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Dara Ackerman What I love best about flapping, Flapping...(actually, there are so many things. And so many someones I love so much)...but most of all, it’s how OUT THERE you all are when you get together. Definitely worth the > 2 decade wait!!
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Into Talk Radio Joe Woodard I’ve got a call into talk radio I wanna be someone, somewhere out in the air I wanna speak from the highest mountain All from the comforts of my room, I’ve heard that Two can really be as one I’ve got this burning, deep sensation If you could hear me now, you’d hear me out somehow I’ve got a thing or two to say I just want 15 minutes stretched into a life Chorus Two can really be as one But think about the numbers of Strangers in the wings who could Tune in anytime to the radio I know the hotline into cool And when the hour is near, the detonation’s here Trading off love for information If words could kill, this place could be so peaceful Two can really be as one But think about the numbers of Strangers in the wings who could Tune in anytime to the radio
Closet World 04:30
Closet World Joe Woodard I will meet you in some closet world We’ll split the difference and the cost I’ll partake of some potentially enchanting ritual I’ll be anything and everything I’ll wear a brave or tender face As the clock is striking, closet worlds are closing up again Chorus You needed a friend I came to your bitter ending Party, make a toast I’ll see you in a closet world (last x: I’ll free you in a closet world) Jacarandas bloom on easy street Here, trash bags dangle from the trees We always cease to be amazed, these things should make us ill-at-ease Taking refuge is a sweet revenge If only for a day or two I won’t call you by your name, if you won’t tell me what to do Bridge: Once you recognize a thrill, you’ll see And know the meaning of the words What will be will be will be
Something for Nothing Joe Woodard Something for nothing, I'm dreaming of a place Where someone massages your temple And hums in your ear, a song you'd thought you'd forgotten Some things will never be right, a perfect world Only exists in illusion, You can color my days But the black/white shades take the night train Something for nothing, something for nothing You weren't supposed to see the things you caught a glimpse of You weren't supposed to remember The sorrier states when the whole thing started to crumble Something for nothing, something for nothing A walk in the park, a flight from skeleton daymares Something for nothing, I'm dreaming of a time When nothing will fail in fruition And a soft, smiling face prevails Oasis, no stasis Some things will always be right, no matter what When you ignore all the landmarks You can save me again With a gentle nod of ascension
Stinger 05:44
Stinger Joe Woodard I’ve got that woman in my head, like a stinger A real dead ringer, for the real damn thing She’s fingering my emotions, like a yo-yo Gone rococo, just solid gone Makes promises like threats, then turns to tender I must surrender, I must be mad Chorus I’ve got a Jesus in my head, like a true believer Should I leave her? Should I go to Him? Jesus on the sideline, calling favors I’ll call him up and ask him what she wants I’ll call him up and ask him what she wants You know everything that’s rising is converging Like lovers merging, before a storm She eats me up on Monday, calm by Tuesday My good blues day, in fighting form I’ve got that woman in my head, like a stinger A real dead ringer, for the real damn thing
Winding Way 04:39
Winding Way Joe Woodard They lived on Winding Way Down by the park Time flies in humble homes Bought on a lark Chorus: They’re living in a dream that somebody else Had oh so long ago They’re drifting down a stream, like somebody else Did oh so long ago They got what they deserve Some peace in the breeze Of years spent in maintenance Of family trees They loved on Winding Way Down for the count Time flew, before they knew The planet’s rebounding
Tuesday Afternoon Joe. Woodard Tuesday afternoon, I can't believe You're coming soon, I'm here to tell you Caught between a week of rocky starts And bitter endings, all is well for now The clouds have parted to reveal The strangest colored sky, just like your eyes Tuesday afternoon is getting better After all, I'm here to tell you Moody attitudinal conditions In a poker-faced position I'm trying to erase all traces of your face And get back to submission I'm thinking of a number between One thing or another, here's a clue On Tuesday afternoon, I'm getting better After all, I'm here to tell you Bridge I could not see clearly long ago Now was never-ending like a go-between In ghostly chapters in unpublished novels
Danger in Numbers Joe Woodard There's a danger in numbers when you can't go to sleep Without dreaming of villains and counting the black sheep When the muchness surrounds you like Strange faces caught in the storm There's a thin white line keeping you from overloading When the system shuts down on itself from corroding From out of the blue comes an info parade Set to do you in Chorus One tiny, one tiny sliver of light Penetrates the dark looming blanket of night One little, one little flicker is all that it takes There's a danger is feeling such safety around you If you fade in too fast, life could melt all around you As the numbers start mounting, the feeling turns bitter again There's a danger in numbers when you can't go to sleep Without dreaming of villains and counting the black sheep And the lessons you've learned tangle Up in a ball of bad wisdom
Wonder in the Backyard Joe Woodard Chorus: Asparagus gone wild A wonder in the backyard No understated underachiever, this Asparagus gone wild, asparagus gone wild verse Just when you thought, you knew the rules And everyone and everything did, too There’s a rubber situation God or voodoo in the cracks of everything is everything Just when you thought, you got the game And life behaves on ordinary plans There’s a monster in the making Jolly giant in the life of plants outside our happy home Chorus Water and soil, seeds and deliverance A vegetable’s a minor miracle But there’s a salivating envy In the garden where the super spear yearns heavenward Just when you thought, wonder had ended You come upon surreal bodacity Chalk it up to aberration Talk it up as just a grandiose ambition of the soul
Ruffriff 02:51
The Dawning of… Joe Woodard I keep holding on because there’s nothing else to do In the dawning of the dawning of… We’re just keeping up a good front, sadder than a clown With a happy scowl, and a frowning joy I’m not aware of what I’m wearing, thinner by the day In the absence of the presence of I keep holding on because you could say just because In the dawning of the dawning of…
The Greener End Joe Woodard You could talk until there's nothing to say You could peer into the window of day Coming down, bathed in sound No better tonic to cauterize the wound Than slinking toward the greener end You could listen to the wind and that kind of thing Get a notion, get a life, go for everything Once removed, twice inspired No better tonic to cauterize the wound Than thinking of a greener end Bridge No better detour, no sexier delight No "good to meetcha," no shame in wrong or right Nothing tastes better than when you eat outside No flies in the butter, no healthy compromise You could sing beyond the point where someone's listening Raise an anthem to the sun, was your awakening You came along, bathed in song
Boy Meets Girl Joe Woodard Boy meets girl, then the trouble begins It's the story of the world through the foggiest lens Sometimes you don't know a foe from a friend Let alone the road to enlightenment When boy meets girl, then boy meets girl You get zipped lips on a trip down to the company store Where greasy little pieces of news are slippin' 'round on the floor You don't have to join in the chorus of geeks Who get from day-to-day on the stories of freaks Like boy meets girl, when boy meets girl Live alone, stay at home, count your blessings When you've got a broken telephone When boy meets girl the sparks will fly And the Smokey the Bear of the heart will keep a watchful eye There's trouble ahead like the trouble behind And there's trouble in the mind of the fool who dwells on Boy meets girl Oh, boy meets girl
Another One 04:50
Another One Joe Woodard The good and young are dying every day Whoops, there goes another one You barely have the time to buy the Flowers or a card, save two or three There's many words the language has to bear But I can't think of another one If I say the same thing twice, it's just because I'm learning how to say it right Chorus There's something over there Just out of sight and out of reach Greener pastures tickle toes Of everybody else but me Lips are meeting in the park of life Young hearts are fluttering It's not polite to watch with envy Dwelling on the things you'd like to have I loved you once, you'll love me once again I will survive the other one A taste for resolution in my brain Keeps me in and out of being sane
The Aim of Love Joe Woodard (dream-spawned song) I'm coming to the name of love I've been thinking in my sleep, and Marveling at the game of love, and Wondering 'bout the aim of love Does it while away the years Lost echoes in the name of love? Chorus: The aim of love That ticking feeling tickling hours The same for love Gone heavenward, those hearty powers Zeroed on the aim of love Considering your lovely face I'd be foolish to refrain from telling all About our case, and Wanting all the world to know That love resided here and Labored in the name of love I'm coming to the name of love I've been drinking in my sleep, and Dizzied by the game of love Encircling the subjects of... Dizzied by the clouds, of Wanting what I'm dreaming of chorus/then: The aim of love, the aim of love, the aim of love, the aim of love, the aim of love


With "rock 'n' droll" band flapping, Flapping's "seeyoutonite," the long-promised, long-labored-over long play record is finally out, only 24 years after the previous model, "Montgomery Street" (1996), following the debut album "TEX" (1995, as flapping, Flapping FLAPPING). Much has changed, and much mulched in the soil of sameness. The core “band” is now Tom Lackner (drums, percussion, studiophonics) and Joe Woodard (guitar, songs, some voices), originally member Bruce Winter having flown for eastern shores. But no less than 20 musicians have kindly graced these tracks with their various musical powers. The singing team includes Woodard, Glen (Toad the Wet Sprocket) Phillips, Parry (Nerf Herder) Gripp, Zach Madden, Jesse Rhodes, Todd Capps, and a cameo by Bruce (“seeyoutonite”) Winter, adorned by the dulcet tones of harmonists Anna Abbey, Lois Mahalia, Nicole Lvoff, and David Cowan (whose garden was the inspiration for “Wonder in the Backyard”). “Faux Flannery (O’Connor)” narrator Lara Ernest also shows up, reprising her role from the album TEX’s “Wise Blood,” on the Wise Blood-related song “Stinger.”

Winter’s emptied bass chair was filled in by David Piltch, Chris Symer, and Steve Nelson. The mighty man-of-keys Brian Mann contributed actual accordion and non-actual Hammond B-3, Todd Capps also played key parts (keyboard parts, that is) including “glock ‘n’ roll” on “Tuesday Afternoon,” multi-man Bill Flores lent his pedal steel poetry, as well as baritone and alto saxes, and Angus Cooke dialed in his magical parts on “Another One.” Last but not least, what rock album is complete without trombone? That would be Madalena Fossatti. Completing the package and picture, photographer Matt Straka—supplier of the iconic cover of Montgomery Street (and resident thereof)—joined in to supply images and designs.

Songs on seeyoutonite cover and smother a range of topics, including: the perils of fame/acceptance lust (“Into Talk Radio”), materialism vs. matters of the heart (“Something for Nothing”), the info overload waltz “Danger in Numbers,” the tension-and-release-and-repeat between earthly and spiritual love (“Stinger,” “the Aim of Love”), varying shades of love sagas (“Boy Meets Girl,” ), the narcotic tedium of Mondays (“The Dawning of…”) and a power struggle in the actual and metaphorical garden (“Wonder in the Backyard”). To name a few.

Welcome to f,F, v. 3. Seeyoutonite.


released May 12, 2020

flapping, Flapping, seeyoutonite (HI-151)

1. Into Talk Radio
2. Closet World
3. Something for Nothing
4. Stinger
5. Winding Way
6. Tuesday Afternoon
7. Danger in Numbers
8. Wonder in the Backyard
9. Wonder in the Backyard (Slight Return)
10. Ruffriff
11. The Dawning of...
12. The Greener End
13. Boy Meets Girl
14. Another One
15. The Aim of Love

Joe Woodard, guitars, vocals, songwritings
Tom Lackner, drums and synthesizers

Album art and photography: Matt Straka

Into Talk Radio
Bruce Winter, bass
Lackner, Sympathizers

Closet World
Bruce Winter, vocal
Steve Nelson, bass
Todd Capps, keyboard

Something for Nothing
Glen Phillips, lead vocal
Bill Flores, pedal steel, alto sax
Chris Symer, bass
Brian Mann, accordion
Anna Abbey, harmony vox
Madalena Fossatti, trombone

Jesse Rhodes, lead vocals
Lois Mahalia, b/g vox
David Piltch, bass
Lara Earnest, faux Flannery

Winding Way
Zach Madden, lead vocal
Steve Nelson, bass
Todd Capps, keyboards
Nicole Lvoff, b/g vocals

Tuesday Afternoon
Bruce Winter, bass
Nate Birkey, trumpet
Bill Flores, alto sax(es)
Madalena Fossatti, trombone
Todd Capps, Wurli and glockenspiel
Nicole Lvoff, background vox

Danger in Numbers
Glen Phillips, lead vocal
Bill Flores, pedal steel
David Piltch, bass
Brian Mann, accordion
Anna Abbey, background vox

Wonder in the Backyard/Wonder (Slight Return)
Parry Gripp, vocals
Dave Cowan, harmony vox
Steve Nelson, bass
Brian Mann, accordion
Lackner, marimba
Claire Woodard, French recitation on “Slight Return”

The Tom & Joe Show
David Binney, alt-alto saxophone
Lackner, synthesizer

The Dawning of...
Bruce Winter, bass
T.S. Lackner, synth
Nicole Lvoff, b/g vocals

The Greener End
David Piltch, bass

Boy Meets Girl
Chris Symer, bass
Nate Birkey, trumpet
Bill Flores, baritone sax(es)
Madalena Fossatti, trombone
Brian Mann, B-3 organ

Another One
Todd Capps, vocals
Steve Nelson, bass
Angus Cooke, cello
Lackner, synth

The Aim of Love
Glen Phillips, lead vocal
Lois Mahalia, background vocal
Steve Nelson, bass
Brian Mann, B-3 organ
Todd Capps, piano


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"Rock 'n' droll" band flapping, Flapping's "seeyoutonite," is the long-promised, long-labored-over follow-up to “Montgomery Street" (1996), the sophomore model after the debut album TEX (1995, as flapping, Flapping, FLAPPING). The core “band”--Tom Lackner and Joe Woodard--hosted a 20-strong guest list, including Bruce Winter, Glen Phillips, Parry Gripp, Zach Madden, Jesse Rhodes, and Todd Capps. ... more

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