The 'difficult' second Danbert Nobacon album, The Library Book of the World, is seaworthy and has set sail, leaving the Eastern Seaboard on August 13th, released by BLOODSHOT RECORDS of Chicago. The European arrival will be on September 21st, UK on September 24th, again flying the Bloodshot skull and cow bones.
As the Virginia Daily Press wrote recently the album "raises the rogue flag and sets the sails aflame with a rousing set of riot-folk and heretical sea shanties, " coming a little over 400 years to the day after the English first landed in what became Jamestown and the Virginia colony.
Hear tracks and see video at: www.myspace.com/danbertnobacon
APOLOGIES ... to those searching this site for the lyrics to the album. I have not posted them yet, but you can find them at the Bloodshot Records web-site, via link above.
Coming twenty two years after my first solo album,' we are seeing some fine pisseree all over the Stone Roses 'longest ever second album to record,' times about five, in the Gurners' Book of Wreckery.
In actual fact the record came together very quickly from songs mostly written over a year beginning spring 2005, whilst the plan to record them only began to take shape before Christmas 2005. The album itself, was recorded and mixed in eight days in Chicago in May 2006 under the able stewardship of co-pilots Jon Langford and John Rice, and mostly using the trusted band of brigands sometimes known as The Pine Valley Cosmonauts and and some of whom feature on Mr Langford's own recent solo albums, All The Fame of Lofty Deeds (Bloodshot 2005) and Gold Brick just out on (Roir 2006).
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Ship's log
Jon Langford - electric guitar, banjo, tack piano and backing vocals.
John Rice - acoustic guitar, electric guitar, mandolin, bouzouki, dobro, steel guitar, sitar, fiddle and tack piano.
Dan Massey - drums, percussion.
Al Doughty - bass.
Pat Brennan - piano, organ, accordion.
Danbert Nobacon - lyrics, tunes, acoustic guitar and vocals.
Dan Dietrich - engineer
Vaudeville
The Library Book of the World (as in the CD) is a theatrical concept album about trying to write a book on our current global predicament, in which I play the role of psychic medium plugged into the mainline of human history, hearing voices from present ghouls and future ghosts as well. Well that was yesterday. Today it's vaudeville on a convict ship, a tale of being held in isolation in the hold, and cut adrift in the rising seas of the Atlantic, haunted by Perception Management Inc.'s best lines, and wrestling with every sleight of language in the attempt to dislodge the mirage of our consent. Tomorrow, as the waves are crashing all around, it will be fifteen songs which form a partial soundtrack to the history/current affairs book I am actually writing, (working title Smart Lies, Secret Wars and Climate Revolt)
Atlanticana?
The album is all done and dusted, but the shifting sand gets in your shoes and it becomes hard to stand still. The music is off kilter, off balance, sliding around on deck, sea legs giving way, storm movin' in. We don't know which way the ship is headed or how many times it's been back and forth, or if we are cast adrift and forever lost in the mists of Atlanticana, somewhere fatally short of land.
Revelation
The tales therein are a microcosm of vastly bigger story, still undecided as to whether it is searching for a middle or an end, in a world still being invented. Praying that our legs will not cave in from exhaustion of endlessly treading water, we don't know if the numbness we are feeling is that of already having begun to sink below the surface. The search then for an actual Library Book of the World is undertaken not knowing if such a thing exists, what form it inhabits if it does exist, or if it will even offer any ways out of our collective hole if we actually find it? Do we indeed have any power to change the script or are we part of a sick joke like the punch-line at the end of the Book of Revelation whereby we are damned by our nature, if we do not change the script, and damned by Power if we do?
Funny ha ha
So it comedy then?
Yeh it's funny too.
Yeh right'
Yeh, but no but yeh. Or as the old comedian Frank Lee used to say, "You gotta laugh though?" But hey what do I know?'
What? … hearing voices? laughing at his own jokes?
dates on both sides of the Atlantic thrown in ...
