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Alpha Cat Live at Vox Pop, July 21, 2005

This Alpha Cat gig is from July 21, 2005 at Brooklyn’s Vox Pop, and features Angela Babin, the original Alpha Cat band’s lead guitarist, as well as an original member of the Ordinaires, on electric and bass guitar, and Chris Butler (the Waitresses of “I Know What Boys Like” and “Christmas Wrapping” fame,) playing bass on my reimagining of Warren Zevon’s song “Reconsider Me.” It was mastered by my genius collaborator Brett (Cosmo) Thorngren.

I am now putting it up for sale in honor of my therapist of 10 years, Robin Goldberg, whose care I had come under following my first hospitalization for depression, when the doctors decided it was necessary for me to move to the city, where I could receive a quality of care inaccessible at that time in Woodstock. She retired in September 2018, and passed away shortly afterward of cancer. I only found this out on Friday afternoon June 6, of this year (D-Day & Eclipse day!) So during the following 48 hours, upon reflecting back on my time with her, I experienced profound grief, with lots of tears. At our last meeting, I had asked her that if I were to experience any fundamental positive change, if she would like me to contact her, and she said "Of course!" I began to suspect she might have died when my life actually DID change for the better, and I received no response to any of my many attempts to reach out to her.

But I need to backtrack a bit...

Months ago I came upon some old mini-disc recordings of Alpha Cat gigs, which took me a long time to screw up the courage to listen to. I discovered a really nice one, which was my first gig in the almost two years since moving to the country following my father's death.

Since the issue of mental health has seemingly become one of my lanes (certainly, at first, not by choice! I don't know if when I chose to come into this lifetime I knew what I was getting into...) It became very clear to me at the beginning of the pandemic that this would become a major THING, and I decided that I wanted to put this show up for sale for the benefit of two charities that I had discovered by watching Trevor Noah and Seth Meyers. First, The Boris J. Henson Foundation, founded in 2018 by Taraji P. Henson and named in honor of her father, Boris Lawrence Henson, who suffered with mental health challenges as a result of his time in the Vietnam War. It’s vision is to eradicate the stigma around mental health issues in the African-American community. And the second, Bring Change to Mind, was founded by actress & activist Glenn Close in 2010 after her sister was diagnosed with bipolar disorder, and her nephew with schizoaffective disorder. and is also dedicated to ending the stigma and discrimination surrounding mental illness for all. A stigma that I as well had had to overcome.

So even though I had decided a while back that therapy hadn’t helped ME, since when I left I was still depressed; upon learning of Robin's death it became very clear how much she did help me... her job, which she took extremely seriously, was to protect and defend me from the harm caused me by my often destructive family; essentially reparenting me. And I realized, upon reflection, that what she had essentially done was keep me alive for those 10 years. She never pushed me to do music because she knew how painful it was for me. She supported my holding onto my house upstate because she believed in my feeling that there was some reason to. If there was an email I was afraid to read I would forward it to her and she would read it for me, just as whenever I received a lease renewal I was too afraid to look at, I would take it to her and she would read it, break it down for me, and help me to figure out how to deal with it.

When I look back at what she did for me in the 10 years I spent with her when I was barely functional, she was the one who helped me to simply navigate day to day life, and to live independently, which I would not otherwise have been capable of at the time. I had believed that her job was to help me overcome my depression, but I was far too gone for that. What she did was keep me alive, when there was nothing else that could be done for me, and for which I will be eternally grateful. If only people like Juice Wrld, Chris Cornell, or Kurt Cobain had found someone like her, they might still be alive today. So now as I put up this download on my website, it has an entirely different meaning for me than it did before I became aware of Robin's death. Because the upshot is, in the midst of all this loss, tragedy, and upheaval, I would like to be able to help facilitate this kind of support for as many others who are struggling as possible.
So this gig is for sale as one download for $2 (or more if you wish) with all proceeds split evenly between these two charities.

I also want to acknowledge and dedicate this to three of my closest friends who didn’t make it. All died by suicide.

Bill, who was a brilliant, compassionate man, one with whom I spent countless hours discussing music, science, movies, the Simpsons, philosophy, spirituality, and of course, our mutual depression.

Abigail, an extremely well educated and proactive person (when she wasn’t depressed or manic) as funny a person as you could ever hope to meet. We would sit in the basement of my house smoking cigarettes in the winter (I didn’t smoke in the house) reading and discussing the trash magazines we both loved. She introduced me to the Kardashians! She tried to help me plant flowers in my desolate garden upstate, all of which of course, died!

And Felix, a woman from a deeply dysfunctional family, who fought alcoholism and schizophrenia all her life, but was an extremely fun and engaging companion when we decided to road trip around the country in our early 20’s (with her terrible dog.) She came from a wealthy family of very well known painters, as her own were wonderful and contemporary, several of which I am proud to own. She could usually be found in the East Village in the 90’s creating magical, elaborate chalk paintings on the sidewalks of the city. Gorgeous and temporary, as was she, in the end.

But I also want to mention that there were another two very close friends in whose attempts at suicide I found myself directly intervening. Both are now happy, and still very funny and creative people with much to live for.
So at the risk of being an asshole and quoting one of my own songs: just one day left means that it’s not too late.
xoxo, E.

p.s. It is not lost on me that the first song of the set, Armor, can be seen as a direct commentary on the state of what is going on right now in the U.S. We have always been over defended, reliant on guns and weapons, and choke holds, and the recent events, for example the police showing up in riot gear and tear gassing innocent, peaceful people who simply gathered, many playing the violin, to celebrate the life of Elijah McClain. And the tear gassing of peaceful protesters so that the "president" could shoot an awkward photo op! For god's sake, we are the only country who have nuked ENTIRE CITIES of innocents during WWII, not once, but twice! We have been the menace to the world, the bully, and it is now becoming obvious to many that indeed, now our armor gives us no protection... OR ANYONE ELSE, FOR THAT MATTER.

Alpha Cat Live at Vox Pop, July 21, 2005

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This Alpha Cat gig is from July 21, 2005 at Brooklyn’s Vox Pop, and features Angela Babin, the original Alpha Cat band’s lead guitarist, as well as a member of the Ordinaires, on electric and bass guitar, and Chris Butler Read more

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LYRICS / SET LIST

1. Armor (unreleased)

I guess I see no reason - for you to trust me
and to be honest...
I wouldn’t trust me either

But I think now might be the time to start - I guess now’s a good a time as any - now our armor gives us no protection - can’t you see now

might be the right time

You say that something’s missing - and you give no good reason
you think you know what love is... but that’s a misconception

Don’t you see now it wasn’t what you thought? think it’s time you changed your definition
now our armor gives us no protection
can’t you see now

we’ve got a good thing

Always on your guard for any imperfection - you push so hard
for me to keep my distance

I’ve got a few good questions - for which you have no answers - is that an indication
it’s time you changed your position?

Don’t you see now it wasn’t what you thought - think it’s time you changed your definition - now our armor gives us no protection
can’t you see now

might be the right time

might be the right time - might be the right time - might be the right time? might be the right time...

Song by Elizabeth McCullough © The Bear in the Elephant Suit Publishing 2020 (SESAC)

2. Ground Rush

Look out that window there
stick out your neck - the speed will burn your eyes - I’m finding it hard to believe that you care
so we just watch as the clouds roll by
and jump out - thinking that we can fly
get a little closer if you dare

Don’t look now, you are falling - down, down, down, down down, down - don’t look down, we are falling
ground, ground rush - ground, ground rush

We’ve done this all before
you fell too fast, you left me far behind
it’s easy to see how this thing could go wrong but you still have the key to my heart
I don’t see how we can stay apart
just hold me to you as we fall

Don’t look now, you are falling
down, down, down, down down, down - don’t look down, we are falling
ground, ground rush - ground, ground rush

Look out that window there
pick up your feet, the door is open wide - I’m finding it easy to see what’s outside - and I just watch as you close your mind - you don’t think that we should get this high - but you’ll get closer if you try

Don’t look now, you are falling
down, down, down, down down, down don’t look down, we are falling
ground, ground rush - ground, ground rush, ground, ground rush - ground, ground rush

Song by Elizabeth McCullough © The Bear in the Elephant Suit Publishing 1999 (SESAC)

3. Venus Smile (unreleased)

These days it doesn't seem it ever mattered if your sea was green or eyes were blue - last time I looked my eyes were clear
and you were wiser than you knew

you hide behind your irony and words that mock your depth - and when at last your heart is broken
know there's more to you than this

Everyone asks the same question - when will Venus smile on me?

Too bad it took so long to find your voice
it still hides now and then
but if you keep on showing up
then you have found that you can trust those words to something baby, that ain't you - you told me in another world - you needed something more

then you asked for me to wait for you and you didn't even come

Gotta believe that you called me for a reason - you bust into my world
swing that carrot on a string
if everyone believes in fate

then what is taking it so long - to finish what it started then and bring you home to me

So I ask myself why do you shadow me? I didn't ask for this...
long time since I've had to love
well, anyone but me

then the cards say it is matter - secret forces leading those whose lives belong together - but it's so hard to believe

Everyone asks the same question - when will Venus smile on me? Everybody wants to know the answer - when will Venus smile on me?

You told me in another world

you needed something more
then you asked for me to love you
and you didn't even come
you hide behind your irony and words that mock your depth and when at last your heart is broken know
there's more to you than this

Song by Elizabeth McCullough © The Bear in the Elephant Suit Publishing 2020 (SESAC)

4. Reconsider Me

If you’re all alone
and you need someone
call me up
and I’ll come running - reconsider me, reconsider me

If it’s still the past
that makes you doubt
well darlin’ that was then
and this is now
reconsider me, reconsider me

And I’ll never make you sad again
‘cause I swear that I’ve changed since then - and I promise that I’ll never make you cry

let’s let bygones be forgotten - reconsider me
please consider me

You can go and be
who you want to be
and it’ll be alright if we disagree - I’m the one who cares
and I hope you’ll see
that I”m the one who loves you - reconsider me

Let’s let bygones be forgotten - reconsider me
please consider me

And I’ll never make you sad again ‘cause I swear
that I’ve changed since then

and I promise that I’ll never make you cry

And I’ll never make you sad again ‘cause I swear
that I’ve changed since then
and I’ll never make you sorry

If you try...

Song by Warren Zevon, rearranged by Elizabeth McCullough © Warren Zevon 1987 BMG Platinum Songs OBO Rosetta V

5. Every Day You Break My Heart

You don’t see anything I do
and absence doesn’t make you fonder
and one more moment is too long for me to stay - mama you break my heart every day
mama you break my heart every day

slow down, back up
no one believes a single word you say - shoot up that poison
it couldn’t hurt
if you believe that it won’t

Don’t listen to a word we say
a shame your children don’t know better
can’t change a thing about the time you threw away - mama you break our hearts every day

What do you see when you look in the mirror?
a pretty young girl with a beautiful mind
do you really believe all the things that you tell us - do you think just to wish hard enough
makes it so?

let go, wake up
you’ll never get back what you let get away - suck down that suicide
you’ll never see past all that smoke in the way

let go, don’t look back
so sad you don’t know you deserve what you need - give up that death wish
just one day left means that it’s not too late

You said we could be anything

but your eyes taught me something different - I look at you and see the future
mama you break my heart every day
mama you break my heart every day

mama you break my heart

Song by Elizabeth McCullough © The Bear in the Elephant Suit Publishing 2019 (SESAC)

6. One Day the Sun Came Up (9/11/2001)

One day the sun came up
we were high over the canyon - and headed for home

racing the sunrise
don't look back
you know California's a dream to you now...

And somehow I don't sleep - no comfort
no matter how high
are my head or my feet

I can't look at me now - all is falling
is it the years
or the loss

on my face?

one day the sun rose behind us
to light the way - somehow, I think

it got lost in the clouds

Thinking about you - it passes...
thank god
I can't live that again

Smoke, fire, and dust
as we all drift away up high
floating goodbye
you know those who are left behind feel it the most

and still I don't sleep - no comfort
no matter how high
are my head or my feet

One day the sun came back - smoke, fire, and dust
we will settle back down - dusting the ground

float away on the river
Song by Elizabeth McCullough © The Bear in the Elephant Suit Publishing 2019 (SESAC)

7. Wichita

Somewhere past Wichita - that girl caught up with you - invisible wire
with no strings to bind

floating past mountaintops - I fell in love with them - hearing them in your voice - reflected in mine

A cellular connection - electricity finds you - that girl from Wichita - using up your time

Two days from Wichita
your past caught up with you - you heard your own cry
sing in the wire

A cellular connection - electricity finds you - that girl from Wichita - using up your time

and the horoscope spoke of a new kind of lover - seeing the world through another one's eyes - back then I'd hoped there was still a chance you would see

the mirror she broke but she never did lie

as April snow drifts down
you spoke two thousand miles - weeds tumble back again
you just roll by

weeds tumble back again
you just roll by

8. Something of Value

The morning breaks so cruelly - taste of you still in my mouth - And all my hope
has fallen to it’s knees

You tease me with affection - blind me with compassion - and blame it on the flesh

To hear you speak - of leaving - and your fondness for my kiss - that moment when you opened - which somehow I have missed

What kind of chance was this? came when I was sleeping - and vanished in the mist

What flows between us
light of love, expressed and then denied - Was I always yours?
Were you ever mine?

So I know that talk is free
but still worth more
than all your gin-induced confessions - and you think girls like me
we’re a dime a dozen

But now we’ve worked too hard - to make something of value - and let it go so cheap

What flows between us?
light of love, expressed and then denied - Was I always yours?

Were you ever mine?
what flows between us
love of life, expressed and then denied

Was I always yours? Were you ever mine? Was I always yours? Were you ever mine?

9. Straw Hat

He missed the boat
so he took a taxi
they sat in the rain while she smoked a cigarette - she brought her straw hat
and he put it on his head
through his long lashes she could see forever - she had a drink
and he had another
and he said maybe we should feed you lover

As they sat together at the kitchen table she was so full up she couldn’t eat a bite

He held her hand
as they walked the pier
said so much
but there was so much more

As they stood together at the end of the boardwalk - in the Wall street shimmer they could see each other

He wanted to look
but she wished to be
in the bedside light they found a moment in between - she didn’t know
he could be so true...
to a vow so far away
he couldn’t reach it

As they sat together at the edge of the bed
he found it wasn’t so easy not to break that promise

He wore her straw hat
as he was looking in the mirror - at a face that he had never seen

he walked through her closet door - then he took it off
tucked it beneath his arm
and then he walked away

10. Black Hole

I've fallen into a black hole
looked like your heart
felt like my soul
now I’ve got nowhere to go
from this side - out looks like the end of the world

Why'd you have to roll over me that way? you mowed me like a wheat field
on a patent black tractor
with your back-ho jeering me

from back at the farm house
you got your baby cake and still eaten me whole

Paste my face in the middle of a dart board
break that toy truck before it's out of the store
all this driving with the brakes on gets to be a drag - and all this play-acting’s getting to be a bore

Where on earth did you learn about relationships? Reading Charles Atlas getting sand in your face? you used to be a loser
so you punish all the girls

c’mon - getting your feet wet can't be all that bad

I'm a falling tree
and you're a wood with no ears
screaming platitudes inside of a vacuum
a hundred hands clapping
and you feel no better
can't get any damper than the middle of a tide pool

You know there's nothing to these school girl fantasies
but you take this licking cause the clock keeps on ticking
that flying angel savior's a no show
but you gotta go deeper
it's the only way out
only way out