Rise And Shine: Day 1

by Jed Davis

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kittykowalski Tells a compelling story with great music. The songs stand on their own merits but are even more powerful all together. Favorite track: She Was Right In Front Of Me.
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1.
YUPPIE #1: This is how it feels to have it all: Money, youth and love In the greatest city in this world D: This is how it feels to have it all: Power shirts and yellow ties - GRUB: And good intentions - D: Big ideas - GRUB: Forgotten by the end of Happy Hour CHRIS, YUPPIES, PLACID, JONAH, GORGISSIMA: Everyone you lost will find you in the city of gold. YUPPIE #2: This is how it feels to have it all: Ten years' real-world time YUPPIE #3: No wife, no house, no children YUPPIES: Can I go to my high-school reunion like this? CHRIS, D, GRUB, PLACID, JONAH, GORGISSIMA: Rising from the basements Conquering the city Shining on the rooftops Conquering the city of gold D: The towers rise, the rooftops shine Lit with eight million flickering lives And one is mine, one tiny taste My life to use, or wreck, or waste And while the best intentions built This city trimmed in chrome and gilt The steel and concrete, strong beneath Are lost from sight and mind and reach D, GRUB: The towers rise, the rooftops shine Lit with eight million flickering lives And one is mine, one tiny taste My choice, my life to use or waste I want to break the chain of days I want to rise and shine I want to choose I want to move To know just how it feels to have it all CHRIS, YUPPIES, PLACID, JONAH, GORGISSIMA: I want to break the chain of days I want to rise and shine I want to choose I want to move I want to rise and shine D, GRUB: The moon will rise, the stars will shine Like Chinese lanterns in the sky Like Disco balls, like colored gels Like sparking strobes, like vacant eyes Like canvas white, see how it shines I'll paint my life on it tonight I'll paint it red I'll paint this town In blood, in shame, in crimson sundown Paint it red I'll paint this town Look up, look up, look up It's sundown CHRIS, YUPPIES, PLACID, JONAH, GORGISSIMA: Falling through the skylight D: Twilight in the city of gold.
2.
DJ: This is your dance captain speaking, and that was the sound of your inflated expectations for tonight crashing. Don't worry, kids - there's always tomorrow. In the meantime, you don't have to go home, but... well, yeah, you do, cause no place else is open. Get up... get out... go on... go home! GRUB: Wrap a crisp hundred-dollar bill around a wad of Washingtons Flashy bait, you can fish all night - you can dazzle everyone But when you're all out of Maxim jokes and your hundred bucks is blown Will the singles be enough to get your bridge-and-tunnel ass home alone? YUPPIE #1: I don't get it. YUPPIE #4: Man, these guys are just pathetic. YUPPIE #3: Would you morons care to step outside? D: Blue and yellow doesn't work for me. You need some other colors in your lives. YUPPIE #2: Hey! That's a hundred-fifty dollar shirt! I'll tear your gutter trash ass in two - JONAH: Listen, better in the gutter with Bacon and Burroughs than in Yupsville with the likes of you! D: We do not run, we do not hide And like the tide, we rise JONAH, GRUB: We rise D: You bought your round and I bought mine D, JONAH, GRUB: Get up, get out, go on, go home D: Two roads diverge in a wood, and now each of us must choose his path As I turn from your paved, safe and well-lit road, you people look at me and laugh and laugh and laugh I head down the dark, uncharted way with my flashlight and my pen And the rest of you little assholes are never heard from again D, JONAH, GRUB, PLACID, GORGISSIMA, CHRIS: We do not run, we do not hide And like the tide, we rise, we rise You bought your round and I bought mine Get up, get out, go on, go home YUPPIE #3: I'll shove those fancy words back down your throat - YUPPIE #1: I'm gonna poetry-slam your fag behind - TANK: Uh, buddy, I don't think you're breaking balls tonight... unless you'd like to try your luck with mine. CARLA: I know these boys are not the sweetest drunks, and they like to run their mouths But I'm sorry, fellas - CARLA, TANK: These three are property of the house. JONAH: We do not run, we do not hide - TANK: Big man, relax. It's closing time. CARLA: Go sleep it off... be in by nine. CARLA, TANK: Get up, get out, go on, go home! CARLA, TANK, D, GRUB, JONAH, GORGISSIMA, PLACID, CHRIS: Get up, get out, go on, go home Get up, get out, get up, get out Get up, get out, go on, go home!
3.
VICTORIA: In movies about women written by men The secret to life is plastic When the gossip stops, we shop til we drop Order Thai, and look fantastic CHRIS: In real life, you can't cure a heartache With fancy takeout and chocolate cake PLACID: In real life, there's more to feeling fine Than an expensive purse and a bottle of wine CHRIS, VICTORIA: WHOO! PLACID, PRICE: Be strong, we can overcome Years of Working Girl putting us on PRICE: To make it in this world, you need a concrete chin Not a "head for business and a bod for sin". PRICE, CHRIS, VICTORIA, PLACID: I'm sick of movies about women written by men, hey! GORGISSIMA: Did I hear ladies talking about shopping? PRICE, CHRIS, VICTORIA, PLACID: Hey! GORGISSIMA: Oh, you did. You went shopping without me! I hate you! VICTORIA: Gorgissima, look! For Latin Night at the club tonight: Oscar De La Renta! GORGISSIMA: Wow, how fabulous! I really, really hate you. PRICE: In movies about women written by men Clever means curt and petty Whispered words about boys and clothes Are enough to turn us catty CHRIS: In real life, we can work it out We've got more important things to worry about. PLACID: In real life, it's understood: You don't have to wear Oscar to look hella good. VICTORIA: What? Um, if you had a problem with my dress, Placid, you could have said something in the store, like before I dropped t***d dollars on it. PLACID: Oh, Victoria, that is NOT what I meant. VICTORIA: Then what did you mean? You know, mastering the Bedazzler doesn't exactly make you the President of Taste. PRICE: Okay, girls, just agree to disagree. PLACID: But I didn't - PRICE, CHRIS, GORGISSIMA: Hey! VICTORIA: But I only - PRICE, CHRIS, GORGISSIMA: Hey! Hey! PRICE: Pass the chicken tikka makhni to me, and agree to disagree! CHRIS, PLACID, VICTORIA, GORGISSIMA: WHOO! PLACID, PRICE: Be strong, we can overcome Years of Steel Magnolias putting us on PRICE: "If you don't have anything nice to say about anybody, come sit by me!" PRICE, CHRIS, VICTORIA, PLACID, GORGISSIMA: I'm sick of movies about women written by men, hey! I'm sick of movies about women written by men Sick of books about women written by men Sick of jokes about women written by men Sick of T V about women written by men Sick of theater about women written by men Sick of songs about women written by men Sick of movies about women written by men Yes I am, yes I am, yes I really really am, hey! PRICE: Should we call the guys? GORGISSIMA: Oh, you mean you didn't hear? PLACID: Our three party boys overdid it on the beer And threw down with some bar yuppies twice their size GORGISSIMA: Only Tank could postpone their untimely demise. PLACID: So let the boys recover. CHRIS: Yeah, if I know D He's sitting home in the dark feeling guilty PLACID: Sounds about right. And if I know Jonah He's fast asleep on the chair in the corner GORGISSIMA: Ha, more like passed out. PRICE: Maybe so, but if I know Grub He's laying on his bed writing songs about - PLACID: Fucking? PRICE: Love! PLACID: Honey, Grub doesn't write songs about love. He writes songs about fucking. There, you hear that? Listen.
4.
Caffeine 04:13
GRUB: I call my muse For I need to get laid To get laid, I need a chick To get a chick, I must look cool To look cool, I need to lie To lie creatively, I must have - JONAH: Fuck! Shut up! GRUB: You did it again, dude. You got crazy last night. Hey Jonah ... Little Jonah, sweetie Jonah, baby Jonah ... JONAH: Jesus, what? GRUB: What do you know about caffeine? I heard there's no caffeine in root beer. Is this true? JONAH: You woke me up to ask me this? My head's on fire, I'm still half-pissed And root beer ... Jesus Christ, you're thinking of Sprite. Root beer has plenty of caffeine. GRUB: Check this out: I've been clean of smack for eight months Off methadone for three months, six days I haven't smoked the herb in two weeks And as of right now, I am through with booze. Which leaves cigarettes ... and caffeine. Kicking shit is easy for a guy like me I can get over anything if I want to Cleaning up is simpler than I thought it'd be I guess I never get addicted - I just like it Goddammit, where are my cigarettes? What? I told you, I ain't quit smoking yet. GRUB, JONAH: Maybe tomorrow. JONAH: Aw, man, I need to talk to D. You'll never guess who came into the club last night Asking Tank about a man who led a kick-ass Albany band - He said her name was ... Lucy. GRUB: Lucy? Here? In NYC? Looking for me? JONAH: For you, maybe ... or maybe for D. GRUB: Oh, wonderful. Maybe now His Artsiness will come out of retirement. So we can finally hear, after five long years, all those classic tunes like: "Only Lucy can dig up the rest of me" JONAH: Don't let D hear you sing that shit. GRUB: "Only Lucy can figure out what's happened to me" JONAH: Do the part about the tree! GRUB: "Well, she's a tree that falls when there's no one around And she's a hand that claps into no other hand. She's a tree that falls when there's no one around And she's a hand that claps into no other hand." JONAH: Oh, man ... it's getting dark. We gotta go downstairs. Carla's gonna throttle us. GRUB: Nah, I'm busy. But before you split ... Jonah ... Little Jonah, sweetie Jonah, baby Jonah ... JONAH: Yes, Grub? GRUB: Are you ever gonna change your clothes? Or could you maybe take a shower, you slob? You've worn those fucking rags for days And you smell like bubonic plague Hey, wait - JONAH: Yes, Grub? GRUB: Dude, bring me back a couple of beers? Oh, shit, no - bring me a case of Sprite. And cigarettes! Jonah? Jonah! Shit.
5.
GORGISSIMA: Every goddess of the screen knows how to use her fists Every rock god worth a ride has swivel in his hips Every lovely pair of legs has SOMETHING in between - And every show on Broadway needs at least one queen ... Putting on a wig and heels is like taking off a skin Painting up the outside to reveal the truth within I'm stirring and evolving far beyond shy nature's plan I'm waking up the butterfly who dreamt she was a man GORGISSIMA, D, JONAH, GRUB, PLACID, PRICE, CARLA, CHRIS: We are all born beautiful, we are all born proud We are all born wild, we are all born screaming loud It's a cruel world that tames us, that forces us to hide But you can't hide forever when you're fabulous inside. GORGISSIMA: Tonight I rise like mercury, I rouge beyond the pale I am as tempting as the slippery serpent swallowing its tail The sequined asses shake to generate the heat and fire divine I kick the alchemy sublime that turns lead blood to golden wine So stay home, you boys and girls who are no more than boys and girls It takes much more than plain old fashion sense to spin this stubborn world You've got to know the feel of tight black leather, the tickle of an ostrich feather How to give a heart attack - and how to take it back Because there's gorgeous And then there's GORGEOUS There's SIMPLY gorgeous There's FAB and gorgeous There's UBER-gorgeous There's FUCK ME gorgeous - And then there's GORGISSIMA! GORGISSIMA, D, JONAH, GRUB, PLACID, PRICE, CARLA, CHRIS: We are all born beautiful, we are all born proud We are all born wild, we are all born screaming loud It's a cruel world that tames us, that forces us to hide But you can't hide forever when you're fabulous inside. GORGISSIMA: Every goddess of the screen knows how to use her fists Every rock god worth a ride has swivel in his hips Every lovely pair of legs has SOMETHING in between - And every show on Broadway needs at least one queen ... And tonight, that queen is me! Behold! Beware! Be mine! Welcome... to Club Cibola!
6.
DJ: Well, hello down there, muchachos. This is your DJ, Señor Mr. G, listo para llevarlos a los "Highest Trails Above". Y'all look so good tonight, pero no veo a nadie sudando asi es que tenemos que hacer algo al rrrrrrespecto ahora mismo. Welcome to Cibola! D: There's a great big hole in the sky above the North Pole Opened by a bullet that was fired from the Grassy Knoll D, JONAH: Ripped out wide by the spray of the brain And the blood and the bone that was something Cobain DJ: And the hole in the sky is a hole into Hell D.B. Cooper jumped in, and he fell and he fell Now he rots in the silt twenty-three fathoms down GORGISSIMA, DJ: With a hundred unsinkable ships. DJ: Swing it. D, GRUB, JONAH, TANK, CHRIS. VICTORIA, GORGISSIMA, PLACID, PRICE, CARLA: Back and forth, until we find magnetic north Swing it back and forth, until we find magnetic north YUPPIE #2, YUPPIE #4: Swing it! Swing it! YUPPIE #4: You want a war? GRUB: Hollow earth lit up by a tiny sun The sun spins around at night - look up, I can prove it now Those are not stars, those are Chinese lights D: There's a great big hole in the sky above the North Pole Opened by a bullet that was fired from the Grassy Knoll Like a mirror image of a crack in the equator Full of arsenic, Hawaiian Punch and sewer alligators GRUB, TANK: And the hollow earth is a ball of fire tonight GRUB, D: Yeah, the future is bright in this nuclear light It shines like the Hope Diamond DJ: And the hollow earth overflows with lemon drops And we're jumping like bugs in a microwave Dancing and twitching - and why? DJ, D, GRUB, JONAH, TANK, CHRIS. VICTORIA, GORGISSIMA, PLACID, PRICE, CARLA: Because we're supposed to! DJ: Swing it. D, GRUB, JONAH, TANK, CHRIS. VICTORIA, GORGISSIMA, PLACID, PRICE, CARLA: Back and forth, until we find magnetic north Swing it back and forth, until we find magnetic north
7.
Saratoga 02:42
Words and music by Jed Davis Published by Eschatonality/ASCAP, all rights reserved Dicky Barrett: vocals (TANK) Shea Diamond: vocals (CHRIS) Bryan Thomas: vocals (JONAH) Heather Maloney: vocals (PRICE) Lindsey Anderson: vocals (PLACID) Miss Guy: vocals (GORGISSIMA) Wendy Ip: vocals (CARLA) Jed Davis: keyboards Alex Dubovoy: guitars Mike Keaney: bass Joe Abba: drums, tambourine Produced by Jed Davis Recorded by Jed Davis at the Ramones Loft, New York, NY, and Pile of Sound Additional recording by John Delehanty at O Studios, Albany, NY and Merle Chornuk at Pilot Studios, New York,, NY Mixed by Tim Latham Mastered by Howie Weinberg
8.
D: She was right in front of me tonight She was right in front of me tonight She filled her space, a ghost returned To undo lessons long since learned As she placed herself right in front of me And she smiled at me And she spoke Oh, she spoke to me And then, of course, she walked away. And I'll never forget her now I can never forget her now At the edge of expectation, she'll always be Right in front of me Right in front of me Right in front of me

about

A note from Jed:
In early 2000, looking for projects to fill his post-Ramones days, Arturo Vega called to inform me that we would be working on a musical together - whether I liked it or not. And it was definitely the latter; all I was interested in was making rock records.

But Arty was persistent and persuasive, and I soon found myself in one Lower East Side dive or another, brainstorming a plot, adding backstory to surprisingly robust characters, and wrapping everything in songs - some from my back catalog, dating to the early '90s; others written to fit. I started breaking in the material at CB's Gallery once a month, solo piano style.

By 2004, we realized that we had more of everything than we needed - more story, more characters, more music - but we were thrilled with it all. It was also clear that what we had was too ambitious to audition in a smoky little room with one guy on a piano. So I started putting together a "cast recording" with 18 singers and a band.

There were starts and stops. Recording forty songs is expensive. There were technical glitches, cast and musician defections, and an ever-changing storyline. A wonderful thing about Arturo was that he lived to WORK, tirelessly and with his full being - and after working with the Ramones for 20-plus years, he understood work as a continuum. Albums lead to tours which lead to more albums in an ever-building cycle. In other words, the work is never finished, and that's how he approached this musical; there was always a new direction to try, a new character to squeeze in. But that's the opposite of my approach. I make a thing because it doesn't exist and I think it should. When I start an album, I just want it done already so I can put it on in the car and drive around to it!

So by 2010 we needed a break from Rise And Shine. I moved to upstate NY and worked on other things. Two years later, we reconvened to complete the project once and for all. I dove back into the Pro Tools files, scrubbing and updating. We decided to submit a proposal for a residency at an arts center, where we would workshop the play and ultimately have it performed. Arty was traveling internationally and I never knew where he was - some of his paintings were being shown in Mexico City; others in Berlin. I emailed him the completed proposal; I got back a one-word reply:

BRAVO

That was my last contact with Arturo; he came home, took ill and passed away in June of 2013. All of this apparently happened over the course of two weeks; he was fine, then he wasn't, then he was gone. I was upstate and out of the loop. I learned of his death on Facebook.

Then I did what Arty would do: I got back to work. It's taken another six years to get this far - to complete the vocals, to add horns and strings, to distill one story from all the various versions we had written, and, working on a dayjob budget, to fund the recording and mixing of the thing. As I type this, almost all of the tracking is finished and the next installment - Day 2 of 5 - is getting mixed. So much has changed since we started working on Rise And Shine... music is different; culture is different; our whole society is different. The Broadway we were writing this for probably doesn't exist anymore.

I don't have ambitions of getting Rise And Shine on a stage. I'm just leaving this, our labor of love, here for people to find... so they can hear the music and imagine these weird-ass characters, picture the dingy grandeur of Club Cibola with strobing laser lights and a packed and sweaty dance floor, in a version of New York City that is long long gone. The Twin Towers rise overhead; a few blocks away, Arturo Vega is in his loft, painting.

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released October 13, 2019

Words and music by Jed Davis
Story by Arturo Vega and Jed Davis

Presented in loving memory of Arturo Vega, 1947-2013

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