2013 10 Jun

The Muffin Junkee episode 7 podcast.

The concept for the “Guittard Tapes” came over ten years after many of the songs were recorded. Some of the songs were actual early demos for songs for my “California Daze” album. Originally, the “Guittard Tapes” album was released in June 2012 and contained only sixteen songs. Since then I have uncovered many more songs that I consider as part of the Guittard Tapes period (1993-2003).

The cassette tapes that made up the Guittard Tapes were lost for ten years. In 2006, I had put all my belongings in several storage places in preparation to go to Bulgaria for the Peace Corps. In 2008, I returned to the States and was flopping on couches at various family members and I could not locate the tapes. I wasn’t sure where they were. I had my things in four different locations! In the spring of 2012, I was ecstatic when my dad called me to say that he had some of my stuff in his storage unit which he needed to downsize. My wife and I went to Dallas and sure enough there were the Guittard Tapes in one of my storage boxes.

It was in 1993 that my songwriting and recording began on the newly bought Tascam 4-Track machine I acquired. Instead of playing video games and zonking out on pizza, I began recording and being creative. During my college days at Western State College of Colorado, I recorded a lot of cover songs. I consider these as part of the Guittard Tapes as well but have chosen to release them separately and unofficially because they are cover songs.

In Gunnison, I began recording Tom Petty, the Beatles, Led Zeppelin, the Doors, and Nirvana. The Guittard Tapes are a look at my early writing. One of the earliest songs I wrote is called “But Not Right Now.”

It was about living in the college dorm and having to put up with rude behavior of potluck roommates. There are also some songs that I did with friends of mine where a guy named Clayton Coates who is a pastor now did the singing: A-Listen, Clayton Blues, and Gotta Get Out of this Place.


The songs were recorded in Dallas, Wichita Falls, and Huntsville, Texas, Gunnison, Colorado, and Hollywood, California. Looking back on it, I wanted to call it the Guittard Tapes because it is a nod at the infamous “Nixon Tapes.” I was born during the Nixon Administration and believe that Nixon was a gadget guy. He liked to document everything in his life and it turned out that the tapes became his downfall but in my case the tapes, to me, are my upswing. I believe the Guittard Tapes represent the initial seed of my dream. It even began before 1993 with my dad’s dictation machine and in 2013 the music holds up in its lo-fi honest way. Nixon would be proud!

I still hope to release more Guittard Tapes. The time period is significant in that the tragedy of September 11th occurred at that time. It was so innocent and optimistic before 9-11 and after became more cynical and pessimistic. However, the tapes are a slice of time and the music is available for everyone to listen and download. The process of extracting the music from the tapes to MP3 format was quite complicating.

Transferring process:
What I had to do was record each track separately from the old tapes on the old Tascam 4-Track machine to my new digital 4-track machine by lining in a guitar cord from the old tape 4-Track to the new one. Each track was done one at a time. The tricky part is the starting point for the individual tracks in a song may not always line up to the other tracks of the song. Also, the second track on the cassette 4track machine didn’t sound. So I had to flip the tape over and then the second track could be heard but backwards in the 3rd track spot.

After transferring all the tracks of a song to the digital another challenge is that the speed of the old 4-Track is at a different speed than the digital. So basically what you hear on the digital sounds like chipmunks. To fix this, I had to dump the tracks from the digital 4-Track to my laptop which has Adobe Audition 3. There, I was able to fix the second track. I would reverse it back to how it should be. And then I had to slow down the digital tracks so that it would sound “normal” speed.

Some of the tracks are still a bit out of rhythm because I was doing it mainly by ear when mixing it on the laptop. Some of the songs had a count off for a guide but many of the songs did not. Many times the count off sound bled into the other tracks and that helped me to make sure everything was lined up as good as possible.

It was quite a process. I even did some math to figure out how much time to cut. I looked for a certain lyric I sang in the song and marked the timing notation of the editing software and lined things up with that number. It was not exact but that’s what I did. I’m sure there would be more exact ways.

Bob and Jim Guittard UT Austin – May 2001

Bob's Graduation 2001 Austin Texas

Gotta Get Out of Here
Waiting Around this hard ol’ town.                                                                                                                                                                                                Gotta get outta here.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 The freaks and the bums all being dumb.
Gotta get outta here.                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Hearing the sound in the corner lounge.                                                                                                                                                                                           Gotta get outta here.                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Seeing an Elvis walk on by.
Gotta get outta here.
Saw a girl walk on by.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                I think I’ll stay for a while.
Repeat all 1X

Story behind:
In 2001, I wrote the lyrics for this one while sitting in the lobby of the Hollywood Roosevelt Hotel. The hotel is known for being the place where the first Academy Awards took place in 1929. It was just down the street from where I lived while I was attending the Musicians Institute.

At that time, I was getting a bit weary of the Hollywood scene. The music school had turned out to be disappointing and Hollyweird was taking its toll on me. I wanted to move to a different location because of a home invasion robbery and because it seemed that freaks and tourists were everywhere along Hollywood Blvd.

One time while waiting at Hollywood and Highland, a complete stranger asked me if I wanted some hash. I noticed quickly that there was a guy dressed up as Elvis standing close by and told the drug pusher pointing to Elvis that I didn’t want any hash but that Elvis might. The “Elvis” impersonator quickly told the drug pusher that he didn’t feel called to smoke hash. For this song, my writing method was to sit and observe. In the song, I make reference to this “Elvis” that I had seen around. There was a lounge at the Hollywood Roosevelt named the Cinegrill. It was where Gene Clark (the Byrds’ tambourine man) last performed in April 1991 before his death about a month later. (When I first got to Hollywood, my mother took a photo of me under the Cinegrill sign. I hadn’t learned about Gene Clark performing there yet.)

Recording: It was recorded after the move to a new apartment in the Los Feliz area of Los Angeles on a Tascam 4-Track machine. I played a 12-String acoustic guitar with and without a capo, drums, and did the singing.

Hollywood Roosevelt Hotel (Cinegrill) 1999 – Hollywood Boulevard

Jim Cine Grill

Tired (Acoustic/Psychedelic Version)
Tired of being sad
Tired of being mad
I do the right thing
But I can’t feel my wings and fly.

Tired of being sad
Tired of being mad
I do the right thing
But I can’t feel my wings and fly.

Chorus
When will I do what You want?
When will I stop having to pretend?
I hate feeling bad.
I want to feel the way I did
As a kid.

Tired of feeling bad
Tired of feeling mad

Story behind:
Both of the versions were recorded in 2001 about the same time in Los Angeles on my 4-Track Tascam machine. At the time, I often experimented with sounds by using my BOSS Digital Delay pedal as a tool to create or inspire me. The Psychedelic Version of Tired is pretty experimental. I hooked up the pedal to an electric keyboard and got some interesting sounds. I had been turned onto Roland’s Vintage Space Echo machine. I was trying to get that kind of sound with my digital delay pedal.

The tune had a kind of weary feel to it. I was just tired of “twisting in the wind.” The phrase came to me as my brother called me once to get a status update on my goings on in California after he had returned to Texas earlier that year. I was digging my heels firmly trying to prove that I could make it in California. I was waiting on the right thing to happen but was getting mad that it wasn’t happening. The song was also a kind of prayer.

Recording:
Psychedelic Version – Acoustic guitar, keyboards, and singing.
Acoustic Version – Acoustic guitar and Singing.

Getting There Is Not Easy
Just wanna be right.
Just wanna be fine.
Something’ll come in time.
Getting there is not easy.
Getting there is not easy

Just wanna move weight.
Just wanna stand straight.
Something’ll give to flight.
Getting there is not easy.
Getting there is not so easy.

Just wanna break through.
Just wanna be free.
Something’ll give to might.
Getting there is not so easy.
Getting there is not so easy.

Just wanna be real.
Just wanna have sight.
Something will show real bright.
Getting there is not so easy.
Getting there is not so easy.

Just wanna be right.
Just wanna be fine.
Something’ll come in time.
Getting there is not so easy.
Getting there is not so easy.

Just wanna move weight.
Just wanna stand straight.
Something will give to flight.
Getting there is not so easy.

Story behind:
It was recorded in January 2002 with a Byrds influence. The song is similar in spirit with “Gotta Get Out of Here.” It speaks about my love-hate relationship with Los Angeles and the disillusionment about the current situation but the lyrics are still hopeful. I still felt as if I was “twisting in the wind” and was hoping that I could make it in California financially. I had worked at a rental car company to make ends meet and was not seeing the fruit of my labor but I felt I was “paying my dues.” I was in it for the long run and not hoping for a quick fix. A heavy burden was on my shoulders that I succeed and prove different family members that I could do it. I remember having different dreams at night about being in a fog, clouds, or basically just trying to find my way. It was as if I was Moses trying to find my way out of the desert.

Recording:
I played the acoustic 12-string guitar and sang.

Jingle Jangle Instrumental

Story behind:
Jingle Jangle Instrumental is one that I’m particularly proud from the Guittard Tapes. It was recorded in my Hollywood apartment in 2000 on my Tascam 4-Track machine. I was heavily listening to the Byrds in that period. The song that I was going for was “Here Without You” on the Byrds’ Mr. Tambourine album.

My recording is quite lo-fi, a bit jazzy. I used a phaser pedal to get the psychedelic effect.

Recording:

I played the drums, Rickenbacker, acoustic guitar, and bass.

Walkie-Talkie Experiment

Story behind:
This tune was recorded probably in 2000 in Hollywood. I was into gadgets at the time having just purchased a couple of walkie-talkies that Roger McGuinn had recommended on his website. Henry McGuinn and I were listening to the Byrds’ song called “2-4-2 Fox Trot (The Lear Jet Song)” off the 5D album.

It contained a bit of gadget sounds. The sound effects inspired us and in the recording of Walkie-Talkie Experiment I was trying to emulate the experimentalism I was hearing in the Byrds. Henry and I had talked about using gadgets as part of our music and so I gave it a shot.

For the song, the lyrics were completely improvised. I set up one microphone in front of one of the walkie-talkies and then I hit the record button on the 4-track machine.

The bass line was me trying to do a lively Beachwood Sparks type thing. During those days, I tried not to miss any of the Beachwood Sparks shows if they were playing in Los Angeles.

Recording:
I played the 12-String Rickenbacker, bass guitar, drums, and sang or talked.

Ordinary Guy
I’m just an ordinary guy.
Why don’t you give me a try?
Waiting for you to come around.

Chorus
Just come to me now.
I’m just an hour away.
Just come on down to me.
I’m just an hour away.

Verse
As the sun comes up.
As the sun goes down.
I can feel you getting closer to me.
You know I want ya baby. You know it.

Chorus
Just come on down to me now.
I’m just an hour away.
Get on down here, man, babe.
You can see that I’m waiting here.

Verse
I’m just an ordinary guy.
Why don’t you give me a try?
With your cute little smile
On your cute little face.
I’d love to see ya now, babe.

Chorus
Just come on down to me now.
I’m just an hour away.
Just come on down to me.
I’ll be waiting for you.
I’m just an ordinary guy.

Story behind:
I wrote Ordinary Guy in early 2000 while sitting at the Stir Crazy Coffee Shop on Melrose Avenue in Hollywood. I had been waiting there to meet a musical acquaintance but she didn’t show up and so I was blowing off steam with writing the lyrics. Ordinary Guy was one of my first songs to write lyrics. For nine months, I had been hanging around Hollywood and nothing was panning out. I just wanted a chance and that was the sentiment in the song. It was humble I guess.

I started a duo with Henry McGuinn called the Ragas shortly thereafter. I brought my song “Ordinary Guy” out as a possible tune that the Ragas could play but Henry passed on it. It wasn’t the high quality lyrics that we needed. Henry was into songs about the beach and more groovy nature type songs. My song “Ordinary Guy” was my attempt at being real. The Ragas recorded “Ordinary Guy” but as an instrumental.

Recording:
I played the Fender Telecaster B-Bender, 12 String acoustic, sang the lead and background vocals. Vladimir Maskoff played the electric bass. It was recorded on my 4 Track Tascam machine by Brian McKay in North Hollywood.

Tremolo Instrumental
Story behind:
I recorded this on probably in late 2001 or sometime in 2002. It was my attempt at possibly shoegaze. I might have been listening to the Brian Jonestown Massacre Methodrone album.

I used a tremolo pedal. Not much else to say about it. It’s cool.

Recording:
I played drums and electric guitar.

The track in the lost interview is an experimental track called Loony also from the Guittard Tapes.

Here’s where you can find additional podcasts for the Muffin Junkee Show
Jim Guittard
Southwestern Baptist Theological Seminary
Fort Worth, Texas June 2013

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2011 21 Apr

Ballad of Homeland Security

You got nothing on me.
Homeland Security.
I’m actually cool guy.
Let my wife in.

You’re such a fearful entity.
You’re stuck in the mud
You’re thinking the terrorists are all around you.
But they’re not there.

So Homeland Security.
Let my wife in.
We’re not terrorists.
You’re the only terrorist I know.

You’re putting your voice in all the Walmarts.
Telling us to be suspicious
And turn everybody in.
But I’d like to turn you in.
Cause you’re nothing but a fear monger.

Break

So, let the cool people in.
We’re better than you.
We’re not gonna settle for your crap anymore.
Just let us in.
Let us see each other.

Break

You’re so full of rage.
You were probably abused as a kid.
And that’s why you tell everybody
That there are terrorists all around you.

You’re nothing but fear.
The fear is gonna end.
We’re not gonna take it anymore.

Because you’re full of propaganda.
We’re not gonna take it anymore.
You’re not gonna be spreading your crap around,
Infecting our minds anymore.

You’re nothing but Dumb.
So let my wife in.
You know, it’s alright.
Because you’ve done it before.

So what’s the big problem?
You gotta do some research?
You haven’t done much
Because it’s been six months.

Words and Music By Jim Guittard 2011

Buried Underneath The American Dream

You’re buried underneath the America Dream.
You got no time for nothing.
Sit at your cubicle for hours and hours.
Don’t forget about your paper towers.

Pick up the phone and talk to people you don’t like.
What’s it all for? You wish you could take a hike.
No, you gotta pay off your credit cards.
And listen to all the flippin’ retards.

Go back home and you’re tired.
So you drink some coffee and get wired.
And you get in a rage
Cause you had a terrible day.

Turn on the tube for the brainwashing.
They tell ya how to feel and it really stings.
Pop open the beer let your head fill with fear.
That leads to absolutely nothing to hear

Do it all over again the next day.
Keep on in the monotonous robotic way.
When will you say, “Is it all worth this?”
Probably only after you sink to the abyss.

Go back home and you’re tired.
So you drink some coffee and get wired.
And you get in a rage
Cause you had a terrible day.

Words and Music by Jim Guittard 2009

Don’t Get Hung Up

The powers that be are lurking about.
Infecting us with more fear and doubt
Big Sis is on the loose
Yelling, screaming, and pushing her abuse.

Is that how it’s supposed to be?
It seems like it’s getting less free.
Or am I just crazy?
Or maybe a little lazy?

Don’t get hung up!
Don’t get tied down!
Just keep on going!
Move on ahead!

They want to lock down the country.
Why can’t the people just see?
Too busy to care?
They don’t even dare care.

Yeah, I’m a bit mad.
And a little bit sad.
No wife here
To call dear.

Don’t get hung up!
Don’t get tied down!
Just keep on going!
Move on ahead!

I skype everyday.
All I do is pray!
Move out of the freaking way!
You’ve no right to keep us apart!

What God has joined together,
Let no one separate.
You must worship the devil.
You are so evil!

Don’t get hung up!
Don’t get tied down!
Just keep on going!
Move on ahead!

I don’t wish to exaggerate!
Just wanna see my Kate!
What’s the big deal?
That’s how I feel!

Words and Music by Jim Guittard 2011

Fear Is Nothing New

Rise up from the heavy sleep.
You’ve been so far into the deep.
Make the sweet noise for today.
It will carry you from the Bay.

Your confusion will disappear as you trust.
Leave your ancient fears in the dust.
They’ll be covered over in time.
Speak your heart with rhyme.

With courage, you’ll strum again.
Upload all the trash into the bin.
Set your eyes up to the sky.
Always tell yourself I’ll try.

Dark times are no more.
There awaits you an open door.
Don’t let the fear get you.

Fear is nothing new.
Fear is nothing new.
Fear is nothing new.

Your fans wait with excitement.
To see how your time has been spent.
Write again about the Tymes.
It’ll sure clear up your minds.

Fear is nothing new.
Fear is nothing new.
Fear is nothing new.
Fear is nothing new.

Words and music by Jim Guittard 2007

Independence

We hold these truths to be self-evident,
We’re all created equal,
And given by our Creator
certain unalienable rights,

life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.
life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.

We hold these truths to be self-evident,
We are all created equal,
And given by our Creator
certain unalienable rights,

life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.
life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.

Words adapted from Declaration of Independence (I’m sure they would approve)

Listen To your Voice

Revolution is the way.
You sit and do nothing every day.
Rise up from your apathy.
Trust in what you see.

Do what you must.
Throw off the dust.
Take care for the day.
Surely you see the way.

Chorus

Listen to your voice.
This is your choice.
Listen to your voice.
This is your choice.

You can handle the unknown.
You’re not that alone.
Fight the good fight.
Resist the feelings of fright.

Chorus

Listen to your voice.
This is your choice.
Listen to your voice.
This is your choice.

Today is the day.
Get up, don’t stay.
Do you want change?
This isn’t so strange.

Revolution is the way.
You sit and do nothing every day.
Rise up from your apathy.
Trust in what you see.

Words and Music by Jim Guittard 2007


Make Yourself A Vow

Losing our freedoms.
Patted down by demons.
Liberty’s on trial.
It might go out of style.

Big Sis lied to us.
She asks what’s the big fuss?
A little radiation.
It’s all good for the Nation.

You better wake up now.
Later you won’t know how.
You better wake up now.
Make yourself a vow.

Alex Jones fights the good fight.
And we are all in the right.
We’re not terrorists.
Big sis, take us off your watchlists.

You look into what I’m sayin’.
There’s no time for delayin’.
Your rights are slowly going away.
Get up, don’t stay.

You better wake up now.
Later you won’t know how.
You better wake up now.
Make yourself a vow.

TSA, you’re wrong.
I write this song.
Step aside.
Give us your pride.

You better wake up now.
Later you won’t know how.
You better wake up now.
Make yourself a vow.

Words and Music By Jim Guittard 2010

Rise Up America

Rise up America.
Rise Up.
Rise Up America.
Rise.

Rise Up America.
Rise.
Rise Up America.
Rise.

phone goes off

Rise Up America.
Rise.
Rise Up America.
Rise.

Rise Up America.
Rise.

Rise Up America.
Rise.

Rise Up America.
Rise.
Rise Up America.
Rise.

Words and Music By Jim Guittard 2009

Sit Down

January 2011 Press Conference gets out of hand about immigration. People yelling and screaming. Certainly it is a divided nation. No freedom of speech. No change Nothing. Only jokers in charge. Sound collage.

Stachkata

Искаме парите.
Чакаме парите.
Всичко не е наред.

Искаме парите.
Чакаме парите.
Всичко не е наред.

Ние сме учители.
Ние сме учители.
Дай ни повече кинти.
Дай ни повече кинти.

Слушайте ни.
Слушайте ни.
Ще правим стачката.
Ще правим стачката.

Искаме парите.
Чакаме парите.
Всичко не е наред.

Искаме парите.
Чакаме парите.
Всичко не е наред.

Ние сме учители.
Ние сме учители.
Дай ни повече кинти.
Дай ни повече кинти.

Слушайте ни.
Слушайте ни.
Ще правим стачката.
Ще правим стачката

(English Translation)

We want the money.
We wait the money.
Everything is not okay.

We want the money.
We wait the money.
Everything is not okay.

We are teachers.
We are teachers.
Give us more dough.
Give us more dough.

Listen to us.
Listen to us.
We will make the strike.
We will make the strike.

We want the money.
We wait the money.
Everything is not okay.

We want the money.
We wait the money.
Everything is not okay.

We are teachers.
We are teachers.
Give us more dough.
Give us more dough.

Listen to us.
Listen to us.
We will make the strike.
We will make the strike.

Words and Lyrics By Jim Guittard 2007 (almost got me kicked out of the Peace Corps)

Survival Mode

We’ve got to preserve our health.
It is all for ourself.
People are running scared.
Just like they haven’t cared.

Some turn to the booze.
This isn’t what I choose.
Which is the way?
Certainly there’s a new day.

Chorus

We’re all in survival mode.
We carry big load.
We’re all in survival mode.
We carry big load.

Arguments and tempers flare.
This I don’t wish to bear.
There’s no point to this.
Better avoid and miss.

We live within our cave.
Wishing only to save.
Our egos cause problems.
With pride we wear our emblems.

Chorus

We’re all in survival mode.
We carry big load.
We’re all in survival mode.
We carry big load.

We make shady deals.
so we can eat our meals.
We keep up the front.
In our power hunt.

Have faith in one another.
We’re brother and sister.
Fight through the pain.
We’re all the same.

Words and Music by Jim Guittard 2007

You Can Not Knock Me Down

Fight the good fight.
Don’t lose sight.
Walk in faith.

They’re gonna keep talkin’
Trash all the time.
They want to discourage you.

I don’t care
What they say.
I’m gonna keep on going.

Chorus

You can not knock me down.
You can keep talkin’ all your trash all you want.
It’s not gonna bring me down.

Talk all your fear.
The end is not so near.
Why do you act like a stuck deer?

Keep feedin’ your hysteria.
Eats ya like malaria.
And that ain’t so very good.
(I’m tellin’ ya quit it)

Chorus

You can not knock me down.
You can keep talkin’ all your trash all you want.
It’s not gonna bring me down.
You can keep talkin’ all your trash all you want.
It’s not gonna bring me down.

Where’s the hope?
We’ve been taught to believe.
Guess you’ve been washed by the soap.
(That’s right. A lot of brainwashing going around.
Stop watching the stupid tube. I’m tellin’ ya. Quit)

Chorus

You can not knock me down.
You can keep talkin’ all your trash all you want.
It’s not gonna bring me down.
You can keep talkin’ all your trash all you want.
It’s not gonna bring me down.

It’s not your fault
I’m tellin ya.
It’s not your fault.
But they wanna tell it’s your fault.
You’re not
A stupid person.

Words and Music By Jim Guittard 2010

You’ve no excuse to sit around anymore!  Get up and make some noise!

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