https://archive.org/details/will-mark-8-20-17-set-2
Live recording of Will Alexander and I, playing at a groovy house on Masonic Ave. in the Haight Ashbury District of San Francisco, 2017. Fun times with cool freaks, glad I got to be there.
https://archive.org/details/will-mark-8-20-17-set-2
Live recording of Will Alexander and I, playing at a groovy house on Masonic Ave. in the Haight Ashbury District of San Francisco, 2017. Fun times with cool freaks, glad I got to be there.
Well, I think so, anyway!
Crow Crash Radio at 111 Minna Gallery, San Francisco ca. 2018.
Photo by Rose Vekony.
Last installment of lyrics from a project that did not get past the conceptual phase. Singing drummers ain't really a thing, unless you're Levon Helm.
All lyrics copyright Mark W. Pino
QUIETER REINFORCEMENT
DEERFIELD FRENCH INDIAN
NICE STRONG ARM
YOUR DAD IS A BANK MAN
SNOW FILLED BOOTS
CORNFLOWER ADDRESS
THEY’RE SMALL AND BLUE
THIS IS NOT REAL
I AM MAKING UP DETAILS
SLEEPING THROUGH DREAMS
SLIPPING PAST BEINGS
NOT KNOWN
ONLY SCREENED
SIX SQUISHES
GOLDEN LIGHT
OVER TWIN PEAKS
IN C GLITTERING AFTERNOON
SPOOKED FOG BRAIN BANKS
SORE FEET AND HEADACHES
WALKING OVER MILES
SIX SQUISHES
DAY AFTER DAY
COOKED MEAT AND OFFAL
COFFEE AND STRESS
WAFTING OVER MISSION ST.
SHINING LIGHTS FROM THE PARKS ATOP THE HILLS
TEA AND SWEAT AND COVETING
AFTER BOOKS AND PLASTICS
ON COLUMBUS
NEEDLES AND PINS
AND MARKET ST. NAKED INVADING THE SCREENS
HIDDEN HOODS
CRASHING CARS
VAGUE STARES
HOSTILE CHOPS
BUMPING HEADS
CRUSHING SILENCE
SCREAMING TIMBRES
SUDDEN ENDS
The Three Phases of Natty Bumpbo
Forty years
Quest for feel
Zest for real
Quantum flowers
Flash forward
Blanket a tissue
Hackings deep and wide
Other side of arcade games
Lost change under
Inside this box
Outside the books
Crossing the rivers
Language and
High Lonesome
Time stopped!
https://archive.org/details/c-19-garage-02-01-manic-d
These recordings are of Cartoon Justice stripped down to a trio of Mika, Kersti, and myself. Recorded under heavy manners in Richmond, CA, June of 2020.
A fun, willfully weird band that I loved being involved in. A different time, now gone.
.....and, part two of this set of lyrics from a project that didn't get off of the ground. The plan seemed to be that I would sing and play drums. Singing drummers are never the best choice, unless you're nomeansno.
All lyrics Copyright Mark W. Pino
BARRINGTON BLUES
OUR AGENTS HAVE WHISPERED….
“D.A.W.”
SERVICES RENDERED INSUFFICIENT
OMNI
TELEGRAPH DERELICT
AVENUE OF FOOLS
HIS TIME IS PAST
SUPERFLUOUS PLANS
NOW RENDERED MOOT
HIDEAWAY! HIDEAWAY!
BEST THING FOR YOU REALLY
THE INSURMOUNTABLE LOCKS
NO TEARS
ON THESE BLOCKS
EARLY DAMAGE
ACID CRONE
TAPPING ON WINDOW PANE
HOW I LONG TO LEAVE YOU
SAW YOU ON T.V.
SUICIDE SWEET
BEATING ON THE TRAPS
I STOLE SOME THINGS FROM YOU
WHERE ARE YOU FLOATING?
BREASTED READ
DRIVING NAKED
AND RUT
YOU HELD OUT YOUR HAND
AND SAID “NO MORE”
…AND THESE ARE ONES I SAW
GRATEFUL TO THEM ALL
EARLY DAMAGE DONE
JIMI
SOME OF THE VULTURES ARE STILL THERE
YOUR PANTS ARE HANGING IN THE CLOSET
DIPPERMOUTH BLUES
THE GOOD LIFE
CIVIL WAR
RELISH….RAW HONEY….
MEANS NOTHING TO ME
WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO YOU
WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO ME
WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO THEM
WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO YOU
ALL OF THE CROWS ARE ON THE WIRE
YOUR PANTS ARE CRUMBLING IN THE MUD
IGUANA SUBCULTURE
ANGRY PRUNES
PRICKLEY GENIUS
MOLDY FIGS
GRINDING OLD AXES
DOWN TO THE NUBS
OF MEANING
WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO ME
WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO THEM
WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO YOU
WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO ME
This set of lyrics was written for a music project that didn't get past the conceptual phase. Seeing as that they are the only evidence of a project that didn't get too far, and that I kind of like them, I figure to post them here as evidence of some kind of activity in the last years of my "career".
All lyrics Copyright Mark W. Pino
If you use them, pay me. I you use them and don't pay me, you suck.
DRAINAGE CHANNEL CHRONICLES
LITE BRITE DESIRED
PROBABLY NOT THERE ANYMORE
CONCRETE HILL
UP ALL NIGHT
RARE BLUE SKY
CANYON CREEP
“IT’S COMPELLING”
AMOK PAGES
WHAT DID THEY DO IN THERE?
RED CURTAIN CAVE
NAUGAHYDE SEATS
PROMO PICS
GREASY NOTHING
“YOU’RE MY FRIEND, RIGHT”
DUDE I HARDLY KNOW YOU
….PASS THE SALT
I WANNA GO HOME
STRANGE RED CARPET
DAN IN DENIAL
BROKEN AXLE
HIPSTER GLARES
MILES AWAY
FUN BY THE BEACH
BEERS AND WEED
WEBER TONE BELLS
SPLASHING IN WATER
SPRING FORWARD YEARS
DRIVE ALL DAY
WEIRD WEDDING
PAST LIES REVEALED
PACHUCA LINES UP THE BLOCK
SMALL FRY FROM BRITAIN
LONG WALKS THROUGH STAIRCASES
WHITE GIRL AND GIN
LOADING UP VENICE
WALKING PAST GRIT BOYS
ENGINE WAS FLAKING
BEYOND BAROQUE FUN
DOWN BY THE RIVER
THE NATIVES ARE DROWNING
THE BAR IS NOW CLOSING
TO THE DESERT WE RUN
YOU KNOW YOU FUCKING HATE IT
LIKE AN AXE WITHOUT A HANDLE
LIKE A CAR WITHOUT A WHEEL
LIKE A ROAD WITH ITS GRAVEL
LIKE A COP WITHOUT A FEEL
LIKE A POT WITHOUT A FLAME
LIKE A RIFLE WITHOUT BULLETS
LIKE A JAZZMAN WITHOUT A HORN
LIKE A TUB WITHOUT A PLUG
IF NOT NOW THEN WHEN X3
LIKE A RIVET WITHOUT ITS PLATE
LIKE A FENCE WITHOUT ITS POSTS
LIKE A BOOK WITHOUT ITS PAGES
LIKE A VIRUS WITHOUT ITS HOSTS
LIKE A DRILL WITHOUT A BIT
LIKE AN AWL WITHOUT SOME LEATHER
LIKE A JACK WITHOUT A SPRING
LIKE A SAW WITHOUT ITS TEETH
IF NOT NOW THEN WHEN X3
GIG ECONOMY PARKING LOTS OF AMERICA
STAR IS LIVING IN HER CAR
AND SHE’S AFRAID OF I & I
HOW IS YOUR BURING GOING
ARE YOU ENJOYING THE HEAT OF FIRE?
ARE YOU LOOKING OUT YOUR WINDOWS?
ARE YOU LONGING FOR THE DAYS?
MY PEN IS NOT BROKEN YET
FROM WRITING DOWN THE MILES.....
BUT THAT WON’T MAKE YOU SAFE
AND IT’S NOT GETTING BETTER
IT’S NOT GOING AWAY
NOT AFTER A WEEK
NOT AFTER 90 DAYS…..
https://archive.org/details/file0436
This recording, made in Scarp's basement studio in Oakland, Summer 2010, seems to me to be a great example of the grooving jam band vibe that Barney Cauldron was able to achieve. I actually remember this jam; we were all elated as it unfolded, and at its conclusion. Ah, the possibilities. Not sure why Scott quit, he just told me that he didn't want to play with me anymore. That shit happens, I've done it, too.