Dave Christianson Band

Dave Christianson Band

 
Manchaca, Texas, USA
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The Dave Christianson Band performs a mixture of blues, funk, soul, & jazz styles, featuring compelling rhythms and great musicianship in contemporary musical settings pleasing dancers & listeners alike with an extensive song selection of both cover tunes and Dave's unique & entertaining originals.

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Biography

Dave Christianson is a versatile and brilliant guy. He writes great songs, often about the ironic and humorous moments within real life. He possesses a truly beautiful voice. The guy can really sing.
Dave worked as a jingle writer in the 1980s, he wrote and produced some award-winning music for radio and TV advertising campaigns. He knows what hes doing in the recording studio, and produces some great recordings. Dave has produced eight albums of his own music to date. The most recent, called 'Splode Package, he self-released in the summer of 2013 on Macrobop Recordings, Daves independent label. The album features Daves voice, his powerful drumming and piano playing, along with some great playing from guitar virtuoso Danny Bresett, as well as bassist Pete Richards and keyboardist Scott Doyle, all regular bandmates of Daves in his live group. There are 18 songs and 110 minutes of music over two discs. The settings of the tunes are quite varied, the imagination of the listener is engaged by the lyrics and the sounds.
Daves music has always been broadly influenced, by 1960s & 70s soul singers, soundscapes of the urban blues, the interplay of modern jazz, the evocative storytelling of the country music and folk traditions, all tightly wound together like a ball of twine.
Hes a singing drummer, like Levon Helm, Grady Tate, Phil Collins, Buddy Miles. Kind of a rarity, someone who can lay down the groove in earnest and sing freely at the same time. Daves fun to watch and great to hear.
Originally from the Pacific Northwest, Dave had visited Austin, liked being there, found a place to settle in, and moved down to Texas. Austin has gained a uniquely gifted soul to count amongst those gifted artists already present here. When you hear Daves voice, youll remember it. When you have the opportunity to see and hear he and his compatriots perform, jump on it. Dave will move you.

Guitarist Danny Bresett. Danny is a terrific, virtuoso-level guitarist. Originally from Houston, his playing style borrows from cutting-edge rock, jazz, blues, and country styles which comes together into Dannys own personal sound.

Bassist Peter Richards. Pete is one groovin bass player, rock-solid in time and feeling, the pivot-point from which the music does spin. He has often been the bassman of choice for many Austin favorites. If Petes holding down the low end, you know youre gonna groove.

Keyboardist Scott Doyle. Scott plays the piano in a jazzy way like Herbie Hancock, the organ in a rootsy way like Garth Hudson, and adds synthesizer sounds that gives the music a singular, unique flavor. Scotts playing stirs the imagination.

Drummer & Vocalist Dave Christianson. Dave's great voice and sensational drumming propels his band through the songs he has composed, or in interpreting cover tunes that he likes to sing and play. When you hear Daves performance, you recognize his sound immediately.

Lyrics

Dumpster Fire

Written By: Dave Christianson

©copyright2011 Dave Christianson Creations

I’m some kind of maniac she’s just a nuisance
Good qualities I lack her troubled true sense
I’m a cold ill wind she’s out in left field
More ways I’ve sinned her dry poor yield
I’m just a nervous wreck she’s some manic matron
I’ll stumble a crooked trek her stained and bloody apron
I a hairy missing link she an outright liar
We’re burning and we stink just like a Dumpster Fire

She’s a wholly tramp I’m a basket case
She’ll walk a rotted ramp I’ll run a deathly race
She’s the gray acid rain I’m the pulling guard
Her song the tacet refrain mine the slow retard
She collects the broken eggs I the molded figs
She’ll connect broken legs I’ve the folded twigs
Hers to hold a monkey wrench mine the public ire
We glow red hot with the stench just like a Dumpster Fire

We have the heat and a bad smell like a Dumpster Fire
Get on your feet and run like hell watch out for burning tires
Together we’re hot and such a stink just like a Dumpster Fire
Whether it’s not just what you think we’re something to admire
The acrid smoke the shooting flames is nothing to acquire
We’ll singe the skin and choke the breath just like a Dumpster Fire

We’re a pretty lousy pair a hopeless sight is seen
We with matted mousey hair the noted flight has been
Give us this day your shameless scorn your judgmental stare
We’ll give to you some blighted corn with an infected flair
I’ve got bad blood she has bad brains nothing to expect
The sad and painful shapes behold to dimly reflect
We’re selling a secret recipe we’re searching for a buyer
I scorch I reek and so does she just like a Dumpster Fire

We have the heat and a bad smell like a Dumpster Fire
Get on your feet and run like hell watch out for burning tires
Together we’re hot and such a stink just like a Dumpster Fire
Whether it’s not just what you think we’re something to admire
The acrid smoke the shooting flames is nothing to acquire
We’ll singe the skin and choke the breath just like a Dumpster Fire

Easy Chief

Written By: Dave Christianson

©copyright2012 Dave Christianson Creations

You got long hair, you wear that hat
Why have you got to look like that
I don’t like your face…
I need some air I’m feeling flat
Won’t they turn down the thermostat
I used to like this place…
I’m so on edge it’s all your fault
All that’s good is under assault
Don’t you know you’re strange…
You drive a wedge not worth your salt
A development to revolt
I don’t want to change…

I said, Easy Chief, don’t have a cow
There’s more bad vibes than we’ll allow
So, Easy Chief, you just relax
There’s no need to grind an ax
Easy Chief, just take a break
Just calm down for everybody’s sake
Easy Chief, don’t get obsessed
It’s getting late you need your rest
Take it easy, Chief
Take it easy, Chief

No one wants to let me smoke
What is this, some kind of joke
I used to light-up anywhere…
I won’t calm down, I’ll have a stroke
The fifth amendment I’ll evoke
None of this crap is fair…
It’s my life it’s what I want
This used to be my old time haunt
I can’t do anything anymore…
She’s not my wife she’s my aunt
If I don’t eat I’ll look gaunt
You made me spill on the floor…

We said, Easy Chief, you just pipe down
They hear you yell all over town
Easy Chief, no need to fret
We’ll go out back for that cigarette
So, Easy Chief, don’t freak out
Just what the Doc he speak about
Easy Chief, put your mind at ease
Don’t blow a gasket would you please
Take it easy, Chief
Take it easy, Chief

Take it easy, Chief don’t need to get excited
Take it easy, Chief smile we’ll be delighted
Take it easy, Chief you can open up your hands
Take it easy, Chief just let your mind expand

Easy Chief, you’ll have no doubt
We don’t know what you’re talking about
Easy Chief, take it down a notch
You don’t go wild on my watch
Easy Chief, just take your meds
Listen to what the Doctor says
Easy Chief, you just sit back
Tell me ‘bout your Cadillac
Take it easy, Chief
Take it easy, Chief
Take it easy, Chief
Take it easy, Chief


Let Me Move You

Written By: Dave Christianson

Guitar--When you’re looking for a sign to show you where you are
If you don’t want to be left behind you’ve fallen back too far
You just want to step out of line and leaving the door ajar
Just let me move you let me move you
When there’s too much for you to bear and it’s too dark to see
If you’re so tired you don’t care and you want to break free
When your world won’t play fair and you’re down on your knees
Just let me move you let me move you

Let me move you to bring you comfort and joy
Let me move you I’ll get you out of Illinois
Let me move you to put you back on your feet
Let me move you I’ll take you off of the street
Let me move you I’ll prove it to you
It will behoove you to let me move you

When you’re trying to escape from that same old jive
You got to get back in shape to declare you’ve arrived
By the tail of the tape enough only to survive
Just let me move you let me move you\
When there’s no hope around and you’re working to get loose
If you’re trying to get found and you’ve got no excuse
Hands are free, feet are bound but you won’t call a truce
Just let me move you let me move you

Let me move you I’ll bring you some relief
Let me move you we will set aside the grief
Let me move you I’ll put you back in control
Let me move you you can get it in your soul
Let me move you I’ll prove it to you
It will behoove you to let me move you
Guitar groove 4, A—E Piano B
When you’re just looking for light on that cloudy day
If you’re sick and tired of the fight you need someplace to stay
It’s when you’re frightened in the night and your blues holds sway
Just let me move you let me move you
When you’re haunted by the past and you can’t see tomorrow
You don’t want to finish last you feel the pain and sorrow
If you want to get out fast but there’s nothing more to borrow
Just let me move you let me move you

Let me move you you’ll know I hear your plea
Let me move you I’ll take you back to Tennessee
Let me move you we’ll just take off tonight
Let me move you everything will be made right
Let me move you I’ll prove it to you
It will behoove you to let me move you

Let me move you to bring you comfort and joy
Let me move you I’ll get you out of Illinois
Let me move you to put you back on your feet
Let me move you I’ll take you off of the street
Let me move you I’ll prove it to you
It will behoove you to let me move you
Twice: Let me move you I’ll prove it to you
It will behoove you to let me move you

Inside Man

Written By: Dave Christianson

Groove--If you need to get your leg up on the competition
To be that woman who’s in big business is your ambition
You need to have a connection with an operator from within
Not some used to be type like some industry has-been
If you’re looking for the “in-house” dude
Somebody with that killer attitude

Give me a shout, I’m the Inside Man
Call me, I got that bona fide plan
Trust me, I got the boss man’s ear
Count on me, I put you in the clear
‘cause I’m the Inside Man
Yes I’m the Inside Man

Since you’re a career kind of chick in an executive town
And I’m the educated type who really knows my way around
To know everyone who’s anyone, for you, would be a major coup
To have an entrée into the big boys club would help you break through
If I help you get your foot in the door
I’m the one to put you on the ground floor

Give me a shout, I’m the Inside Man
Call me, I got that bona fide plan
Trust me, I got the boss man’s ear
Count on me, I put you in the clear
‘cause I’m the Inside Man
Yes I’m the Inside Man

How about you give your Inside Man a little taste
To express your appreciation would not be misplaced
You wouldn’t want this golden opportunity to go to waste
Time is money, lead me inside, come on, let’s make haste
I’m the Inside Man…Guitar-- E Piano

You dress for success so let find out how you do it
I’m the Inside Man, I’ll be the one to guide you through it
Don’t you want to impress the best to build your career
You got a lot to give, so why not give it to me right here
I shall lead you down the primrose path
After we get through I’ll let you take a bath

Give me a shout, I’m the Inside Man
Call me, I got that bona fide plan
Trust me, I got the boss man’s ear
Count on me, I put you in the clear
‘cause I’m the Inside Man
Yes I’m the Inside Man….

Pussy Bitches

Written By: Dave Christianson

Guitar--French-Fried Freddie he likes to go downtown
Check out all them Pussy Bitches who are hanging ‘round
Where there’s booze and loud grooves the Pussy Bitches appear
Freddie likes him some Pussy Bitches within his sphere
“Where all the Pussy Bitches at?” Freddie wants to know
When his feet meet the street Pussy Bitches join the flow
“Tonight’s my night to get down!” Freddie does proclaim
When it comes to Pussy Bitches, Freddie has no shame

Here come Pussy Bitches Need to scratch where it itches
Comes to spread the riches Come on Pussy Bitches
Right here Pussy Bitches Flipping Freddie’s switches
Cain’t tell which from witches Over here Pussy Bitches

Freddie likes everything about them Pussy Bitches
“Pussy Bitches they put a wrinkle in my britches”
“Why they dress that way, show everything they got?”
In a chilly world these Pussy Bitches be making it hot
They show the leg, the ass, the cleavage, paint their lips
Whole package in motion when they slinging their hips
Pussy Bitches’ the main reason why Freddie’s french-fried
He wishes Pussy Bitches and Freddie shall collide

CHORUS-SOLOS

Freddie hops up and down like a horny kangaroo
How many Pussy Bitches can one horny man accrue
“Bring it, baby doll, bring it over, bring it on!”
Freddie yelling so them Pussy Bitches can respond
Pussy Bitches to the left, Pussy Bitches to the right
Freddie broadcasts to Pussy Bitches ‘bout his plight
“C’mon give Uncle Fred a little piece of that pussay”
Freddie got twitches in his hitches them Bitches do play

CHORUS TWICE-VAMP OUT

I'm The Trouble You Couldn't Take Back

Written By: Dave Christianson

Guitar-I’m the trouble you couldn’t take back
If you could get away from me then you would
I’m coming like a runaway train on the track
Pulling freight cars full of no good
I’m the trouble you couldn’t take back
Why you stick around only you can say
I’ll give you sensations that you might’ve lacked
and I’ll give you some other reasons to stay

You wear a ring on a chain around your neck
You carry a silver dollar in your pocket
You count on the luck of the draw off the deck
You have a picture of your Ma in a locket
I’m the one who’s riding the whirlwind
And where I lead dangers will follow
To hang with me you need to be thick skinned
And don’t bite off more than you can swallow

CHORUS

We’ll drive my old Plymouth a hundred miles an hour
With a bottle of bourbon stashed under the seat
We’ll take that flying leap off of the Moontower
And drop hard to the ground on my feet
Jump a motorcycle over a Greyhound bus
Into a cauldron of flames on the other side
The nervous crowd shall holler and cuss
As we emerge from the fire on wheels astride

CHORUS
Guitar solo
We’ll ride on a rocket over the Snake River gorge
and blast our way toward the canyon rim
In a steel suit I made with a hammer in a forge
everyone is convinced our outlook is grim
Be there the bullets or arrows, the axes or knives
We’ll slip and slide in the midst of their flight
You’ll know when the time is that we have arrived
and where we stand bathed in the light

CHORUS
Piano solo
CHORUS twice
I’m the trouble you couldn’t take back
If you could get away from me then you would….

Ain't No Time Like The First Time

Written By: Dave Christianson

Guitar-My heart, at the start, is beating fast, In anticipation of her touch at last
Along with the sound of her voice, That she has made her choice
And she has chosen me
Thoughts that I have, spinning like a top, And my excitement it just can’t stop
So when she comes on to me, Somehow she is drawn to me
That loneliness becomes my past

We go downtown it feels alright, In darkened rooms her eyes so bright
The music played and we both heard, Familiar strains, the chords, the words
We grow accustomed to each other
I watch her, the crowd watches us, With care to earn each other’s trust
Trusting we then disappear, With feelings we had so endeared
So we begin into the night

Ain’t no time like the first time, The first time is often the best time
And the best time I will remember, That it was a blessed time
She is in her prime
If you’re like me I would guess, That you’d have to confess that
There ain’t no time like the first time

I have wondered how she would appear, As I peel back her secure veneer
Revealed in such glory, Like the maiden in a story
She is clean and smooth and serious
She throws herself onto my hands, In response to each new command
As though starving I do consume, Her tenderness, that darkened room
I discover that last frontier

Ain’t no time like the first time, The first time is often the best time
And the best time I will remember, That it was a blessed time
She is in her prime
If you’re like me I would guess, That you’d have to confess that
There ain’t no time like the first time
GuitarA-PianoB
We stay together for a while, And I find out I can make her smile
With my wisdom and my wit, but mostly by the way we fit
Together, like a tongue-in-groove
But as time progresses we may not have shown, The best we had, I might’ve known
We are always good but not as fine, As at first we do combine
Me and her, we have little more to prove

Ain’t no time like the first time, The first time is often the best time
And the best time I will remember, That it was a blessed time
She is in her prime
If you’re like me I would guess, That you’d have to confess that
There ain’t no time like the first time

Pimps 'N Hoes

Written By: Dave Christianson

You say I smoke too much
You won’t be seen with a man over six-two
I eat the wrong stuff and I eat too much
If I don’t shape up we’re through
You say I’m relationship phobic
That I’m afraid of commitment; I won’t look you in the eye
I have an ashtray mouth, live in an ashtray house
Facts I neither confirm ‘nor deny

You and me, we belong together
We are together, we were meant to be together
Like carrots and peas, and wine and cheese
Like fingers and toes, like pimps and hoes
You and me, we belong together
We are together, we were meant to be together
Like tots and teens, n’ pork n’ beans
Like windows and doors, like pimps n’ hoes

You say I have poor posture
That I won’t stand up straight
I drive an ugly car and I play to much guitar
I’m always showing up late
You say I behave like a fool
That my jokes ain’t funny, I exhibit very bad taste
I don’t have nice friends, and we’ll be at the end
You say I can be replaced

You and me, we belong together
We are together, we were meant to be together
Like carrots and peas, and wine and cheese
Like fingers and toes, like pimps and hoes
You and me, we belong together
We are together, we were meant to be together
Like tots and teens, n’ pork n’ beans
Like windows and doors, like pimps n’ hoes

Walking With The Saints

Written By: Dave Christianson

Good fortune for you I came by
It’s a long way into town
I’ve been driving all night
You’re the only one I’ve seen around
Tonight Saint Anthony watches over us
In my pickup in these open places
Dangers of this highway would go for us
But for the powerful Orisha’s good graces

In life the road is not straight
It is curved and rough and such is out fate
So we pray and dance, the Oru is played
The Olorisha faints
We’re walking with the saints
walking with the saints
(Keys-guitar-keys)
Saint Lazerus is my personal saint,
for I was sickly when I was young
he kept me warm and dry when it rained
and I grew stronger when Babaluz’ Oru was sung
let me offer him a little rum
let me offer you a little rum too
my Lazerus to us has come
with these humble offerings we’ll come through

you see, In life the road is not straight
It is curved and rough and such is out fate
So we pray and dance, the Oru is played
The Olorisha faints
We’re walking with the saints
walking with the saints
(SOLO guitar-keys 8 bars)
I have a beautiful woman I call my wife
At first I saw her, I knew she was the one
I asked the Holy Mother for good in my life
With the rooster, the ritual was done
She came to me like spring rain
So new and clean and restless
We have a fine life and we’re always praying
So our Oris can bless and protect us

In life the road is not straight
It is curved and rough and such is out fate
So we pray and dance, the Oru is played
The Olorisha faints
We’re walking with the saints
walking with the saints

Hangin' With Mister T

Written By: Dave Christianson

He pities the fool who tries to take over the world
He’s got no time for the jibber-jabber
Big man handles all the trouble that’s hurled
Don’t want to hear more blibber-blabber
When Hannibal calls the big man’s ready to move
Ain’t no sucker gonna hassle the weak
This tough man got nothing to prove
Hit you so hard he’ll knock you into next week
He makes sure nothing happens to his gold
You better not break his chain, fool
Big man plays it just—how he told—
Talk back nothing to gain, be cool

You better watch out Jack, you better watch your back
‘bout bandits and bullies----justice is key
first name Mister middle name Period Last name T
Last name T…………..inst….

You got no choice, either you talk or you hurt
Better not be talking to no invisible animals
You better not puke on the Faceman’s shirt
You gotta pay—if you’re goona piss off Hannibal
He ain’t afraid to fly, he just needs a little nap
Don’t talk no smack, or he’ll get funky
Mad Dog Murdock, he ain’t no sap---
The big man ain’t afraid of no monkey
You was the baddest cat around ‘til T showed up
He make ‘em by hand, he break ‘em by hand
Ain’t so tough—since your luck blowed up
This Team just earned about 200 grand

better watch out Jack, you better watch your back
‘bout bandits and bullies----justice is key
first name Mister middle name Period Last name T
Last name T…………inst…solos……………………….

better watch out Jack, you better watch your back
‘bout bandits and bullies----justice is key
first name Mister middle name Period Last name T
Last name T………….inst….
Last Name T