Category: Eric Din

A new song from Eric Din

Sometimes songs are their own best description, and I think that is the case here. I had fun making this, and I am still fascinated and surprised by it a few weeks later. Based on real events, of course. Hope you enjoy.

This place isn’t here anymore
This place isn’t here anymore
This place isn’t here anymore

The Bank of Nowhere closed all the accounts
All transactions are fraudulent now (all the cards are cancelled now)
Plastic pink flamingos flying south
This place isn’t here anymore

This place isn’t here anymore
This place isn’t here anymore
This place isn’t here anymore

Schools are empty, the golf course growing wild
There’s no water in the old swimming hole
There’s no drinks at the bar where our story’s told
This place isn’t here anymore

Junior says they don’t know what to look for
I used to know just right where we are
Now I’ve lost my way in a self-driving car
And this place isn’t here anymore
It’s not here anymore
This place isn’t here anymore
It’s gone for sure
Oh, this place isn’t here anymore

Eric Din – acoustic guitars, electric bass, vocals, production
Thomas White – drums

© 2021 Eric Roy Dinwiddie
King Roy Music, BMI

This song started as a blurt. I had this idea for a rock n’ roll rave-up one night and recorded it as a voice memo as it came to me. Something possessed me to share that, and soon after, I decided to make a full-on band recording of it. All of the other recordings I’ve made in the last year and a half have been either me alone, or me collaborating with cats remotely. Once we were all vaccinated, and it seemed reasonable to do a live session, I was hungry to play in real-time with a band again. So I assembled a “band-for-a-day” of some of my favorite cats for a one-song session. I sent them my blurt-demo and we set a date at East Bay Recorders with my producer/engineer hero Michael Rosen. We practiced it, recorded it, took a little snapshot and bye-bye. I took that home, finished the lyrics, and came back a week later to caterwaul. And caterwaul I did! I am very pleased with the result, and so grateful to these cats for bringing this baby home for me. I wanted a fun, loud, joyous rave-up to close my album, and here it is. The verses express my love for playing live music, in studio or on stage, and my love for dancing to a live band in a club or concert venue – all things we haven’t been able to do much of lately. Funny detail – I organized this production as sort of a birthday present to myself. I can’t have an in-person party this year, but I can share this song as a kind of virtual party, and, everyone is invited! I hope you enjoy. Dancing shoes recommended! And thank you.

Eric Din – Acoustic guitar and vocals
Sean Griffin – Electric guitar
Damon Wood – Electric guitar
Dave Ellis – Tenor sax
Kevin T White – Bass
JT John – Drums

Recorded and mixed by Michael Rosen at East Bay Recorders
Produced by Eric Din for Berkeley Cat Records
Cover design by Paul Jackson
Berkeley Cat Records logo by Shannon Wheeler

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Come on, won’t you dance with me
Come on, won’t you dance with me
Come on, won’t you dance with me
Come on, won’t you dance with me
Come on, oh won’t you dance with me

It’s been so heavy and we made it thru some crazy,
Gonna have a little caterwaul and party,
I like that feeling when they open up the doors,
The band is gettin’ ready and we step on the floor,
I like the way they crash it down on the one together,
And when ya raise your arms even better,

Come on, won’t you dance with me..

Promenade

It’s been so lonely in this social isolation,
Been so crazy what be happenin’ in the world,
So today I’m pressing record with some friends,
On these instruments they made in the before time,
Do it once, ain’t no lookin’ back,
Don’t fix it, it’s broken, we like it like that,

Come on, won’t you dance with me..

It’s been so heavy and we’re livin’ thru some crazy,
Gonna have a little caterwaul and party,
I like that feeling’ when we’re bouncing off the floor
The house is getting sweaty and we call out for more,
And when the last big chord echoes through the hall,
It’s thank you for coming, and we love you all,
Good night

Come on, won’t you dance with me..
Come on, baby won’t you dance with me

© 2021 Eric Roy Dinwiddie
King Roy Music, BMI

Released August 1, 2021

Another surprise single! What?! So many surprises. We’ve gone fishen.

BACK IN THE DAYS OF ANSWERING THE PHONE
(Back in the days of answering the phone)
THERE WERE THINGS THAT PEOPLE DID AND STUFF
(There were things that people did and stuff)
NOW WHEN IT RINGS I CHUCK IT IN MY BAG
I DO NOT NEED WHATEVER THEY MIGHT HAVE
WHO CAN IT BE, I DO NOT GIVE A DAMN
LET’S CRUSH OUR SIM CARDS AND GO ON THE LAM

I’LL LEAVE A SIGN IN CRAYON, ON THE CLUBHOUSE DOOR

Bye bye
GONE FISHEN
Ciao!
GONE FISHEN
Tschuess denn
GONE FISHEN
Fare thee well
GONE FISHEN

I QUIT THE OLD APARTMENT AND I QUIT MY WORRYIN’
I QUIT ALL OF MY QUITTIN’ AND I QUIT IT ALL AGAIN
I QUIT THE QUITTIN’ HELP GROUP THAT I NEVER REALLY JOINED
I QUIT AND SPLIT AND DID IT WITH THE KIT THAT WE PURLOINED

SOME FAKE FRIENDS WHO WERE NOT NICE TO ME
I QUIT THEM, FOR I AM FOND OF ME
DON’T MISS THEM, IT IS NO MYSTERY
GONE FISHEN, GONE FISHEN, GONE FISHEN

BACK IN THE DAYS OF ANSWERING THE PHONE
IT USED TO WORRY ME, IT USED TO VEX ME,
EXHASPERATED, WRESTLING FOR CONTROL
I DON’T MISS IT, GONE FISHEN
NOW WHEN IT RATTLES I HEAVE IT INTO A VOLCANO
I DO NOT HEED WHATEVER THEY MIGHT EXPLAINO
REPORTED IN AS MISLEADING OR SCAM
DELETE THE SPAMBOTS AND THE PHONY JAMS

WE’LL LEAVE A NOTE IN LEMON JUICE ON THE CLUBHOUSE DOOR

Bye Bye
GONE FISHEN
Hasta Luego
GONE FISHEN
Ciao Bella
GONE FISHEN
Sayonara
GONE FISHEN

Eric Din – Guitar, Bass, and Vocals

© 2021 Eric Roy Dinwiddie
King Roy Music, BMI

Artwork by Shannon Wheeler

Here’s a track I made with the help of Moose, Thomas, and Adam, all members of the Uptones at various times. A Mini-Tones, if you will! We did this remotely, as these things go nowadays, in our respective houses and studios, tracks careening through the Interwebs like on Star Trek transporters run amok. Lyrics and credits below. Feel free to share any ol’ which way if ya like, even on.. the WALL!!
-Dinbot

Talkin’ To The Wall

I don’t ever want to be what you want me to be
I don’t ever want to see what you want me to see
I’m not what you think I am I see your evil plan
I don’t ever want to be what you think that I am

Oh oh, appearances deceiving
Oh oh, I’m talkin’ to the wall
Oh oh, talkin’ to the wall
Oh oh, talkin’ to the wall
Oh oh, yellin’ at the wall

I don’t ever want to lie I do it every day
My life is a fiction now a farce in every way
Staring down the selfies will you like me when I’m dead
There’s no antidote now for what they put in my head

Oh oh, staring down the selfies
Oh oh, and talkin’ to the wall
Oh oh, talkin’ to the wall
Oh oh, talkin’ to the wall
Oh oh, I’m climbing up the wall

I don’t ever want to be what you want me to be
I don’t ever want to see what you want me to see
I’m not what you think I am I see your evil plan
I don’t ever want to be what you think that I am

Oh oh, appearances deceiving
Oh oh, I’m talkin’ to the wall
Oh oh, talkin’ to the wall
Oh oh, talkin’ to the wall
Oh oh, delete it from the wall

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Eric Din – Acoustic Guitar, Electric Bass and Vocals
Moose Lethridge – Acoustic Lead Guitar and Vocals
Thomas White – Drums
Adam Beach – Tenor Sax
Produced, mixed, and otherwise cat-handled by Eric Din

© 2021 Dinwiddie / Lethridge
King Roy Music, BMI