Tuesday, May 11, 2010


Laid The Needle down & plunged it in
Hit the Vein & the Feeling ran through my blood
Round & Round spinnin' with a whirlwind Of a mind floatin' like a sitar
Grindin' like A 'Royal Aristocrat Doll' I knew many years ago
who had many a Hair Dye

Catty as she could be within her supreme jewel knecked beauty
Gone home beauty Grown up all wrong
Purred did her pussycat whilst talkin bout' dem shoe's she wore

I laughed for I knew the Change already came beneath That Thumb that sailed me on flight 505
straight into Carnaby street hookers who were living in the past down on Sepulveda
She couldn't help her mother- but Mother helped herself to yours truly
Mommas little helper Don't come down cheap

cost me nuthin'

As Poundin' came all black like wet dripping paint
her summer clothes were ruined only when she walked by, But Dig it..Couldn't turn my head

I was lit up people

And Brutha's & Sista's I got shook.
When she talked behind her friends Back Anne &Jane
I knew That Stupid Girl on the other block was 10 times hipper then the
Blind Date nightmare on the stretch of Highway 101
But hence she Rocked My world when

I Laid that needle to the groove & hit that vein like I said
Not in my arm like all the flowers think on the Dead vines of Hollywood Blvd.

But in the vinyl

Then euphoria swam through my Blood
That's how it felt Man when Played Aftermath By the Rollin' Stones & heard it for the first time
Those who know Rock n Roll know , Those who don't

written by Michael Ubaldini
copyright Library of congress

Sunday, May 9, 2010


A Lot of people ask me what I use on my records to get a certain sound..like man how do ya get such a grat big Yet Tough sound?.well gang its all..Old Vintage Amps That I have been using for years- some Old Fender Champs , An Old Grestch Amp & An early 60's Fender BASSMAN I bought off Brian Setzer My old friend years Ago in the Early 9o's ..All Tube I never use no solid state Or Rack Junk..

I know I have always been amazed at why people use new Amps Or these little boxes That simulate the real Old School amps when they can just save some money and get the real thing.. Don't get Hung up at NAMM looking at all this new stuff to shortcut the music & Sound....Just
Git yerself The real deal...plug er in and let it Make some noise....

Also I look for old Non name brand old things or Handmade insturments that can give me a real Honest Rock n roll sound..
Its all a matter of Taste of course butI have found a Burger still tastes better on a grill then nuked in the microwave.. It fills ya up gives ya what ya need quick... But Don't Quite taste right,,

Thursday, May 6, 2010

Dream Sequence # 2 “LOST AMERICAN NIGHT” (Greasers’ Paradise)

Dream Sequence # 2
(Greasers’ Paradise)

Cigarette lighter
The sound of the clip
The smell of butane
My hands on yours
My sweet baby’s hip
Leaning back in your flower summer dress
On my ’62 Cutlass Old’s
‘ neath the stars
Lighting up tar pit skies
Beer bottle clankin’ the top of the hood
My black leather jacket ‘round you
My sweet baby’s shoulders
Wastin’ the night away
Embraced in a solitude

Here the whole world stops
All the hate
All the murders
All the politics
All the cynicism
For tonight the moon is shining
Bright as chrome on
Hubcap wheels

Your chest pressed firm to my heart
Against my dirty T-shirt
Raise the staff and watch
The red sea highway
Of hot asphalt part
The ragtop down

Our life’s eight millimeter film
On life’s celluloid reel
For tonight my sweet angel
You give the kiss
Most men wish to claim or steal
But the only crime is the truth
That exists in our hearts

So let’s hold on to this moment
In a lifetime gone wrong
Catch one dream in a glimpse
In fury’s existence belong
The treasure jewel lives in eternal
A Greasers’ paradise
Beauteous and tragic
In a lost American night

-Dream Sequence # 2 -“LOST AMERICAN NIGHT” (Greasers’ Paradise)-
Copyright 2008 – Michael Ubaldini-library of congress
all rights reserved including the rights of reproduction in whole part in any form

Saturday, May 1, 2010

MY DAYS AS A CARNEY- by Michael Ubaldini


MY DAYS AS A CARNEY- by Michael Ubaldini
I was beat busted, and rusted and disgusted..I heard the folk singer singin’
So I knew I felt that way too…

So I jumped up to the evening’s radiant fortitude of rusted vomit and strolled out onto the blacktop pavement. I was only19 years old but I dreamed of the carnival.

..My goal would be completed as I walked many years and tears later through a looking glass window, crashed into a sleepless hut and smoked a pack of empty cigarettes…scrambled to a railway line looking to jump the train, but by the time the train rolled round’ to me in this century I knew it would take my arm off so I roamed on without a train to catch

So I jumped a burro and it led me into a tent of sorts

I cleaned cages

Rang bells

Fought off ‘Tom Thumb’ and kicked out the ‘Bearded lady’

Cause her beard was thicker then mine

.. ..I often (after whipping the ringmaster several times into the hoop jumping scoundrel that he was)…came to the conclusion that was all he hired me for…so I told him to stick his neck into the lions mouth to get his head back…I think he rather enjoyed it (though I felt he knew nothing about Chuck Berry and it made me sick!)

The people came and me and Tom Thumb sat drinkin’ whiskey and trying’ to pick up chicks…he tried to fight me and got a little jealous cause I got all the tall girls…I couldn’t understand why he was trying’ to steal the stilts from the ‘Top Hatted Tall Man’, who read nothing but Esquire magazine on every other Tuesday looking for a coupon to buy himself a cane to give to ‘The Fat Lady’(He was sensitive like that)….

The more towns we traveled to, the more I became withdrawn…..

I couldn’t understand the politician who kept kissing himself in the funhouse mirror…Couldn’t he reconcile his differences elsewhere?

..Chuck Berry was blastin’ from the rafters and once again the Mayor man(That’s who he claimed to be anyway) was trying to shut us down….He kept saying we was too American for our own good

And he was gonna tell us what to do for our own good (I admit I was game until they told us somethin’ bout freedom only getting ya outta being humane).

.But I couldn’t agree with him,

So I gave him my candy colored straw hat and stuffed toy for being so strong as to ring the bell and sent him off to debate with ‘The Trapeze Artist’…..I figured they could shoot off the cannon ball and figure out that Stonewall Jackson and Mr. Ulysses Grant had done enough….so they should enjoy life and take in a ball game…you know…take it easy man…The Mayor man (or so he claimed)even tried to get outta payin’ us!!

I was blown away!!....Him of all people!! I knew as did Tom Thumb that this cat was was just lookin’ to become an animal that stood on two hind legs and I knew after all from learning the tricks of the trade from The Fat Lady that ‘Animal Farm’ was already well known and still in print….to be honest I didn’t really care as he did try to pay for his prize after all later that day and the carnival would just have to roll into the next town without him…kinda miss that ol’ troublemaker…reminded me of my dear old teacher back at school…

The one who told me all about how life is a carnival. but I was one up on him cause ‘ my sister already had a copy of ‘The Band” album….me and Tom Thumb played it over and over again til’ the turntable broke during a cheap stunt in Portland.

.. ..I did this for about a 3 year period. I fell in love several times with a ‘Dancing woman who swallowed swords’…she was incredible….but we had to part..It was true love after all and she did give me that ol’ guitar and my life really hasn’t been the same ever since…

I quit the carnival and joined the circus and became a Rock n Roll Star…me and ‘Annie Oakley’ and ‘Stack O lee’……

Singin’ and a shootin’

Hittin’ the target and winning’ the prize...and those tours across the pond were cool...bringin’ the carnival to new places and seeing everyone get hoppin’ mad bout’ how there is too much ‘American influence’ everywhere

…why you shoulda’ seen em’ get hoppin’ mad about it all…I wasn’t scared cause there is a sucker born every minute (That’s a famous P.T. Barnum saying you know)...and we just kept selling the loudest critics of the lot more and more Levis…..Man we made a killing on those blue jeans…..they sure hated us but they sho’ looked good in Levis…..

Well we sailed cross back home to ..Ellis Island..….. But it was closed for repair, so we landed on ‘Plymouth Rock ‘

They almost turned us away but ‘The Incredible Jesto the Human Cannon Ball' told em’- carneys are really ‘Pilgrims in disguise’…. so they let us through.

I decided right there and then and there with my guitar in tow...to go my separate way…So I did and wished-

Tom Thumb,

The Fat Lady, Stack O’ and Annie,The Ringmaster, The Dancer,

The Bearded lady,

The Trapeze artist,

The Top Hatted Tall Man,

Jesto & the Burro- ‘Good Luck’

And headed out to sing across the great land of ‘Mark Twain’

.. ..I sure miss my days as a Carney

-Michael Ubaldini

Copyright 2008 – Michael Ubaldini-library of congress
all rights reserverd including the rights of reproduction in whole part in any form
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