Jerry Velona

Jerry Velona
2013-09-04
Music and Lyrics by Jerry Velona

Story

 

My ode to the joys (and necessity) of non-digital communication and fun.

Jerry Velona - vocals and percussion

Debbie Pierre - backing vocals

Kevin Belz - guitar

Marty Richards - drums

Dave Limina - Hammond organ

Anthony Vitti - bass

Gordon Beadle - tenor sax

Phil Grenadier - trumpet

Bertram Lehman - percussion

recorded at Q Division Studios - Sean Cahalin engineer

Mixed by Ducky Carlisle at Ice Station Zebra

Mastered by Bill Bromfield - Clockwise Records Nashville

Lyrics

We would talk

Way back when

We were special

Now we’re them

Text me if you think that’s true

And what your advice is

 

You got yours

I got mine

We’re plugged in

All the time

It’s fine

We’re left to our own devices

 

At the club

It’s a scene

We sit gazing

At little screens

Splendid isolation

Comes with high prices

 

You got yours

I got mine

We’re plugged in

All the time

On line

We’re left to our own devices

 

 

Wavin’ my arms, tryin’ to get a reaction

You press Send after a while

Flashin’ me, that devil smile

What’s this picture, on my phone?

Oh baby – let’s get goin’

 

Honey I like your plan

To crack our digital crisis

Your photo very clearly shows

You’ve got some other devices

 

Let it ring

We’re not done

Makin’ noise like the blast of a shotgun

Real good time

We’re cookin’ up our own surprises

Back live

We’re playin’ with our other devices

Yeah, Devices

Playin’ with those love devices

Devices

Playin’ with those other devices

Devices

Playin with those love devices

 

©Jerry Velona 2013 All Rights Reserved

Jerry Velona
2014-11-10
Jerry Velona

Story

Christmas isn't always such a merry time.

Jerry Velona - vocal and drums

Duke Levine - guitar

Tom West - Hammond Organ

Paul Ahlstrand - tenor and bari sax

Phil Grenadier - trumpet

(horn arrangement by Paul Ahlstrand)

Recorded at Q Division Studios in Somerville, MA.  Engineered and mixed by Sean Cahalin

Mastered by Bill Bromfield, Clockwise Records, Nashville

Lyrics

Silent night - I'm out walkin'                                    

Couldn't sleep - so I'm talkin’                                  

To myself, cause you're not here

Just don’t feel like Christmas this year

 

Decks and halls, they are empty

No one’s comin' down the chimney.

Tonight, can't find no cheer

Just not feelin’ Christmas this year

 

I remember last year by the fire.

Was tellin’ my stories - I'm such a liar.

You loved me then in spite of myself.

Now I can't get that feeling from anyone else

 

Air is cold. Ice is glistening

I'd say I'm sorry but no one is listening

Merry lights blurred tonight through a tear

Just don't feel like Christmas this year

 

Tis no season, without you here

Just don’t feel like Christmas

 

 

© 2014 Jerry Velona – All Rights Reserved

Jerry Velona, featuring Debbie Pierre and J Ivy
2014-11-10
Jerry Velona, (adapted from Ghetto by Donny Hathaway and Leroy Hutson)

Story

Obviously influenced and an homage to the great Donny Hathaway and his tune "Ghetto" released in the 1970's. I added lyrics and rearranged the tune while keeping the original groove and vibe. Features spoken word artist J Ivy out of New York by way of Chicago added the rap section

Debbie Pierre - lead vocal

J Ivy - spoken word

Kevin Belz - guitar

Marty Richards - drums

Dave Limina - Wurlitzer piano and Hammond Organ

Anthony Vitti - bass

Bertram Lehman - percussion

Sarita Uranowsky - violin

Ro Rowan - cello

Jerry Velona - background vocals and low vocal

Sean Cahalin - background vocals

Lyrics

Maya was born in a town without pity – longed to be free from the bonds of the city

Working and saving what’s left of her wages

Dreaming of somedays; digesting the pages of the books she reads; two at a time

Far away…..

She’s gonna fly. Maya go fly

 

Tye waits on tables till the midnight hour

Doubles his efforts when things go sour

Notices the rainbow instead of the rain

Workin’ on skills past the point of the pain that he feels inside, wasting no time

Far away…..

He’s gonna fly. Tye gonna fly.

 

I ain’t going back to

The Ghetto

Ain’t going back no more

 

No, you ain’t doin’ what you wanna do

You’re doing what you’re supposed do

And you’re doin’ it well

Jerry Velona
2014-04-06
Sid Griffin composer

Story

I've always loved this song so decided to cover it. I enlisted the talents of two of my favorite musicians: Billy Loosigian on guitar and Richard Gates on bass. We recorded it at Woolly Mammoth studios in Waltham, MA with David Minehan engineering.

I've always loved this song and decided to cover it. I felt I needed to change a few lines in the lyric so I contacted Sid Griffin who wrote the tune while leading his band The Long Ryders.  Sid really liked our version and was very complementary and supportive. He didn't have a problem with me using the revised lyrics. Needless to say I was thrilled and flattered. He He's based in London now and has his own band called the Coal Porters.  About our version of his song Sid says:

"Jerry Velona once again proves his musical worth is a balls-to-the-wall cover version of the Long Ryders’ ‘Looking For Lewis & Clark’, a pounding yet melodic take which begs the question: where are the great and fearless leaders of the present day? Velona’s committed vocal and approach to the lyric may not provide a complete set of answers but oh Mercy, they frame the question so very, very well.”

Jerry Velona - vocals and drums

David Minehan - backing vocals

Billy Loosigian - guitars

Richard Gates - bass

Recorded at Woolly Mammoth Studios in Waltham, MA.  Engineered and mixed by David Minehan

Mastered by Bill Bromfield, Clockwise Records, Nashville

Lyrics

I thought I saw some diplomat hawking secret plans in the park

I thought I saw some citizen walking through a minefield late after dark

In a world of love where it burns like Nero

You bounce a fat check and they call you a hero

In a world of love where it burns like Nero

You bounce a check and you’re called a hero

Looking for Lewis and Clark

 

I was standing alone in the Public Garden

I was thinking about the late Tim Hardin

Well when Tim got to heaven he was on the lam

From a kind of world he didn’t understand

No one gave Tim reason to believe

So he just packed his bags to leave

Looking for Lewis and Clark

He was looking for Lewis and Clark

He was looking for Lewis and Clark

 

I thought I saw my government running away with my heart

I thought I heard the national anthem sung badly at Fenway Park

In his tangled web does the master deceive

Only himself while the rest of us grieve

Looking for Lewis and Clark

Looking for Lewis and Clark

Looking for Lewis and Clark

 

I said Louie Louie Louie Louie Lou

 

Looking for Lewis and Clark