Wherever you go, whatever you say, whatever exciting new people you meet, if you’re broken that’s not gonna fix it. Changing your environment might put your problems on hold for a few weeks, months or years….. but YOU are the one that really has to kick them out…..
What was that lightbulb joke again….”How many psychiatrists does it take to change a lightbulb? One – but the lightbulb must really want to change…” It took me quite a while to see the light but at least I got a song out of it.
All the Way celebrates my band Kathy X playing some damn fine songs for over a decade! Loosely categorised as psychobilly but basically anything we felt like playing
2002 – I’d been living in Berlin for a year or so. I had a demo and was trying to get gigs in the clubs there for my non-existent band. At the same time I was trying to lure musicians into my non-existent band with promises of non-existent gigs. This philosophical dilemma was eased somewhat when a mutual friend introduced me to Mr Rob Raw (above) at a record hop in the Franken Bar and solved when I encountered Mr Dave Crome – then pursuing two lively young women and pausing briefly to take the drumstool at a jam session – in the now-extinct “Floez”
shortly afterwards were rocking out at the Berlin 2002 Tattoo Convention….Mr Crome obeyed the siren call of his native Philadelphia, returning there in 2006, but we soldiered on and now his successor Dr Duck occupies the hallowed Kathy X drumstool and plays on the first six tracks of this album. Physical and ethereal versions of All the Way HERE
Some people empathise, some negotiate, some run away….and some pile on the pressure till there’s an explosion. They blame everyone and everything but themselves. Crawling from the rubble -repeatedly – is what this song’s about. You tried and tried and tried but that person just does their same old stuff.
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I wrote Life Number Nine when I realised just how many disasters I’d managed to survive…..first two lives were bright and shiny and innocent, then it all went downhill faster than a cat falling off a balcony till i had a pit stop at Number Eight and managed to squeeze belatedly into Life Number Nine. Which is actually pretty sweet. Better late than never.