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Gigantic

by Bruce Grover

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1.
Farmer Brown 04:16
Happy birthday Farmer Brown Have a good time but I won’t be around I hope your day just goes along fine I won’t be at yours but I’ll expect you at mine Happy birthday Farmer Brown I hope this phone call didn’t bring you down I’ll swing by next week with your gift It’s some music and that’ll give you a lift But it’s not the words that you say About the games that we play It’s what your actions say about How you really feel Happy birthday Farmer Brown Skip that phone call and let’s head into town We’ll window shop and just walk around And maybe buy a CD and just watch the town go by But it’s not the words that you say About the games that we play It’s what your actions say about How you really feel
2.
Island 05:05
So we drove out to the ocean All we were and we knew was all we had And we spent that night on the water It was deeper than we knew but we floated We two on an island We two in blue All I lost I found in you So we drove away from the ocean Into wider mid-western open skies And we’re crossing more than one border All we have and all we’ll be is open, open We two on an island We two in blue All I lost I found in you
3.
September night walk home alone With the laundry and the deli on the right Walking by the convenience store See them standing in the door Another happy couple in line Holding hands September night walk home alone Past the statues and the trash in the park Walking by the video store See them standing in the door Another happy couple in line Holding hands But it’s not who they are that makes me lonely And it’s not who I am to be jealous of them But I’m looking through the window At what they got And it just reminds me Of what I’m not And I’m sick of being lonely So I hold on to me only ‘Cause I’m sick of being lonely But I’ll walk home alone again I’m sure So I turn and slowly head home On this September Nights are always the worst And this one won’t be the First one, and look there’s another Happy couple With their goofy displays of affection Grabbing at my attention Is a hotel room worth a mention I hope they got protection against September night walk home alone Down my street again Walking by the liquor store See them headed out the door Another happy couple holding hands At the end of their day And it’s just who they are that makes me jealous And it must be who I am that makes me lonely
4.
Rock Star 04:47
We’re in trouble. We got super models as role models. We idolize movie stars who aren’t so bright We got politicians by birth right And everybody wants to be a movie star But not me. I want to be a rock star Or just a little quasar Or a 15-minute dwarf star Or just a blip on the radar You can go to your corporate whirl Or become one. Either way you’re screwed We’re in trouble. I’m changing the channels but it doesn’t change me. I’m still on my sofa with my fat head And my 401k is being bled By Arthur Anderson So can I be a rock star Or just a little quasar Or a 15-minute dwarf star Or just a blip on the radar You can go to your corporate whirl Or become one. Either way you’re screwed You got your big house and your big car too But I’ll never see you driving it down Blue Hill Avenue You got your fancy house out in Brookline But you’re scared to ride on the Orange Line Ride on the Orange line Straight through the color line Ride through the color line We’re in trouble. We got super CEOs as role models And all the black boys go to jail While the white CEOs are making bail And all of them want a handgun but not me Cause I’d rather be a rock star Or just a little quasar Or a 15-minute dwarf star Or just a blip on the radar Or even a folk singer star You can go to your corporate whirl Or become one. Either way you’re screwed You can go to your corporate whirl In America
5.
Honey Bun 03:31
It’s some kind of kooky mystery All this love in me I laugh at you and cry at commercials on TV Hold that thought Take a number I stand in line for you And I’ve been saving all this For the right time and place I think I’ve been saving all this for you So we’re opening the sun Baby you’re my honey bun Oh my precious little monkey Eyes like augies, smiles like tomorrow You recognized me First try, straight out of the starting gate Mmm you slay me every time No one else can possibly ever touch this No one else can possibly kiss me like you do You’re my honey bun, my apple pie My triple-chocolate mousse cake You’re my cantaloupe, watermelon, pecan pie, My peach-ginger sorbet You’re everything I ever wanted in a dessert
6.
Fishes 03:53
If I asked you a question and let it sit And waited for an answer would you answer it All my wishes like fishes in a jar Looking at your choices tells me who you are I walk the city counting trees I recognize the same drunks that she sees All my birds are singing in a cage Looking like a hipster doesn’t hide your age But no matter how you fly You’re way up high So if I open and let it show You’d see what hasn’t burned out is just a glow But all my lights are slowly coming on Put another match to wick before the fires gone No matter how you fly You’re way up high All my wishes like fishes finally free Swimming from the shore line out to the open sea No matter how you fly You’re way up high No matter how high you fly No matter how, when, or why I’m going for the pie in the sky I want to be up high No matter how high you fly No matter if you laugh or cry In stormy or clear blue skies You are way up high And no matter how you fly You’re way up high
7.
Tiny 02:24
I’m tiny when you’re beside me I feel big when I wear your wig I feel small next to all Then I feel gigantic I’m the wide-open Atlantic Ocean All gray emotion The only thing worse Than my empty bed Is the hole in my head I’m too nice to screw you over twice But I’m too mean to play on the same team I feel, well, kind of vague Like my brain is delayed And then I feel specific I’m the wide-open Pacific Ocean All blue emotion The only thing worse Than my empty bed Is the hole in my head
8.
Times 02:59
One of my down times When I don’t know what you want for me So I stutter when I sing for you And I fall when I run to you And I stay down when I should get up for you One of my alone times When I don’t know what I want for me Alone again with all these voices And my scary choices And I don’t know which way to go One of my joy times When the light filters down to me And I laugh at how small I am And I cry at how glad I am And I let go of all that I am Funny how we paint our lines
9.
Prairie 02:02

about

Boston, September 2002-- "RockFolk. Folk. Rock. Whatever you want to call it -- it's acoustic music for the modern world," says Bruce Grover of his debut solo CD Gigantic, released on his own imprint Buji Baba Records. The nine songs on the disc feature Bruce's distinctive voice and acoustic guitar, cello, and drums.

"Gigantic is gigantic 'cause it's a huge step for me," Bruce says. "I've been in bands and written music for other people but always wanted to make this record."

While fronting the noisy but melodic Boston band little a, which played up and down the East coast supporting three full-length CDs and multiple singles, Bruce was slowly writing Gigantic in his tiny apartment in the Fenway neighborhood of Boston. Gigs writing and performing music for internationally acclaimed movement-theater artist Erika Batdorf and Boston's up-and-coming modern dance wonder Digby Dance began to show Bruce he could write.

"In little a I didn't write the music," Bruce explains. "I just wrote the words and screamed my head off. Playing with Erika and Digby Dance was really encouraging because I had to play guitar and piano and get good enough to be the live soundtrack."

Gigantic features Bruce's range of voices -- from full throated wailing to floating falsetto -- and expressive acoustic guitar. Cellists Angela Letizia and Reimar Seidler fill out the tracks, bringing an unusual beauty to the songs. Ken LaRouche, formerly of the world-music band Do'ah, plays a stunning alto-flute solo on Times.

Angela plays with Bruce regularly and contributes a keen musicality to the songs and an engaging presence to live shows. Since taking up the cello at age 4, Angela has played with a variety of ensembles from the New England Philharmonic to the rock band Moxie.

"Working with Bruce has given me the opportunity to take the cello beyond mere accompaniment," Angela says. "I get to be an equal partner to the voice and have to use the breadth of the instrument to match the range of Bruce's writing."

David Westner, drummer with Boston folk phenomenon Jabe, co-produced, recorded, mixed, and mastered the disc at David Minnehan's Woolly Mammoth Studios in Boston. He also played drums on Tiny and Farmer Brown.

The range of songs on Gigantic shows the distance Bruce has come from just being a singer to pulling together an entire record. From the art-rock-ness of Wishes Fishes to the biting commentary of Rock Star to the dreamy Island, the songs tell stories of urban isolation, love, and post --modern life with words that are by turns poetic and hilarious.

For all its variety, Gigantic never loses its focus and has a consistent vibe that is somehow unique. The songs are based in American music but are tinged with eastern melodies reflecting the six years Bruce lived in India as a child and a year in Israel after high school.

Combining "strikingly sensitive and poetic lyrics" (The Boston Globe) with a "haunting voice and expressive acoustic guitar" (The Boston Phoenix) Gigantic is rockfolk for the modern world.

credits

released September 1, 2002

Bruce Grover: Vocals, guitars, bass. David Westner: Drums. Angela Letizia: Cello (2, 4, 5, 9). Reinmar Siedler: Celle (1, 6, 8). Ken LaRouche: Alto flute on TImes. Tara Smith: Backing vocal on Wishes. Produced by Bruce Grover and David Westner. Recorded, mixed and mastered at Woolly Mammoth, Boston. Design: Mick Khavari at Tinderbox Studios. Cover photos: David Torres. Interior photo: Mick Khavari. All songs copyright 2002 Bruce Grover. Buji Baba Records.

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Bruce Grover New York, New York

Grew up in India, Maine, Israel, Boston, New York City. Sang in bands. Wrote music, words. Released 45s, CDs, MP3s. Played shows. Told stories. Collaborated with music, theater, dance people. Learning that love of possessions and power are weaknesses to be overcome. Believe that being and doing are like breathing in and out. Believe peace is our next evolutionary, inevitable, planetary step. ... more

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