shh hush be quiet - the purple man made his plan releasing a riot