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Smack Dab / Blog

A dynamic world pop quartet

Out of the jungles of Puna, Hawaii come a dynamic world pop quartet with their debut EP, "Memoirs of a Lemon Squeezy Kid". Smack Dab Invites you on a balloon ride around the world where each of the ten stops is a musical adventure featuring the regional vibrations of that port city. Weighing anchor in Southern California & south to Brazil, we drift across the Atlantic to Africa, then north to the Ukraine-- following the jet stream west to the U.K., Iceland, New York, Chicago, Seattle and finally landing in Hilo, Hawaii. Treat your ears and your imagination to this eclectic collection of music as we laugh & sing & dance & play around the world with, "Memoirs of a Lemon Squeezy Kid" by Smack Dab. Available at cdbaby.com, itunes and with links from our facebook page.

The recording of "Memoirs"

So many amazing things needed to (as if magically), line up for this recording to have gotten where it is. First, there are the songs. All of the music on the record is a Bub Pratt original composition except "Lament for Joy" which was composed by Tim Carey with Bub writing the lyric & arranging it with an old school soul groove. Many of the songs were penned in Seattle & some, (when you close your eyes) actually sound like the city of Pratt's birth. Slow Picky & Birthday Love Song where composed after he moved to the Island of Hawaii & in a lot of ways our location inspires the music and gives it a strong world music vibe. Meeting Brent Argovitz was another huge bit of magic that has come to be an almost everyday occurrence on this Island of intensely beautiful vibrations. Pratt has explained it like this, "I was asked to play guitar in this classic rock cover band & there, behind the drums, happened to be this amazing producer with real credentials." Brent was excited to make a record when he & his friend (& Bub's next door neighbor) Andrew heard the originals, jammed on them & picked out the tunes that they wanted to record. With the bass playin' daughter of the bass player in the classic rock band (Diana Webb) & back up singer in the same band, (Aisha Dacosta) they started rehearsing & playing gigs around East Hawaii all the while looking for that perfect place to make a recording. Brent met Damon Williams while recording with a blues band at Damon's studio in Kea'au (Kay ow). When Smack Dab met up for the following rehearsal, Brent explained how Damon's studio was going to be where we wanted to do this record. We scraped together some money to get us going & after a few days of recording, Damon started believing in the potential of this project as much as the rest of us-- engineering the whole record and collaborating with Brent while developing an amazing musical rapport. Once the tracks where recorded at Damon's studio, Brent would take the files home with him to tweak the sounds. Brent would write all the additional parts and create the instrumental arrangements by adding strings, percussion and other keyboard sounds. Then he'd bring it all back to Damon's studio & they'd work it over some more. Every sound you hear on this record was thoughtfully massaged & placed for optimum aural pleasure with the message of the lyric in mind.

Why Lyrics? Bub Pratt

Well I just finished blogging all the lyrics to Smack Dab's debut recording, "Memoirs of a Lemon Squeezy Kid" & that's really how it seems to read to me. Like the memoirs of a life in transition, where every day is considered a blessing & all the people we meet along the way are placed in this path for a reason. I loved writing each of these songs & it warms my heart to hear my musical colleagues say they want to play them or hearing them humming one of the melodies during the silences. There's a lot more to come, so please, stay tuned.

"Slow Picky" Lyric: Bub Pratt

SLOW PICKY & it won’t stop, this feeling I’m concealing in some hip hop, dancing from afar & we say lets go, share her air smells like a happy fruit bowl. Oh how we flow. So it’s rainin’ but you know the catchment tank is out there fillin’ makes everything a jungle green we’re chillin’, capitalizin’ on Jahwaiian skankin’. Oh how it flows. But it ain’t jazz, the songs that turn me on wrote in the long past, Mingus & Monk & Miles & John Coltrane, hop in a bebop rhythm I feel no pain. Oh how they flow. So we roll out, bungee the surfboards down just like an Eagle Scout, gonna see’e Honolii’s got the black sand, the rain make the river make the new land. Oh how it flows, oh how it flows, oh how it flows. So we roll out.

"Memoirs of a Lemon Squeezy Kid" Lyrics: Bub Pratt

"MEMOIRS" The LEMON SQUEEZY SONG Boppin’ around, in this new town, gonna turn this city upside down, barely feel my feet, hittin’ the street, there’s too many people & things to see. Pass you a smile or a friendly “hello” you can tell that I’m takin’ my time, ask for direction & I probably won’t know, but I’ll help you read the signs. Takin’ a stroll, no place to go, can’t sit still when you’re on a roll, soak in the sights, out past midnight, feel the energy while we’re catching the sunrise. Even though the stars don’t shine like they do sailing a hundred miles off shore, here you may be lonely but you’re never alone, it’d be easier if I wasn’t so poor. ‘Cause I’m takin’ my time, I’m takin my time. Hop on a bike, go for a ride, find a new place to toke inside, explore for awhile with class & style, peddle past the parking lots stretched out for miles. & all the people with the worried look on their face, frantic ‘cause they’re running late, seem to get pissed when I smile & wave but I don’t mean to agitate. ‘Cause I’m takin’ my time, I’m takin’ my time, I’m taken my time, I’m takin’ my time. Boppin’ around, in this new town, gonna turn this city upside down, barely feel my feet, hittin’ the street, there’s too many people & things to see.

"Birthday Love Song" lyrics by, Bub Pratt

BIRTHDAY LOVE SONG Hope you like your reflection in my eyes, like mood rings they’re bluer than usual & yours seem to be more green than I’ve ever seen with a gaze that’s deeper than casual. Hope you like my lips to touch your lips, so many things can be said in a kiss or silly love songs that seem to ramble on & on I know you’ll hear more than just the gist. You fascinate me, drive me crazy, in every way you turn me one. I bought my ticket & I’m all in it, just say the words & we’ll be gone. Hope you like my skin upon your skin, the way we move is so natural, showers of kisses you know what this is something growing to be beautiful. You fascinate me, drive me crazy, in every way you turn me one. I bought my ticket & I’m all in it, just say the words & we’ll be gone. & It’s your birthday, it’s your birthday, happy birthday my love, ya it’s your birthday, it’s your birthday, it’s your birthday happy birthday my love. Ooooohs Hope you like this song I wrote for you. You'll inspire so much more than this, a crazy little way to start your day, I just hope it’s worth a kiss. You fascinate me, drive me crazy, in every way you turn me on. I bought my ticket & I’m all in it, just say the words & we’ll be gone. & It’s your birthday, it’s your birthday, happy birthday my love, ya it’s your birthday, it’s your birthday, it’s your birthday happy birthday my love.

"Lament for Joy" lyrics: Bub Pratt

LAMENT FOR JOY & the sun feels like it did that summer we laid on the beach & dreamed of all the things we could do together. But we didn’t bother thinking of the paths our lives were really taking, snow angels in the sand were more fun. You’ll get a job maybe at a Kibbutz & I’m starting school in the fall. Funny how best times never are realized until you grow further from the past. Or the all night jams of Blues & Bebop takin’ the ‘A Train’ tradin’ fours, everybody had a turn at a solo. & the air was thick with jazz & smoking, Black Cocks box on mushroom tea, we were free to be & live our own lives. You’ll see the world with your bass in your hands & I’ll find a way out of here. Funny how best times never are realized until you grow further from the past, the life that we started ebbs & flows either way & those that have parted live in dreams.

Lyrics for "Same Time"

SAME TIME: There’s no place where you can see the sunset & rise at the same time. Catch the 9:49 to the island in time for a cigarette & a new frame of mind. Take me for granted, notice I’m gone, you must’ve planned it, I’m moving on. I can see the light that shines behind your eyes, leaves me effected & torn at the same time. You walk to me in my dreams, I hold my arms stretched out, not recognition in your face as you drift by. Take me for granted, notice I’m gone, you must’ve planned it, I’m moving on. There’s no place where you can see the sunset & rise at the same time.

Lyrics to "FLYING" by Bub Pratt

This song was written in 1998 but I never had a chance to record it properly until the 'Memoirs' ep. FLYING: Beneath the haze of the sun, cool breezes blow her way & I’m not coming down until the following day. Pictures creeping past like the world these things never phase me, so I move too fast but your words will always stay with me when I’m flying. Tie my tongue will I die young pull the trigger of this gun just everyone before me? Colors twisting & I’m missing perfect lips that I’m not kissing while we listen to each other breath & we’re flying, oh we’re flying. In the sand the kids take muddy showers while we skip the rocks up off the beach. I can stand & watch these kids for hours and the simple wisdoms that they teach.

Lyrics for "Ode to Brandi" by Bub Pratt

ODE TO BRANDI A blank page for Brandi as we lift our glass to the Gods, we sank & kissed & got all randy, rollin’ up in a ball. Know that it’s real, know that it’s real, know that it real how you feel. Being who he wasn’t he could be who he wanted to be, don’t wanna make you better I just wanna make you believe. Know that it’s real, know that it’s real, know that it real when you feel. Common sense & apprehension’s rarely hand in hand kick the fear to live & you’ll be stickin’ it to the man. So stand next to the fire & you might not ever get burned, standin’ next to a liar & the burn can hurt even worse. Know that it’s real, know that it’s real, know that it real ‘cause you feel. Kisses in the alley thought I’d see you again, can’t find real change on the corner that’s what all the books said. To make it in this world you need to count your beans every night, to make it with a girl sometimes you have to put up a fight. Know that it’s real, know that it’s real, know that it real it’s why we feel. A blank page for Brandi as we lift our glass to the Gods, we sank & kissed & got all randy, rollin’ up in a ball. Know that it’s real, know that it’s real, know that it real, know that it’s real, know that it real why we feel.