I just found this unreleased copy of a cassette album,'909' recorded in 1986, just after my move to Austin in 1984.The Daddycats here are Leo King, Harmonica and electric guitar, Larry Allen on bass, Deb E. Dee on piano, keys and guitar, and all vocals, and Noah Ramirez on drums. It was produced by me(Deb E. Dee) and David Johnson, the recording engineer. I had thought it lost forever after the original analogue 16 track master tape disintegrated during a last ditch effort to save it, and I thought all was lost, but what should turn up but an old cassete in the Austin Salvation Army Thrift Store bin, and here it is, digitalized. It sounds a little funky due to the source, but I would like to explore some modern technology to bring it as close as possible to the original sound. It was recorded at Keylight Studios in a garage in South Austin. I had originally tried to release it on vinyl, but the vinyl did not turn out well, and my master tape was held hostage for a year, as the major labels tried all the wrong ways to get my attention. When I finally recieved the vinyl, it was slowed down, speeded up and had had all the eq removed, totally,and the vinyl test copies I sent back for correction were returned to me unaltered with the same mark on the label I had placed there when I sent them back, ( I had provided a well mixed master tape to the manufacturer), so it was never released, thought I did make a few tapes.This was the Album that Paul Sessums of Austin's famed Black Cat had said 'This is the best album to come out of Austin that year (1986). Twenty years later, I prepare to release it. The release date details to follow! This song came to be from the impressions I got walking around downtown Dallas with my lover, a wild skateboarder and conspiricy theorist par excellance, at about three in the morning, after performances at the Twilite Room on Commerce, an avante-garde/punk venue . The deserted city came to life for us in an erie, ghostly kind of way, as we looked up at all the towering glass and steel with not a soul in sight. It was as if the whole city was ours, and we were in love.
Head Doll copyright 1984 Got a talent for bein' had And ability to be bad. Got the innocence in his eyes from his ears and mouth and sighs And when the darkness comes around Tired angels will be found Pourin' midnight on the town; Pourin' midnight on the town Didn't your mama teach you to be Sunny. unstewed and mechanically y y y y y y Incined to be happy and useful like we Who say "now give it up Entirely" You look fine. Nobody minds. Float around Downtown Builds a fire Roasts em'all. Pours it out (Head Doll)x3 Instrumental He's an almost ruined thing On the steel grey skylight beams And he scrambles in his Cause he was only 23 But he looks good forever now ; Tired angels stand around and they cover him with sound And he stumbles when he bows. Refrain;Didn't your mama teach you.................. ............downtown.Fire of Love, roast 'em all; Pours it out (Head Doll)x3