To the tune of “Creeque Alley” by the Mamas & the Papas
John and Mikey were gettin’ kind of itchy
Lookin’ to leave the Linns behind
Gordon and Harry workin’ for a penny
Huntin’ for a Goldmund to audition.
In a coffee house Steve G. sat
And after every espresso he’d pass the hat
Rocky Mountain Audio Fest going bye bye, In Denver, was where it was at
And no one’s got an A in class except for Nelson Pass.
Luke and EveAnna, you know there aren’t many, but Skull and “La Femme d’Amour,”
(French, that is),
Who can sing a song the way that you do, let’s use a Nagra D and make an LP, John,
Art says, “Golly, don’t you think that I wish, I could play guitar like you, Doc Watson?”
Rick, Jerry, and Damian (not the spawn) listening (at Audible),
And after every CD spun they’d pass the hat,
Sterling (Trayle) and Michael (Trei) still a calibratin’
Drew Baird must “Cary” on, you know where he has dragons.
And no one’s gettin’ PRaT except Nelson Pass.
Pass was at Threshold, planned to go to Spectral (not really),
But felt a Field Effect Transformation (got FET’ed),
Standin’ on the turnpike, thumb out to hitchhike, saying,
“Take me to Sea Cliff right away, baby”
When Russ (Goddard, “Audible” owner) met Pass, he gave him only one choice: preamps,
Called Gordon and Harry and that was with Maggies;
Ivor, Spencer, and Dorothy couldn’t get that midrange, baby.
But that’s what they were aimin’ at
La la la
And everyone likes Class A especially Nelson Pass.
Slick Low Billy, on an audio quest, wow and flutter, big bumps,
“Don’t you track at 4.0 grams!”, says Mr Carr (“Here’s Johnny!”),
Make up, break up, everything is shake up (Immediately),
And it’s the end of the world as we know it,
Guess it had to be that way,
And I feel fine.
The Mountain did indeed come to HP, not the other way (“I heard it backwards in a Pink Floyd song”).
The coast is never really that blue, consider your New Age Cookie’s,
Hana SLs just a catchin’ fire, Quad-DSD will be all right,
In Denver you know the In-N-Out Burglar, animal style with heavy mods.
And everybody’s gettin’ tats except Nelson Pass.
La la la
JFETs, MOSFETs, Boba Fett’s, whoa,
Broke, busted, disgusted, the source just blew through the gate (tech talk, baby),
Some like the donuts in Portland,
I like the affable audio dudes, all Brents and Jeff and The Doors of Perception;
Bacon and mango crullers for me.
Full steam ahead, damn the torpedoes.
It’s a naval analogy.
Just don’t rock the boat, baby, “don’t turn the boat over…”
Paul’s (McGowan-McCartney) good vibrations (Brian) and our imaginations,
Can go on indefinitely
And California dreamin’ is becomin’ a reality (Neil Young, baby),
And no one got an A in class except Nelson Pass.
“1 2 3 4 5 6 7 …
… all Keith Johnsons go to Spectral …”
Cristal, Maybach, Gaga and Madonna on Spotify
Ya ya ya
“It’s all dark, actually…”
Header image: The Mamas & the Papas promo photo.