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DD69's first record, Funk Out With Your Junk Out, is a rip through a well-stocked jukebox, with smooth funk that would have been at home on a turntable three decades ago mixing with a contemporary guitar-heavy party vibe that could have been recorded two weeks ago.

Or at any point between 1998 and 2007. But we'll get to that in a minute.

Funk Out is remarkable in displaying the ease that the double-d-6-9 moves among styles, kicking off a song with meaty guitar riffs before sliding into a reggae groove in the bridge. Witness "Sleeper", which offers an off-kilter reggae base supporting the rest of the song's muscular frame; "FWOP" takes it a step further, gliding from a smoky late-night groove to an angular ska and a respectable shot at white-boy hip-hop. The disparate styles should be difficult to manage - especially within the framework of a single song -- but DD69 makes the adventure seem natural.

The musicianship is solid throughout as well, reflecting - and supporting - the wide range the band is willing to tackle. "Get U Fed" is a rhythmic machine, with bass and guitar meshing perfectly into a razor-sharp edge. That song's weight contrasts nicely with "Advice Again" and its slippery guitar lines or "Cherry Kool-Aid" and its loping reggae background. This is what the Red Hot Chili Peppers wished they still sounded like.

Funk Out With Your Junk Out is a heavyweight record, fitting for musicians Scott Martin and Mike Adams, who did take only eight years to finish the project. Hence, the earlier reference to 1998 and 2007, the dates during which Funk Out was recorded. Hey -- they're perfectionists, OK?

Of course, the record couldn't have happened at all without help from the drunkdude69 collective: amazing musicians in Nashville (Jim Evans - drum wizard), Los Angeles (Maurice Adams - guitar stroker), New York (Joe "Coach" Hanna - drum pummeler) and Cleveland (Jeff Nagel - guitar noodler, Mike Holloran - percussion smacker, Jay Goodman - special sauce vocals). Having exhausted their talented friends with the demanding eight year production schedule, Adams and Martin lured wizened-sage-turned-drummer Charley Newcomer and former hair metal string bender K-Billy into rounding out the full-time DD69 lineup.

Let's just hope it doesn't take another eight to get that next record done.

- Michael Pound

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released January 24, 2008

Produced by Scott Martin and Mike Adams

Recorded at Closer Look Studio, The Ranch, and Snoozeking Studios in Cleveland Ohio

Engineered at Closer Look by Mark Owen, and at The Ranch/Snoozeking by Mike and Scott

Mixed and mastered by drunkdude69 from 1998 through December 2007

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Track Name: Check Yer Thang
You’ve got this funky streak you just can’t hide
We can feel it
It keeps on welling up from deep inside
Can’t conceal it
You must reveal it
We want to make you move
We want to hear you sing
We want to see you shake that thing

Ain’t nothin’ better than a funky groove
Makes you want to hit the floor and move
So let’s move
We want to make you move
We want to hear you sing
We want to see you shake that thing
Track Name: Cherry Kool-Aid
Once upon a time when I was a boy
Every day was mine for me to enjoy and
My friends and I were cowboys and kings
Playing secret games, doing crazy things
In the summertime, last day of school
Running though the hose, swimming at the pool
Pocket full of change, a spot in the shade
Grandma in the kitchen making cherry Kool-Aid

Hard to believe it was really me

And the sun would shine, days would get hot
Try to steal a beer, hope we don't get caught and
My friends and I were thicker than thieves
Playing in the dirt, climbing through the trees
Take a bike ride, riding all day
Knocking on the door, can Mikey come and play?
Sitting on the porch we'd stay up all night
Laugh until it hurt, but it always felt all right
All right

Hard to believe it was really me
It seems like someone else's dream

Hard to believe
Hard to believe it was really me

Feels like a dream
It's just a dream, it's not really real
It's all a dream
Hard to believe

Once upon a time when I was a boy
Every day was mine for me to enjoy and
My friends and I were rock stars and kings
Playing secret games, doing crazy things
In the summertime, last day of school
Running though the hose, swimming at the pool
Pocket full of change, a spot in the shade
Grandma in the kitchen making cherry Kool-Aid

Hard to believe it was really me
Track Name: Sleeper
Feeling like I'm on the ropes again
You complain, keep saying it's not real
You can't explain why it hurts so much
I'm bleeding from your touch

Hit the mat about an hour ago
But I know that millions know just how I feel
You can pretend you don't know what it's about
But you can't count me out

Everyone's got secrets
Someone could get hurt
Everybody cheats
The sleeper never works

Lullabye and goodnight
Close your big bloodshot eyes
Time to sleep, let's not fight
Everything will be all right

I don't know who you think you're fooling
You know exactly what you're doing
You know the moves, you call the guys by name
You make believe this is just some crazy fling
While you steal glances at my ring
Track Name: Starting To Slip
I'm starting to slip
It's showing itself in so many little ways
The gears are losing their grip and
I'm not sure what to do
I know I'm starting to slip and
I think my friends have turned against me
Does it sound strange to say
I think my family has too?

Losing my understanding of the situation
Everything in life is an aggravation
Feel me starting to slip like I never done before

It seems I'm starting to slip and
I laugh at this inevitable path
It's been deep inside me
Since I cried my first tear
The gears have been stripped
There's no denying it this time around
They say I'm perfectly fine but
How the hell did I wake up here?

I've tried to control it, but I'm getting so tired
How do you kill the unquenchable fire?
See me losing my grip as my head hits the floor

I'm living to slip, it's the first sign I've seen
It tells me so much about who I've always been and
I'm my own guide on this trip
As my tormentors beat down the door
Track Name: The One In Love
Thought you had it all
Right there in your hands
Then like sand through an hourglass
Everything fell through
Not a thing that you could do
Nothing you could do

It was a dream
Too delicate to last
Can't build today with bits of the past
All too good to be true
She's not the one in love with you
The one in love with you
You're the only one in love


All the songs that you write
The demons that you fight
Every sleepless night
Couldn't make you see the light
When will you learn
Some bridges are destined to burn
And all the words that you spill
The silences you fill
Every second that you kill
And still your fate is sealed
Her back is turned
You should consider it a lesson learned


And when you were alone
In the lost and found
Did you drown in your fantasy
No air left to breathe and
Too much pain to ease

And when you came to
Did you shed a tear
For the years of wasted time
In a life that you slept through
She's not the one love with you
The one in love with you
You're the only one in love
Track Name: Angry
Angry again and I don't know why
I'm starting to think I'll never be satisfied
Seeing red is no way to go through life
But if I had a choice would I change my mind
Could I change my mind


White knuckles on the wheel and I feel like I’m trapped
And I can’t relax
As I grind my teeth to the bone
I don’t know if thrown away every chance I had to be happy
(Don’t save me I’m happy angry)


Angry again it just don’t seem right
I didn’t show up here looking for a fight
Wanna smile but I grimace when I try
And if I had a choice would I change my mind
Could I change my mind
Track Name: Advice Again
And when you think it all over
And you decide you can’t go on
Just another day older
And nowhere is as far as you have gone
And everybody’s got advice
That starts to sound like stuff
You’ve heard a thousand times
Yeah they all got their advice and
I say "stuff it up your #ss"

The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step
True wisdom only comes from pain
Everything is for the best
And if you ask me I might suggest
Get on that horse again

And when you’re clean and sober
And realize you’ve had enough
So much weight on your shoulders
And no one told you life was gonna be so rough
And everything that people say
Is rearranged and paraphrased, but still an old cliché
Yeah they all got their advice, but I say
You better think twice

The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step
God works His will in mysterious ways
And everything is for the best
And if you ask me, I might suggest
I say it once again
The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step
God works His will in mysterious ways
And everything is for the best
And if you ask me, I might suggest
Your luck is bound to change (because)

Every cloud has a silver lining
Good things come to those who wait
All you need is a little timing
It’ll work out, you know it’s never too late

The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step
True wisdom only comes from pain
The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step
God works His will in mysterious ways
And everything is for the best
And if you ask me, I might suggest
I tell you once again
The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step
God works His will in mysterious ways
And everything is for the best
And if you ask me, I might suggest
You don't listen to a word I say
Track Name: Player
I know the script
I've memorized my lines
I play the part
I sleepwalk with open eyes
Pretending that I believe what I know deep down are lies

I 'm on the stage
Standing in the spotlight
I hide my rage
But I won't give up without a fight
I’ve got to make you believe that you’re so wrong and I’m so right

There’s a smile on my face as I’m selling you lies
Is the mask that I wear leaving you hypnotized
Here's a shoulder to cry on, my heart’s on a sleeve
Now the show has begun so suspend your disbelief

So here we are
Marionettes on our strings
Waiting for the show to end but somehow
The fat lady never sings
She just juggles chain saws while we're crawling toward the wings
Track Name: Get U Fed
You say you want to be happy
But you spend all your time
Tripping over dollar bills to pick up the dime on the sidewalk
Just the way you've been taught
Like enlightenment and happiness are things that can be bought
But that's a psyche-out in a world we never made
You can think and you can fight
Or you can let yourself be played 'cause
If you're blind deaf and dumb
And you don't care if you're free
Then you'll never become what you always thought you would be

I pulled the wool over my own eyes my friend
I fell asleep behind the wheel
(You know how it feels)

Feels like a needle in a haystack
I know you're looking for it Jack
With your mouth hanging open and a monkey on your back
Just a catatonic stare unaware nothing's fair
But as long as you get fed I guess there's no reason to care
Well that's a cop out that you use 'cause you're afraid
To look beyond the simplified
Escape from the mundane
Yeah you want to be tough
And believe that you're deep
But until you wake up you're just walking in your sleep
Track Name: FWOP
These freaky whacked-out people keep on knocking on my door
I’m hiding in my bedroom, I can’t take it anymore
They won’t leave me alone, the refuse to go away
I can’t stand to be surrounded by them for another day
Oh no

There’s just something about them I can’t put my finger on
So pale and so neurotic, I just wish that they were gone
Their histrionic voices have me climbing up the walls
I’ve unplugged my telephone just in case one of them calls
Oh no

At the supermarket or the local shopping mall
The bar where I hang out sucking down the alcohol
I don’t think there’s anyone as sane and straight as me
But I’m trapped with this secret
That’s the funky irony

These freaky whacked-out people, well they’re driving me insane
I see them on the Tee Vee, I can feel them in my brain
I’ve boarded up my windows but I still don’t feel secure
‘Cuz these freaky whacked-out people keep on knocking on my door
Oh no