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Goleta Electric

by Joe Woodard

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Falling in with the Out Crowd Joe Woodard I've just fallen in with the out crowd, still falling in, falling in Got caught up in rage, it was pulling me down Like insomnia in some strange town There's a comfort in grim understanding The ins and outs, the sins and doubts When your circle of friends starts to growing You might start to feel giddy or dizzy chorus: I bumped into you in the nick of time Salvation through corruption of the old point of view I followed you, falling right in with the out crowd I found myself lost in a daydream Where nothing is real, you took me down You grabbed hold of my hand, as if you were saving a drowning man You get flung into orbits of people connected by affection's ties And the news from the outside is filtered through Secret decoders, down-loaders bridge: Out of mind is right in line, with where I'm thinking we belong Out of sight means nothing's wrong I'm counting on slipping right out of the stream where the people who fell find their own copyright 2021, words and music by Joe Woodard
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Freedom in Kentfield Joe Woodard We came to this world, in a box sent from Somewhere We gorged on a diet of weeds ‘n’ such We formed a girls’ club, occasional squabbles don’t ruffle our feathers too much We came to this room when we were much smaller Pecked at the ground and warmed by the pile We knew we were loved, by a strange looming (chicken?) tender, of signature voices and smiles chorus: Well, goodbye to the nest, good hello to the open field, to Freedom in Kentfield, freedom in Kentfield More still to come, there’ll be more in Marin Freedom in Kentfield for now We’re feeders of food chains, feeders of love We’re feeders, our kinfolk are breeders We don’t yet relate to the fate of our future We do what we do, no more grandiose a plan chorus (instrumental interlude) chorus: Well, goodbye to the nest, good hello to the open field, to Freedom in Kentfield, freedom in Kentfield More still to come, there’ll be more in Marin Freedom in Kentfield for now Freedom in Kentfield, freedom in Kentfield More still to come, there’ll be more in Marin Freedom in Kentfield for now (copyright Joe Woodard, 2021)
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A Season of Things Joe Woodard In a season of things The taste of salvation, the sadness machine I don’t know what I want But I know with things, I can start coming clean Bring ‘em on, bring ‘em on There’s a reason for things Like numbers and trees in logical lines If it all falls apart Blame it on things, undone undivine Bring ‘em on, bring ‘em on It’s a seasonal thing Counting on fingers and sensitive toes If all things must pass All things are equal, smell like a fading rose Cast ‘em off, bring ‘em on copyright 2021, words/music by Joe Woodard
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"Anti-Gravity (slight advance)" "...pu dnats t'nac I"
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Anti-Gravity 04:18
Anti-Gravity Joe Woodard We're hanging upside down again Trying to get some blood to where the thoughts begin It's business as unusual Someone's giving orders, but there is no plan chorus: I can't stand up under these conditions of confusion Half the time I don't know my way up from down Below the ground We're basking in the scenery Like vapor trails of happiness, we're in a mist All our meanest finery Can't put a dent in semi-mental irony We've been down all these roads before We sung about the white lines on the free, freeway Each place is like a note in time Harmony in life in circularity bridge: I'm slipping in and out of knowing Where the in and out are going Hold my hand, if you can find it Relying on my memory I'm stumbling and stammering I'd hold my head, if I could find it copyright 2021, words/music by Joe Woodard
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High As a Kite Joe Woodard Well, you're high as a kite, with an aerial view of the clouds And a front row seat at the spectacle of some ecstatic feeling Your feet are not touching the ground 'Cause the ground is no matter I'm groveling around here to find out the Key to your heart High and higher we aspire Wild fire licks at the soul once too often Well, you're fresh as a thought that comes spilling out When you awaken Before the world has had a chance to leave it bruised and battered I'm looking at you looking off in some enchanted distance Hungry for a contact high, hungry for that feeling You're high as a kite, you're making a pact with the wind Mileage on a gentle breeze, you're sailing ever homeward And I'm scanning the sky for a glimpse of the blur that is you Groping for an opening, so I can be high, too copyright 2021, words/music by Joe Woodard
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Burning Bridges Joe Woodard Once more we're taking to the road, burning bridges as we go Under threat of darkening skies We stay alive together, like we always have before We're placing faith in little things And feeling safe inside this ring Of true affection, genuine tenderness Like a fire burning in the deadest night chorus Burning bridges with no fear, leaving wreckage to the rear We've made mistakes but no one said the story ends right here Life is a pretty, fragile gem You want to taste its beauty now until the end And when time is flashing its evil grin You want so bad, you let the strangest feelings in Still there's the sacred voice of love Some wordless voice from up above That, once you hear, you'll spend your life with bended ear Your recollections keeping you afloat chorus Burning bridges as we go, we leave no traces that can show The world won't always welcome lovers, so it goes and goes last chorus Burning bridges with no fear, leaving wreckage to the rear We've made mistakes but no one said the story ends right here Burning bridges as we go, we leave no traces that can show The world won't always welcome lovers, so it goes and goes copyright 2021, words/music by Joe Woodard
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Love Slips 03:36
Love Slips Joe Woodard Love slips in the side door like a rogue Scuffling through a kitchen in the oven goes a humble pie Makes its way to where the bed is lying there in wait Slipping in and out of doors along the way Sound of clinking ice on glass intended to pave the way Smell of clouds of essence of desires copyright 2021, words/music by Joe Woodard
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Amorous Grace Joe Woodard Oh, amorous grace, how sweet the smell Immortal game of show and tell You can almost taste the rhythm of love So chaste until it comes down to Amorous grace, it's in the air Here as we speak, it's on a spree Saving old wretches like you and me The amazing part is finding a cowering heart Just waiting to spring With your defenses down around your knees I once was so lost, now nothing's changed I wriggled right out of heaven's range It was grace or at least that lovely idea That kept me braced for a panacea At some point, the waiting becomes the end Oh, amorous grace, you desperate thing All dressed up in lace to hide your sting In a pool of bliss, the suction of heat from One kiss can lead to the fine line between The fast life of abandon and the slow death from drowning The blind lead the blind into blinding alleys Where lovers recover from wine and dalliance You could claim insanity, what an excuse The vanity clause is closer to truth A sensual obsession, that's life, that's all The morals of stories are slippery beasts They can strike like a snake or set like a feast You can always count on stories and friends The fountain of love has no end Oh, amorous grace, how sweet the scent Oh, amorous grace, how sweet the sting copyright 2021, words/music by Joe Woodard
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Look Back in Laughter Joe Woodard Look back in laughter It's only the changing tide that you've been Wading through, fading into sky Here ever after, the sentiment's bathed in tears Will turn to graceful grins to soothe the beast within It's better to simmer Than rattle the cages of doom until you're Blue from rage, the world's a lonely stage The losers and winners Will be counting up points until they feel victorious On scoreboards caked in dust There was a snickering fool at the gate where Memory served up platters of fate and laughing chance We'll shrug off these matters of life and death and Broken romance Look back in laughter, it's only a fairytale in real time Where's the harm, where's the lucky charm? Try to remember, forget all the darkest parts And find the wherewithal to feel without the pain copyright 2021, words/music by Joe Woodard
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Part Sigmund 01:23
Part Sigmund (Holly Mackay/Joe Woodard) Part Sigmund and the sea monster Part Rodin’s Gates of Hell Finds meerkat habitat, and Plays a dirty tune to Dance from the inside out copyright 2021, words by Holly Mackay, music by Joe Woodard
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Pleasant Valley Monday Joe Woodard The phone was ringing in an empty house The bossman was a madman on the line But no one's there, it's you new condition Now you've taken leave of your old position chorus: Another Pleasant Valley Monday We might just spend the day in bed We might just spend some time in town, if we can find it The work week is a state of mind we're out of I've half a mind to lose my mind So we can find some piece of time To lose the trail of what's for sale And what to do--they're tellin' you bridge: You came to me and said "I've got to blow this joint" I said "which way?" you pointed north "To where the Monkees sing of and the money grows on trees" The phone is ringing in an empty house Or so we are imagining copyright 2021, words/music by Joe Woodard
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Enough About Me Joe Woodard Enough about me, I’m intrigued by the novel idea of becoming invisible The funny thing about egos, they thrash and they squirm Like an animal chasing a wagging tail Enough about all of my far-fetched ideas That come from a place of renown Let’s touch upon happier subjects For instance, the weather Enough of this fretting about petty Crimes of the heart, who has time for such trivia? If you take things too seriously, things might take you along On the road to oblivion Let’s talk about you and the things that you do We’ve gazed in my mirror far too long The flows interrupted, we’re standing corrected Caught crooning some Carpenter’s song Enough is enough, I’ve got to Escape from myself And if you don’t mind, I’ll fall into Your state of mind for awhile copyright 2021, words/music by Joe Woodard
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The Other Night Joe Woodard The other night I dreamt that I was heading up to heaven It was all guitars and motel rooms and Ladies with names I couldn't pronounce Another night I felt a fever coming on instead it turned Into a face of someone that I used to know before I lost my existential compass Can you tell me please, can you tell me please Where was I the other night? A fuller moon could scarcely be invented by a poet Who is blinded by the sense that what he's saying isn't real It's just a dance from A to Z One night feels like the spacing between one day and the next And yet the other night I thought I found myself between the Sheets where time and madness do the hoochie koo Can you tell me please, can you tell me please Where were you the night before I lost my mind It's been so hard to find, the fog comes in and out and in and out The other night I dreamt that I descended into heaven And I saw my friends and famous folks, but we were all Confused, we didn't know just what to do Can you tell me please, can you tell me please Where was I the night before I lost my mind? copyright 2021, words/music by Joe Woodard
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From the Lighthouses Joe Woodard At last, a homing device, A rotating pair of eyes A past, a pleasant tense haze, A dim lost and sound chorus: Light, slicing through the fog Between our ears A beacon of hope, a fleeting repose Time, a house of one’s own, An odd point of view… or three Time’s crossing, a plan’s passing, A painting made at the sea chorus: Light, slicing through the fog Between our ears A beacon of hope, a fleeting repose Light, splicing up the fabric Of our years, A beacon revealed, land, ho, far afield Tag: From the lighthouse To the lighthouse From the lighthouses copyright 2021, words/music by Joe Woodard
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Down to Sleep Joe Woodard I could count the times I counted all the tiny white lies Told through little black smiles It's not some sordid affair No daggers been flung through the air You've been singling out voices, twisting, shouting in silence A mime without violence chorus: I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord to keep us whole You're never quite sure, we're never quite purified When you lay me down to sleep, I'm cured A box of innocence I found inside the room in your eyes Like penitent skies An arm's length can be just like miles When linking has slipped out of style This talk of status quo, a dog-and-pony show staged in the room A feeble cartoon bridge: Still, wobbly bridges do the trick I'm banking on us to make it stick And sleeping to dream of waking up out of time copyright 2021, words/music by Joe Woodard
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Beyond (Timeless Lullaby) Joe Woodard We've gone a little bit beyond the end of time Past the point where fears amount to anything Now I've got you where I want you Under wraps of silk and vines We'll be lovers cast adrift in namelessness Past the point where names amount to anything Now we've got us where we want us There's no telling, there's no telling In a timeless lullaby copyright 2021, words/music by Joe Woodard

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Joe Woodard, "Goleta Electric" bio

Faced with the logistical and existential hurdles of the lockdown on music-making, singer-songwriter-situationist Joe Woodard quickly searched for plan b's and decided to heed the mantra of many musicians in this restrictive time: get thee to a home studio. And enlist the kindly help of fellow musicians in their hunkered homes to join in the party, remotely.

Voila, the end result of the years efforts is "Goleta Electric," Woodard’s “faux folk” follow-up project to his 2002 album, "between." After a "soft release" of Woodard's own humble mixes, ace musician-sound-guru Jesse Rhodes stepped in to create much richer "remixes," which are now "real mixes." That version goes public in April of 2022.

While it’s a product born of demands and dimensions, "Goleta Electric" is also a heartfelt and occasionally prankster-ish homage to the late, great Robinson Eikenberry, who shepherded many a fine album into being and was something of a guru in Santa Barbara. Eikenberry produced, recorded and spiritually joy-buzzered Woodard's "between," and the two had discussed working on this follow-up shortly before Eikenberry’s far-too-young passing in 2017.

Lacking Eikenberry’s fluid and naturalistic technical-sonic touch, Woodard and allies have followed a semi-DIY/low-fi trajectory in creating the album. Edges are rough at times, and there are ambient sneak attacks from the Manitou Cricket Chorus and the dog-and-kitty show of Harper and Annie can be heard in the margins, upon close inspection. It’s all part of the package of a folk album recorded during pandemic pandemonium, by a relative neophyte at the controls. This ain’t no slick commercial party.

And Woodard couldn’t do it alone. Chief among his allies was multi-instrumental Jim Connolly, who made good on a long-standing commitment to help birth the album, playing bass, banjo, pennywhistle, melodica, and—not to forget—the Balkan kaval. Also in the ever-expanding guest musician were Zach Gill, bassist Chris Symer, accordionist Brian Mann, Bill Flores (on horns, this time out), drummer Austin Beede, vocalists Ellen Turner, Allegra Heidelinde, Julie Christensen, Shelly Rudolph, and … unnamed, non-union crickets.

Fittingly, this (almost) all-acoustic album kicks off with “Falling in with the Out Crowd,” recorded an engineered by Jesse Rhodes--a deep ally of Eikenberry’s--for the Eikenberry tribute album, Be Love Now. That tune, itself a pay-on to the rich creative community of musicians often with Eikenberry at the hub, segues into a rambling journey of a kaleidoscope of a fun house with some dark corners. Themes of alienation, existential confusion, love quandaries, and mortal musings are set to melodic contours, in the true (and untrue) folk tradition. Have no fear, though: the fizz of humor and absurdity is never far behind (another Eikenberry specialty).

Woodard, who spent impressionable formative years growing up in the rugged, hard scrabble suburban turf of South Santa Barbara, just shy of Goleta, proper, has always had wildly eclectic tastes. Some of that shows up on his new album of folk music--folk, in the small case sense--from waltz-timing ditties to shades of neo-folk rock navel gazer singer song writer fare, (“Look Back in Laughter,” “Enough About Me”), folk art/art song (“Love Slips”), and even semi-secular hymnody (“Amorous Grace”). Listening wise, set your controls for the heart of the stars.
Goleta’s songbook stretches from mid-90s relics – “Anti-gravity” -to pandemic-era folksy production numbers such as “Freedom in Kentfield.” Just prior to finishing the album, Woodard was inspired by a cryptic Facebook post by artist Holly McKay, and quickly wrote and recorded “Part Sigmund” in the space of a half hour.

It all concludes with “Beyond (Timeless Lullaby)," which could be a mortality/immortality-themed sequel to the early midlife ruminations of between. Or maybe not. Enjoy.

The Haiku Bio: Joe Woodard has been making / writing music for decades, working with ensembles including Headless Household, flapping Flapping, Dudley, Lucinda Lane, Tableaux Sonique…and Joe Woodard. By day, he's usually working in the sentence construction business.

Review in the Santa Barbara Independent, 12-7-21

www.independent.com/2021/12/07/review-joe-woodard-goleta-electric/

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Review | Joe Woodard, ‘Goleta Electric’
Santa Barbara Arts Writer Releases Acoustic Folk Album

By Charles Donelan

Prolific arts writer and longtime musical collaborator Joe Woodard steps out as a neo-folk songwriter on Goleta Electric. The album, which was recorded at the artist’s home studio during the pandemic, features musicians Jim Connolly, Zach Gill, Chris Symer, Brian Mann, and Bill Flores along with backing vocals by Ellen Turner, Allegra Heidelinde, Julie Christensen, and Shelly Rudolph. Quirky, literate, and uncompromising, Woodard’s tunes will appeal to listeners who favor the dry end of the 21st-century folk scene. Recalling similar intimate solo efforts by such artists as Jay Farrar and Jim O’Rourke, this is music for winter nights by the fire with a glass of something equally precious and well distilled. Credit Jim Connolly in particular for enhancing the album’s gorgeous sonic palette. Listen here on Bandcamp.

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released April 26, 2022

Joe Woodard:
songs, words and sounds (except lyric for "Part Sigmund," by Holly McKay), lead vocals, guitars, recording and mixing and general conniving.

Kind Guests:
Jim Connolly, acoustic bass, banjo, melodica, kaval, spiritual advice
Zach Gill, accordion
Chris Symer, acoustic bass
Brian Mann, accordion
Bill Flores, alto and baritone saxophone

Background/sidekick vocalists:
Ellen Turner, Allegra Heidelinde, Julie Christensen, Shelly Rudolph

Stowaway contributors: Manitou Cricket Chorus, Harper (dog), Annie (cat).

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Joe Woodard Santa Barbara, California

Guitarist-songwriter-sort-of-singer Joe Woodard, who has traversed multiple byways of a blurry musical personality, comes home... or at least one home, as a self-described "faux folky." between working with groups Headless Household, flapping, Flapping, Dudley, Ballroom, and other projects, Legendary Santa Barbaran producer Robinson Eikenberry did the primary steering and spurring it into being. ... more

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