She

01. Go!
02. Ready To Wear
03. Love Is Wrong
04. Vagabond
05. Blues (All The Rage)
06. Sleeping With Girls
07. Make Love
08. His Eye, It’s Wandering
09. Loander My Guitar
10. Loander My Sitar
11. Please Don’t Talk About Me
12. Working Girl
13. Go Faster!
14. Lady Of Love
“She” by Willie Wisely
October Records TRG 89336-2 | released 1996 | CD/mp3

“Not since the last Posies record– if not the breakup of Wings– has a pop act created music this bright, catchy and energetic… echoes of everyone from the Amboy Dukes and Marshall Crenshaw to Stealers Wheel and Todd Rundgren….” ––OPTION
“Where do we start with this gem of a pop record?” ––FMQB

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Minneapolis Does Denver & She

One afternoon, probably in the spring of 1995, John “Strawberry” Fields visited my dilapidated apartment in Dinkytown. He was producing his tribute album to John Denver and wanted to meet up to see if I wanted to contribute a track. Our mutual friend, Mike Ruekberg, the leader of one of my favorite Minneapolis bands Rex Daisy, had told him about my band. Strawberrius, as many knew him, made stuff happen like I’d never seen before. First, he had the backing of his uncle Steven Greenberg, the writer/producer behind the Lipps Inc. smash “Funkytown”. Second, he was all confidence and didn’t hesitate telling you all that he was capable of. Third, and this was not yet apparent to me, I would probably never meet anyone so adept at making music of any kind on any instrument, instantly, and putting it together in a way that sounded amazing.

I showed him my dog-eared sheet music copy of John Denver’s greatest hits as proof that the music had been a huge influence on me, starting with piano lessons in the 6th grade. My favorite Denver song, one that was probably too obscure and saccharine for any one else to choose was “Sweet Surrender”. I’m guessing that my willingness to not insist on doing “Thank God I’m A Country Boy” was the deal-clincher.

Within weeks we were at his Funkytown Studios in Golden Valley cutting the track with drummer Dorian Crozier and a guest artist that I insisted sing and play piano, John Eric Thiede, founder of the popular jump/swing group The Strawdogs. I had a bluesy shuffle arrangement idea for it, which left room for plenty of swagger, improvisation and looseness. Thiede, was a riot, singing in his faux-Satchmo voice and banging out swinging riffs on the 88’s. Strawberrius & Dorian blew me away, cutting the track completely live, John engineering it as he played bass with us all. I’d never recorded with people who seemed to be reading my mind. Playing in the moment was a familiar sensation, as my recently broken-up Trio could prove, but I’d never made music with people who played in the future!

We had fun that night, ending with beers at Bennington’s, a suburban eatery next store to the studio. Despite the feel good session, I don’t remember thinking that I’d entered a whole new chapter of my life. But I had. Within a few months, somewhere around the release of MINNEAPOLIS DOES DENVER, Strawberrius would again call. This time wanting to know if I had songs I’d like to record. He suggested that maybe he could sign me to his uncle’s October Records. I told him I’d assemble a cassette of song demos and pop by the studio.

My only memory of that meeting was John more or less pinning me to a fabric-covered wall outside the control room, looking me in the eye, pointing his finger and asking, “So are you a star?” Now, you have to realize that Garrison Keillor’s Lake Woebegone version of Minnesota is a very real thing. Cocksure people who speak bluntly are rare. So, I wasn’t prepared to respond to the question. I remember more clearly what I was saying to myself than what I uttered to John––which was somewhere on the continuum between “yeah, I’m pretty sure” and “probably not.” But I’m fairly sure I just said, “Yeah.” In any case, I must’ve passed the audition.

John called in the following days or weeks and said he really liked a lot of the demos. Later I’d find out that he’d shared the cassette with Ken Chastain, leader of the fiercely funky band Beat The Clock. Ken would eventually play all over the resulting album, generally encouraging John to work with me. This meant a lot because Ken was an extremely versatile and exacting player. My Trio had toured the bar same circuit as Beat The Clock in the Midwest, and even in the Virgin Islands, but I always felt like a hack when sharing a bill with them.

Soon, Unc came and saw one of my gigs at the Loring Bar, and by early 1996 I had signed a two record deal with October. Mike Ruekberg, Dorian Crozier, Ken Chastain, John and I were the core of what would become SHE.

I doubt I’ll ever have a more fond memory of making a record. First of all it was finished within two weeks––pretty much fully mixed. Second, John worked with confidence and speed that actually made me laugh in awe. Third, remembering that he’d glimpsed my immense vinyl record collection, largely courtesy of my year working at the Wax Museum record store in Dinkytown, John suggested I come to the sessions with samples I’d ripped onto a DAT machine. Fourth, anything I suggested could be achieved: tempo changes, rumbas, jazz samples, sonic references to The Beatles at the cavern club, to The Beatles on Meet The Beatles, to The Beatles on Magical Mystery Tour, to The Beatles on the White Album, you get the idea.

Up until this point I’d co-produced my own records and wasn’t ever capable of sounding like anything but me. I wasn’t the type of musician who could mimic others. John could. This created a wonderful balance, but not without a lot of conflict. I remember John making me feel pretty low about my own abilities. I was not a first or second or third take guitarist. More like tenth. Furthermore, I liked to record things and then reconsider them, not trusting myself enough to commit to things. John was completely ruled by his instincts and sure of his decisions. Also, he hammered on me to sing with accurate pitch like no one before or since. He’d be grabbing single words and syllables from my performances that he felt could be improved as I re-sang lead vocals. Keep in mind that the album was recorded on bulky two-inch tape, not on an easily-edited digital system. Usually there was only one open track available for lead vocals and it had to be edited in the camera by John––not later as we paged through twenty takes of colorful sine waves on a computer screen, like we do now. John was a wonder with the gear, and when I couldn’t keep pace he’d get frustrated and start making decisions for me.

Most nights I’d come home from the sessions feeling as though my record was being torn away from me. He was forcing me to confront my limitations and push myself farther than I could go. It hurt and it hurt. I remember many yelling matches and a couple grudge session between John and I, sometimes ending with him bitterly acquiescing to do something I suggested, or me holding back a pit in my stomach as he did something that I felt wasn’t ‘me’. But the fight was good, and the perfection of the record (if I may be so bold) proves it. Nothing great happens easily. And our relationship was young enough, and the excitement about Unc’s label and John’s studio enough to focus everyone on getting it done and making it great.

Towards the end of the sessions, during an initial listen through of the completed tracks, realizing that we’d made a pretty cool record, I turned and said to John, “wow, a million little decisions made this amazing thing.” While hardly a quote from the Gettysburg address, it still resonates with me when I think of making great art. Nothing ever happens in an instant, it’s always the accumulation of a million different things.

I believe that I can speak for both John and I, that it’s been easy to make records that are more understated than SHE, it’s been easy to make records that are smoother than SHE. It’s also been easy to make records that sold more than SHE. But it will probably be impossible to ever make an album as inventive and as naively wonderful as SHE.


Album Credits | Lyrics

Produced & Mixed by John Strawberry Fields & Willie Wisely
All songs by William J Wisely Jr. ©1996 Wisely Publishers ASCAP except #7 ©1990 Wisely Publishers ASCAP

GO!
Ken Chastain: percussion, programming, backing vocals, Strawb: bass, programming, piano, backing vocal Steven Greenberg: drums, Mike Ruekberg: backing vocal, WW: electric & acoustic guitar, piano recorded by Steve Wiese at Creation Audio

READY TO WEAR
Peter Anderson: drums, Ken Chastain: percussion, backing vocal, StrawB: bass, electric guitar, Wurlitzer, Moog, Farfisa, backing vocal, programming, WW: vocal, electric guitar

LOVE IS WRONG
Ken Chastain: percussion, backing vocal, outro drums, keyboards, Dorian Crozier: drums, StrawB: bass, acoustic & electric guitar, keyboards, programming, Dave Fischer: trumpets, Karen Paurus: backing vocal, WW: vocal, electric guitar

VAGABOND
Ken Chastain: drums, StrawB: piano, CHamberlain, electric guitar, programming, Dave Fischer: trumpets, WW: voacl, acoustic guitar, Piano recorded by Steve Wiese at Creation Audio

BLUES (ALL THE RAGE)
Michael Bland: backing vocal, Ken Chastain: drums, percussion, backing vocal, programming, StrawB: bass, sitar, guitars, backing vocal, Brian Gallagher: saxophone, Mike Ruekberg: backing Vocal, WW: vocal, 12-string electric guitar, harmonica

SLEEPING WITH GIRLS
Jim Anton: bass, Ken Chastain: drums, percussion, StrawB: Hammond organ, programming, Dave Fischer: trumpet, Brian Gallagher: tenor saxophone, Ray Gehring: electric guitar, WW: vocal

MAKE LOVE
Peter Anderson: drum fills, Dorian Crozier: drums, StrawB: Wurlitzer, Moog, sitar & electric guitar, Donnie Lamarca: Rhodes Piano, WW: vocal, electric guitar, Aaron Seymour: backing vocal

HIS EYE, IT’S WANDERING
Ken Chastain: percussion, backing vocal, Dorian Crozier: drums, StrawB: bass, electric guitar, accordion, programming, keyboards, Mike Ruekberg: backing vocal, WW: vocal, harmonica, acoustic guitar

LOANDER MY GUITAR
Ken Chastain: drums, programming, percussion, dumbek, backing vocals, StrawB: bass, acoustic & electric guitar, piano, backing vocal, programming, WW: vocal, electric guitar, bad drum fill, Mike Ruekberg: backing vocal.

LOANDER MY SITAR
Ken Chastain: percussion, StrawB: percussion, Mike Ruekberg: sitar, WW acoustic guitar, percussion

PLEASE DON’T TALK ABOUT ME (WHEN I’M GONE)
Ken Chastain: backing vocal, percussion, mandolin, Dorian Crozier: drums, StrawB: electric guitar, keyboards, vocoder, programming, backing vocal, outro drums, Mike Ruekberg: backing vocal, WW: vocal, backing vocal, acoustic guitars, tambourine

WORKING GIRL
Ken Chastain: backing vocal, Dorian Crozier: drums, acoustic guitar, StrawB: bass, synth bass, electric guitar, backing vocal, programming, piano, Mike Ruekberg: backing vocal, WW: vocal, lead guitar

GO FASTER!
Ken Chastain: drums, percussion, talk box, StrawB: bass, piano, Andy Sullivan: harmonica

LADY OF LOVE
Ken Chastain: percussion, Dorian Crozier: drums, StrawB: bass acoustic guitar, programming, Brian Gallagher: flute, Donnie Lamarca: piano, Karen Paurus: vocal, WW vocal, electric guitar


Lyrics

Go!

Well, thanks for the sage opinions
Now tell me something I don’t know
And once you’re finished bitchin’
Go, I said go, go, go, go, go
Don’t wait for invitations, I said go. go, go

Well God gave woman instinct
But how’s he supposed to know
That you’d smudge it up like lipstick
Go, I said go, I say go, go, go, go
Don’t wait for divine intervention, I say go. go, go

Is it the way he loves you now?
Is it the way he loves you now? Go, go
Is it the way he loves you now?

Well you might leave here graciously
Or you could make the show
But either way you’re history
Go, I said go, go, go, go, go
Don’t wait for standing ovations

Go, I said go, I said go, go, go, go
You broke your obligations, now I, I say go. go, go


Ready To Wear

Paris she’s the perfect girl for me
She goes all the way
Touches me in that special way
Paris she’s the perfect girl for me

She does all them things I’d like to do
Sips me like I’m tea
Swallowing occasionally
Paris she’s the perfect girl for me

She, she takes me there
She waves her hair
She’s ready to wear

She wears all them clothes I’d like to wear
Her tastes are refined
I think they’re the imported kind
Paris she’s the perfect babe for me

She, she takes me there
She waves her hair
She’s ready to wear

Paris she’s the perfect girl for me
She goes all the way
Certain things I don’t have to say
Paris she’s the perfect girl for me

She, she takes me there
She waves her hair
She’s ready to wear

She, she takes me there
She waves her hair
She’s ready to wear


Love Is Wrong

My eyes saw a pretty face
My hands wrapped around her waiste
My head couldn’t discriminate
Lawyers can’t negotiate when…

Love is wrong, love is wrong

My ears finally heard enough
My eyes saw the ugly stuff
My words should’ve spoken up, by now
My love should’ve been enough

Love is wrong, love is wrong, love is very wrong… love is wrong

For years we tried to end polite
And years passed by overnight
Twenty-six when I started this relation
Twenty-nine a lose lose situation

Love is wrong, love is wrong, love is very very wrong… love is strong


Vagabond

Quitting’s something I can’t understand
And moving out’s a threat it’s not your hand
You’ve broken me in every other way
I’m damned if you leave or if you stay

So what’s it going to be vagabond?
What’s it going to be Vagabond?

Serving smiles is what I do all day
I called you but the phone just rang away
I pictured all your things packed up in bags
I wondered if you’d leave the photographs

So what’s it going to be vagabond?
You’re very fond to leave but never gone
Is it you or is it me moving on?
I say what’s it going to be Vagabond?

The holidays come lurching like a ghost
Do you remember fighting at my folks’?
I swore another year would not go by
I couldn’t have told a bigger pack of lies
I couldn’t have told a bigger pack of lies

So give me something real vagabond
You’re very fond to leave but never gone
Is it you or is it me moving on?
So what’s it going to be vagabond? vagabond, vagabond, vagabond


Blues (All The Rage)

Mezz blew hot New Orleans jazz
Vipers drew in another drag, we’s clean
Porkpie hats, minor leagues
Cutting sides for no royalties, we’s green
‘33 was where it would begin

And I recall halcyon days
Blues, it was all the rage
Blues, it was all the rage, and we’s blue

Prohibition, recording bans
Bop the music would be the vanguard thing
‘33 was was really happening

And I recall halcyon days
Blues, it was all the rage
Blues, it was all the rage, and we’s blue

Came a day they caged the Bird
Billie’s holiday at Leavenworth, obscene
Oh and Clifford Brown’s been rolling cars
Long before we’s a rock and roll star scene
‘33 was really happening

And I recall halcyon days
Blues, it was all the rage
Blues, it was all the rage, and we’s blue

All the rage
All the rage
All the rage, and we’s blue


Sleeping With Girls

Hop between the sheets
A man never felt so nice
Toenails sharp as blades
Feet as cold as ice
Touch her leg to see her squirm
Roust her sleepy world
Oh, paradise
Sleeping with girls

Smell of smoky hair
Man we were out all night
Smoking hashish cigarettes
With the police chief’s wife
I check her breath, it ain’t too bad
Come on let’s give it another whirl
Kiss me twice
Sleeping with girls

Elbow in the face
I woke up with Charley Horse
Stub my baby toe
Fumbling for a bathroom door
Her house mates come home drunken-faced
As I’m naked like a shining pearl
Ah, blow the dice
Sleeping with girls

My kingdom for a toothbrush
To scrub my self respect
I’m been searching for pride somewhere
So hard when your soaking wet

Talking in my sleep
Oh a mighty risky proposition
Especially when that weren’t her
Bent over in that position
I’m not well rested no, no, no, no, no
Fact is I’m miserable
Ah, serves me right sleeping with girls
Serves me right sleeping with girls
Serves me right sleeping with girls


Make Love

I’ll make love to you
Slow if you want me to
I’ll kiss you
When we’re through

I’ll be good this once
I promise you not to rush
I’ll give it a
Gentle push

I believe, I believe that mistakes have been made
I regret what I’ve done, taking and taking, oh I…
I can’t believe what you done, you should’ve known it was wrong
You don’t have to forget or say I’m forgiven, because I…
I apologize

I know that it’s hard to find
A body, a soul, a mind
In one gentleman
All combined

So do what you’ve got to do
A lashing should be my due
But I’ll learn
And you’ll learn too

Chorus

Say what you will
I’ll swallow the biggest pill
I ain’t treated you
Very well

So give me your lowest blow
Square right between the nose
But tonight this house is mine
That’s a good sign

Chorus


His Eye, It’s Wandering

I saw you walking with him around the arcade
There’s something you ought to know before naming the day
Parisian women are fine, he knows this well
His eye, it’s wandering

I saw him buying champaign for your anniversary
He was talking to a woman in line, he paid for her things
Now why’s he trying to score in a game he can’t play?
His eye, it’s wandering

Tend your goals
Maintain composure
Lead the life that you like
And don’t be blind, his eye it’s wandering

His eyes would roll if you told him you’re up on his schemes
He’d probably blame your girlfriends for just wanting part of his scene
Parisian women all talk, he knows this well
His eye, it’s wandering

I am wandering, I am wandering, I am wandering, I am wandering


Loander My Guitar

I loander my guitar
We trimmed her nails so she could finger the neck
She played like a star
She didn’t even know her sharps and her flats

I taught her how to play, hey, hey, hey, yeah, yeah, yeah
I loander my guitar

The word caught on out west
They flew her out to see the guy in L.A.
And when I saw her next
Her face was in the record store display

I taught her how to play, hey, hey, hey, yeah, yeah, yeah
I loander my guitar

Put me up on stage
Give me the audience {That’s where he belongs}
She’s got nothing on me
Except my Gibson SG

She’s on the tube tonight
And every window hosts a flickering blue light
And she will thrill the throngs
I should’ve let her keep her fingernails long

I taught her how to play, hey, hey, hey, yeah, yeah, yeah
I loander my guitar, hey, hey, hey, yeah, yeah, yeah
I loander my guitar, hey, hey, hey, yeah, yeah, yeah
Said I loander my guitar
Didn’t give it to her
Loander my guitar


Loander My Sitar

Instrumental


Please Don’t Talk About Me (When I’m Gone)

Please don’t talk about me when I’m gone
You may find that you love me more than you know, oh
Please don’t talk about me when I’m gone
I don’t want my ears ringing with the hearsay so, so

And I would estimate the clouds at nine, clouds at nine
But you’d say three clouds divided three times, oh

Please don’t talk about me when I’m gone
Your friends would say you acted like such a fool, fool
Please don’t spread the word about what went wrong
Because you seemed so determined to be so cool, cruel

Your emotions turned upon a dime, on a dime
So you keep your two cents and I’ll keep mine, oh

Please don’t talk about me when I’m gone
If you change your mind I want to hear you say it
Change your mind, don’t want to hear you say it
Change your mind I want to hear you say it’s so, oh

Please don’t talk about me now…
Please don’t talk about me now…
Please don’t talk about me now…
You may find that you love me more now
Please don’t talk about me now…


Working Girl

Order up
Sunnyside
She pays my bills
She fills my appetite

She’s my working girl (Hey, yeah)
My working girl (Hey, yeah)
And I’ll have to wait tonight at the cafe, cafe

Open up
Open 365
She feeds them all
She does it on the side

She’s my working girl (yeah, yeah)
My working girl (yeah, yeah)
And I’ll have to wait tonight at the cafe

I clenched my fist
Put it through the restroom wall
Didn’t hurt a bit
And it didn’t help at all, no, no, no, no

Cafe, cafe

Making change
She changes for the guys
Oo, there’s tips tonight
Or am I paranoid?

She’s my working girl (yeah, yeah)
My working girl (yeah, yeah)
And I’ll have to wait tonight at the cafe
Oh, tonight, at the cafe
Oh, tonight, at the cafe


Go Faster!

Instrumental


Lady of Love

Both: Sha-la-la
He: She’s a tiger for me
She: He’s in love
Both: And it’s easy to see

Both: Sha-la-la
She: He’s your typical ted
He: But I can’t seem to say
Both: What ought to be said

Give me time lady of love
‘Cause I’m crippled inside
You’re my, lady of love

Both: Sha-la-la
He: She’s a tiger in town
She: I’m in love
Both: And she’ll wag it around

Both: Sha-la-la
She: I say, “kiss me my man”
He: But in public, I couldn’t
Both: He should, but I can’t

Give me time lady of love
‘Cause I’m crippled inside
You’re my, lady of love

Both: Sha-la-la
He: She’s a tiger in bed