Arlito's Way Podcast

Getting for possibly playing live again. Here's the title song to the Arlito's Way 2018 record. 

Some background to the song: I misspoke in the recording. The title, obviously is not Tired Days (I played that song last episode). It's Weak Ones. We originally recorded the song in the summer of 2000 at my friend Tuomas' parents' place while they were on vacation. A large window overlooking a beautiful yard with lots of tall trees. Wooden floors. It was our then band Hamble Doodle at its best. We played it all live and were stoked on the sound and the recording process. However, I knew next to nothing about recording and did the vocals on a SM58 in our drummer Thilo's attic. The vocals sounded super crappy. And in hindsight I must say the drum sound, despite Thilos flawless playing was too muffled. So I guess this recording will never see the light of day again. But I still draw from the material and still really enjoy playing the songs. This one uses lots of open chords in A-Minor. Lyrics: Weak Ones It started in the humble parts of the weak ones and the silent duck their heads. Groundbreaking ways to know to know, groundbreaking ways to know to do. Silence blowing for noone, wishers will be wishing to their ends, dreamers will remain dreaming, no improved perception in my hands. Nobody there to be down with noone to feel secure. What else? Please find my music on Spotify and all other streaming platforms by looking for Arlo Everling, Arlito's Way or Carlsten Powernap, which is the project I am doing with my friend Carsten Tabel. Check out what I found in the drawer, my latest release of old songs on Spotify Tiny songs by Carlsten Powernap on Spotify. Tiny songs...

Reminisence of my fathers place at the time. It brings back lots of emotions and memories. I was never too happy with the lyrics which is why I hadn't played it in years but that night it was there. Interesting how musical memory works. 

I recorded freak feathers at Hilmar Pauly's small studio in Gießen. He was using a terrific Neumann mic (sorry I can't remember models or anything but he told me it was an original from previous eras) and he recorded on tape which I had always wanted to try to see if it really does sounds warmer. He was really nice and gave me the confidence to successfully record a bunch of songs. When researching his name I found out that he passed away in 2019 so R.I.P. Hilmar and thanks so much. A little side note: Hilmar invented the Pauly Pop filter which apparently is a high end version of the thing and is sold worldwide and the company is still up and running.  Hope you enjoy the podcast and the song. Please feel free to get in touch.  

I wrote this one a while back in my old apartment on an eight track. It was all improvised and I used drum machines and other instruments. Over the years it has become what I played here. It's one of my dearest songs because it is such a time travel experience going back to my childhood and my youth. Lyrics: Memory laundering machine Buggies and butterflieswho hears the silent sighs?hightech cribs and fancy sipssat at my spot at my favorite barwaitin' for you to show up and did you show up?I guess you didn’t because I didn’t see youthe window was so steamy I couldn’t even see throughit was special you know like when anything mattersand soon all my dreams lay there defenseless and shattered and the bartender minded her own businessand though she didn’t speak she asked mewhat the fuck is this?I kept flipping through my phone and thumbing through my memoriesate a tuna sandwich that I took for a ham and cheeseand the rusty pieces we jammed over garden fencesinto concrete driveways vandalist romancestrashcans thundering through the darknessslicing the night and although it seemed harmlessI barfed red wine that looked just like rotten bloodyou asked me if I was ok and all I did was nod you lived above a gunshop that sold hunter’s equipmentthe dark red doorway was now soaked in the scentof red whine and vomit and I could only hum itthis was no summit your room was badly lit I plugged into the memory laundering machine because I knew you were gone and would not come back at a thrift store I found a turtleand I bought it for next to nothingI fed it sage and myrtleand I kept it ...

In a way the song reflects what was on my mind at that time: Skateboarding / joy and inner turmoil / hardship.I sat at my mother's piano one summer and realized I could combine Fmaj7 and Am7 bueatifully using the same finger positions on the keyboard (I know next to nothing about playing the piano but I'll dabble). Also there was a lot of influence from the days that I played Neil Young songs with my father. Those left an impact that will last forever. I once played in an indie band and the singer Louisa always liked the song which is why I am dedicating it to her. Hope you're doing great! LYRICS: Latenight chocolate chip on hometurf I roll till I trip a sea of irony with concluding little dots a hot shot on the early sky of stars and freedom fighting bots stories of friends lie at hand the individual lie a repeating morning cool hands cry for help but cannot lower the beating Is there a tab in my side that just pumps me empty or a fox in your hair that humps your granny I mean tranny you're the one most beautiful and I keep all the acts packed in tries (found the third verse on youtube of all places) slap the crap out of meaningful eyes go home in the oven there's plenty french fries those eyes, eyes got me so struck sighing burp in the fridge I find ketchup If you'd like to see an old live performance go to: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gv_lXa-OdOsf

A lot happened on that trip. I met Lance Mountain at YMCA Skatecamp at Lake Sequoia. Colt Cannon was a counselor there too, super nice. My favorite skateboarder of all time, Corey Ryan (Have you seen him?) was also a camper there. Late at night, before heading back to Frankfurt I met Cairo Foster at Union Square and was blown away by his energy and consistency. He was doing high speed backside noseblunt slides whiles the rest was hanging out. It was pretty dark too. I couldn't do anything, not even a noseslide and was star struck when he shook my hand and greeted me.  The next day I was wandering around on my own and I wrote puke machine.  Lyrics: Boy, my butt is a wreck wounded from all the sitting but my legs are too tired to carry my body around any more. What is this smell? All the noises.  My nose and ears can't seriously take no more. Fall in love a dozen times. These stars they shine.  Hardly impressed by exhaustion.  I never do... Enormous clouds, weightless above the ground us floating through goalless, mindless, brainless.  The body is just a transporting good a machine to bring us to our place.  Although we don't know we get there finally.  Seems kinda magical.  Fall in love a dozen times. These stars they shine.  Hardly impressed by exhaustion.  I never do... Stare at me but act as if you would not as soon as I answer your staring.

Hope you enjoy my podcast. Please feel free to recommend it to others and get in touch and visit my website: www.gitarlo.com or shoot me an email info@gitarlo.com The song is in a-minor. The main melody is a, G, F, E it's been inspired by "Skatepunk" bands I liked at the time. I knew nothing about music theory but I enjoyed playing the main theme. The switch to A major in the chorus was new to me as I had always played the song using powerchords.  Lyrics:  I won't just listen  to what you're telling me about the things you hear and read I'm more interested in my own mind and my own problems there are things in my head sometimes I wish I was dead my brain's in a casket feat and emptiness flooded in my mind something broken behind And I wonder why I can't sleep at night  I have to fight with my nightmares Almost everyday I get down to pray in my church of misery yeah my only peaceful place I like to be alone I like to be alone and read the sun comes through red broken window glass and it gets warm inside And I wonder why I can't sleep at night  I have to fight with my nightmares

Hope you enjoy my podcast. Please feel free to recommend it to others and get in touch and visit my website: info@gitarlo.com The song is in e-minor. The main melody is G, F#, E, D it's been inspired by Karate's This Day Next Year. I really loved and still love the album Unvsolved a lot. It's one of my favorites actually.  I played the song as a three part in a poetry performance Honeymoon Fishing Regatta, I did in 2001 at Juz Bad Nauheim. I think I'll play the others soon, it's been a while.  Lyrics:  Where I'd be with the world I leave behind Where I'd be and a secret spot in time Where I'd be trying to stash away my fright Where I'd be is where I'd be inside Where I'd be with a thousand points of light You can't see as I'm shyning through your night Moon and sea is just right outside that door.  You can't see 'cause you're still asking for more In your eyes a thousand points of light In your eyes that just shined away my fright In your eyes light curtains to the stars In your eyes I can't believe I asked for more Deep down below beneath colors and shades beyond fellows and mates far away from self inside knife right through your heart no more head up high no more silly talk no more weightless walk surface broken through ice cracked wind blows hard sliding, drifting right back to the start