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The song is about a real fridge but the idea came from: I downloaded a 'fridge door' to add to my Myspace page on which you can write messages with 'magnetic' letters - it took me a while to realise I was sharing this fridge with someone else.
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Touching, funny, serious, award-winning songs about life and love; all penned, played, arranged, sung, recorded and mixed by Al.
So he never existed... not really, as a real person. He made himself up one day in 1969 and lived a dual existence: half of him surviving on dead-end jobs, the other half believing that one day he would write at least one song that the world would remember. Now half of him is dead, and, as with all conjoined twins (without major surgery) that sentences both of them. It would be sad if it wasn't so pathetic. Fairy-tales always end this way... well not always, rarely... and this was rarely a fairy-tale; so there the similarities end: the ending was neither sad nor happy - it just... was. The enigmatic and tragic Jackson C Frank was a hero of his... now he emulates that frail and failed soul. Maybe in 40 years people will still say 'Al who?', much as they do today. That would be both a great epitaph, and a fitting legacy. Below is the page as he inexplicably and hurriedly left it: hot meal still on the table; knife and fork still in place and at the ready; the drink untouched in the bone china cup... ************************************************************* I now have an album: 'The sentence that I serve' available from CD baby. Click on this mini album cover to take you there: INVALID -- CDBABY INVALID INVALID INVALID INVALID for AL STRAVINSKY: The sentence that I serve -- It's on iTunes too, where the whole album or individual tracks can be downloaded in mp3 format: http://phobos.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewAlbum?playListId=216015067 Thanks. I've been a professional musician for 24 years, and over 3000 gigs (I've stopped counting); always working, travelling, trying to make ends meet...nearly...if you could just hold these a minute please...er...thanks: my hands are now free so I can get on with actually (ironically) playing some music at last. I sing and play bass guitar and I play some acoustic/electric guitars also.
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Genre
Pop • Dance-Pop
Charts
Peak #89
Peak in subgenre #33
Author
Al Stravinsky
Uploaded
March 20, 2006
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MP3 3.3 MB • 128 kbps • 3:36
Story behind the song
From the album 'The sentence that I serve'. Click here for link: album cover I downloaded a 'fridge door' to add to my Myspace page on which you can write messages with 'magnetic' letters. I received all sorts of cryptic messages - it took me a while to realise I was sharing this fridge with someone else who had the same user name. Anyway, the idea of messages on a fridge gave me the idea for this song. There are two acoustic guitars on it plus vocal and backing vocals; the rest is sequenced: sweep-filtered hammond organ, filtered choir, piano, Rhodes, strings, and Moog bass. I did some filtering of the whole mix too, and, though it's a bit over done these days, I think it suits the mood.
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Verse 1 I spell out 'I dont want you' In letters bright and bold; It's to the point, uncomplicated, 'Cos I don't want to confuse you. When you left, I found a way To remind me how I feel each day. Chorus But I go out, I come back, Fridge says 'I want you'. If I go out, when I come back Fridge says 'I want you'. Verse 2 I cook up 'I dont need you' A sentence that I serve Cold, from the heart, and variegated, 'Cos I don't want to confuse you. The message is upbeat, at least to me - The only sad thing's the missing apostrophe. Chorus But I go out, I come back, Fridge says 'I need you'. If I go out, when I come back Fridge says 'I need you'. Middle 8 It was here when we first called this home; We'd stick our pictures, write notes upon it's Here though you're gone. Your photograph pulls out its tongue once more, Once more I turn your face to the door - I write some more: Verse 3 'I despise you', Hey fridge! Take the 'dont' from that; Now my heart is armour plated And my head is ready to lose you. A face at the window, you open the door, (I scatter the letters all over the floor) 'I was passing by. Any mail? Oh, and here's my key... Hey, there's no milk in here for the tea'. Chorus So I go out, I go out, So I go out, when I come back Fridge says 'I love you'. I go out, when I come back Fridge says 'I love you'. I love you... I love you... I love you...
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