Twenty-Fifth Number

All new music from:
 Don Piper, Kate Jacobs, Peter Blegvad, Stivali Comodi, Jody Harris, Dave Schramm, Amy Allison, Karen Mantler, Peter Holsapple, and Laura Cantrell w/Tracyanne Campbell

Presented by: Nicholas Hill

The Radio Free All Stars: Dave Schramm, David Mansfield, JD Foster, Konrad Meissner and Andy Burton

Beautiful Brooklyn Recording! Thanks Andy Taub! This show was pure chaos to organize but went down smooth as glass.

Don Piper, Nobody You Know (Don Piper); recorded live with the Radio Free All Stars; Situational Sounds (ASCAP)

Kate Jacobs, Slow Dancing to Aqualung (Kate Jacobs); recorded live with the Radio Free All Stars; Small Pond Music (BMI)

Peter Blegvad, Mind the Gap (Peter Blegvad); performed and recorded by Peter Blegvad; Copyright Control Peter Blegvad

Stivali Comodi, Where You Are (JD Foster, Alexandra Spaulding, Adrian Olsen); performed and recorded by Stivali Comodi; Copyright Control Stivali Comodi

Jody Harris, Dirty Little Clouds (Jody Harris); recorded live with the Radio Free All Stars; Copyright Control Jody Harris

Dave Schramm, The Dark Spark (Dave Schramm); recorded live; Hot Stove Music (BMI)

Amy Allison, Long Island Rocks (Amy Allison); recorded live with the Radio Free All Stars; Shop Girl Songs (BMI) admin. Bug Music

Karen Mantler, Catch as Catch Can (Karen Mantler); performed and recorded by Karen Mantler; Copyright Control Karen Mantler

Peter Holsapple, Ashes (Peter Holsapple); performed and recorded by Peter; Hospital Music (BMI) admin by Bug Music

Laura Cantrell, Glass Armour (Laura Cantrell/Tracyanne Campbell); performed and recorded by Laura, with live overdubs by the Radio Free All Stars; Universal Music Publishing Ltd. admin. by Universal Music – MGB Songs (ASCAP)/Thrift Shop Songs (BMI) admin. by BMG/Chrysalis

Recorded by Andy Taub at Brooklyn Recording; September 26, 2012

Assisted by Don Piper

Notes:

Peter Holsapple: Ashes. Well, it sounded better than ‘cremains’ I think. I realize people think I sing about death and dying with my tongue planted in my cheek all the time, and thus must believe I’m a callous swine to be so insensitive. This song is kind of personal, though; it took several years for me to inter my father’s ashes, which sat on a bookshelf for a couple years after he died. A part of me maybe wanted to hang on to him a little longer, even though I knew I should get him to the family plot in Hudson, New York. Another part couldn’t get the trip north together.

No drums, too late to put them on, plus it would’ve made it less intimate.