Don Gator

Don Gator

 New York City, New York, USA
BandRockPop

I’m the award-winning creator of spyrock, with the character of international spy Don Gator. The lyrics? Full of CIA intrigue, but with relatable themes like lost love and revenge. Vocally, think GNR, Vedder and Chili Peppers. The music? Sexy, teeming with electric guitars and always danceable.

Biography

Singer Dennis Hirdt created spyrock at 40,000 feet …

For Dennis Hirdt, a NYC-based model and musician who’s known as the King of Spyrock, the travel demands of life as an international model brought on an aha! moment.

“I was traveling constantly — I'd get a call from an agency rep, this voice with an accent that’d tell me which country I was flying to next,” Hirdt said. “I’d hang out in strange and exotic circles, and everybody wanted to shoot me. I thought, ‘This is pretty similar to being a spy.’”

So Hirdt created the character of Don Gator and his spydom saga, which is rife with weaponry, chase scenes, sexy rendezvous and bottomless cocktails. But the lyrics are not without substance. Metaphors are Hirdt’s weapons of choice, exploring themes that allow listeners to associate their experiences with that of Gator’s: lost loves, personal battles, the thrill of the chase and bold beginnings.

Spyrock Defined. Finally.

Spyrock’s roots are in surf rock. On this groundbreaking album of storytelling through music, the guitars are the stars, thanks to the always-sinuous, often-cutting stylings of Justin Gild and Ben Rosenberg. The overall sonic brazenness allows rhythm to take the lead, going from dance-inducing (My Love at MI6) to transporting indie rock (Benedict Mauvais) to riding-with-the-top-down Americana (Burn). Piano-based mid-tempos are peppered with Ben Folds hope (Brazilian Summer), while affecting ballads (Try a Little Harder, Heaven) reveal the inner Gator.

Continuity is achieved through the album’s storyline and Hirdt’s all-out, Bowie-meets-Axl-then-charters-a-jet-with-Vedder vocals. Guest appearances include Roger Rosenberg’s bari sax on the title track and Evah Walker’s featured vocals on Arms Dealers & Art Collectors.

Lyrics

My Love @ MI6

Written By: Dennis Hirdt

My Love @ MI6 shows up in time to save my life
Then you fade away
Disappear by day
Waiting for the night, I stay

My Love @MI6 you leave me so hot on your trail
Let the game begin
Now I’m closin’ in
I can almost taste your skin

I want to take you and make you the best
I won’t rest till I have you again in my sight

Caprice is all that you know
Can my love quench your thirsty stare?
Feel it if you dare
Like the Summer Air
Racing through your long dark hair
In a red Aston Martin
Screaming down a moonlit wind
Leave the world behind
My song is on your mind
Seek, my lady, you will find

I want to take you and make you the best
I won’t rest till I have you again in my sight
I want to chase you and place you on top
Till you come to the rescue again in the night

I want to take you and make you the best
I won’t rest till I have you again in my sight
I will elate your heart rate to that state above
Come to the rescue again in the night

Try a Little Harder

Written By: Dennis Hirdt / Justin Gild / Ben Rosenberg

Through the rising smoke
And through the subtle dark and daunting night
A silhouette that calls your name and draws you in
Zero in on two shoes moving through a crowded little square
Anonymous without a past without a place

From the beat of the drum
From the heat of the night
To the beat of your heart
Running fast outta sight
As a story unfurled
Running deep back in your mind’s eye
When I feel the effects
Of the touch of your sex
Like a junkie I run
Like a junkie
Come back to a whispered reply
So before we say our goodbye
Let’s Try a Little Harder
Try a Little Harder

Lay your soft hair back
Eyes close and lay your cheek upon my hand
Count ten and think back to a time
When you are just a child
The dawn brings a new light
But it doesn’t wash away the pain
True beauty deep inside you it can never die

When you’re feelin’ the bass
And you’re wantin’ a crutch
And you’re wantin’ a taste
And you’re needin’ a touch
And you’re needin’ a kiss
But you’re feelin’ a little shy
When I feel the effects
Of the touch of your sex
Like a junkie I run
Like a junkie
Come back to a whispered reply
So before we say our goodbye
Let’s Try a Little Harder
Try a Little Harder

When we made our escape
In the heat of the night
And the lay of your lips
Was so sweet and so light
Let’s hold onto it now
So before we say our goodbye

Through the rising smoke
And through the subtle dark and daunting night
A silhouette that calls your name and draws you in

When you hear the guitar
Callin’ you from a star
Like a wish from afar
Look on up to the sky
See the moon getting high
Little you just wants to fly away
When I feel the effects
Of the touch of your sex
Like a junkie I run
Like a junkie
Come back to a whispered reply
But before we say our goodbye
Let’s Try a Little Harder
Try a Little Harder

Try a little harder
Let’s try a little harder

Let’s try

Arms Dealers & Art Collectors

Written By: Dennis Hirdt / Jonathon Stranger

Arms Dealers & Art Collectors (Hirdt/Stranger)
In a room full of arms dealers & art collectors
And they all wanna get me
With their guns, cash, and paintings
They pull out a pin and try to erase me

Duck behind an armored-plated frame baby (don’t shoot me)
Swing around with rounds and start shoo-shoo-shooting (shoo-shoo-shooting)
Left foot right foot break to the back door
Low through the smoke hand on the fourty four

Are we gonna get out or
Are we gonna give out
Cover me and we will survive
There’s no easy route out
There’s gonna be a shoot out
Are we gonna get out alive
In a room full of arms dealers & art collectors

A life of glamour and underground fame
This is what we chase
Hidden in a frame
From Singapour to Paris
Blood red on the canvas
Oh sweet Death in Venice

Masked mercenaries in a small army (small army)
In a museum gone Loo-Loo-Looting (loo-loo-looting)
How they made us?
We can’t be sure
Time to reload
Keep your eye on the door

Are we gonna get out or
Are we gonna give out
Cover me and we will survive
There’s no easy route out
There’s gonna be a shoot out
Are we gonna get out alive

I don’t know how I got here
Last week I’m on a yacht near
St. Tropez closing a deal worth five million Gs ($5,000,000,000.00)
Don’t mind the tease
We ain’t in it for acclaim
We play the game
For more, so let’s draw
The thrill of the chase
But what is at stake?
Our lives and freedoms and Rembrandt’s mistakes
In a hollow sculpture
Out with the loot
Girl let’s get down low
It’s ready to blow now

Are we gonna get out or
Are we gonna give out
Cover me and we will survive
There’s no easy route out
There’s gonna be a shoot out
Are we gonna get out alive
In a room
Are we gonna get out or
Are we gonna give out
Cover me and we will survive
There’s no easy route out
There’s gonna be a shoot out
Are we gonna get out alive

In a room full of arms dealers & art collectors

Benedict Mauvais

Written By: Dennis Hirdt / Jonathon Stranger

Benedict Mauvais (Hirdt/Stranger)
It was a typical picture
Painted in a whisper under the setting sun
He said I wanted to greet you
Finally good to meet you
Never would trust this one
And to his right side
A devil in disguise
Beauty you just can’t hate
We’re heroes and villains
And if you’re willin’
Looks like we have a date

Oh but time after time
I have run from you instead
Night after night
I have sung myself to bed

What would you say if I would take it away
And I would never give it back?
What would you say
What would you say
What would you say, Benedict Mauvais?

An expatriate heir with exuberant flair
He’s the sniper in the spotlight
But the man was on a roll
And had me in a hole
I gotta get out tonight
Chattin’ up the Lady Lobo
Sippin’ up his mojo out of a Sazerac
But his re-up’s my chance
And I’ll get her to dance
Once old Benny turns his back

Mauvais, you’ve won some battles
I will win the war instead
Night after night
I have sung myself to bed

What would you say if I would take it away
And I would never give it back?
What would you say
What would you say
What would you say, Benedict Mauvais?

I’ll be outta sight and I am gone in the night
And I will never give her back
Be outta sight
Gone in the night
What would you say,
Benedict Mauvais?
Benedict Mauvais

What would you say if I would take it away
And I would never give it back?
What would you say
What would you say
What would you say, Benedict Mauvais?
Benedict Mauvais (3x)

Discography

Don Gator | Naked with a Loaded Gun
a new concept album introducing the world of spyrock

It begins with a jailbreak … and a dance beat.

Globetrotting agent Don Gator is suddenly on the lam, his escape from a Saharan jail triggering MI6 to send a beautiful new recruit his way to gather intel. Gator’s onto her, he of the cunning (albeit awed) hero type, long engulfed in a world where he must placate arms dealers, thwart heists and rev up Aston Martins and jet skis alike while being relentlessly pursued up the coast.

Think Bond, minus the martinis — this spy prefers Sazeracs.

Through international ass-kicking and saucy rendezvous, Gator’s story is rife with intrigue. Chiseled cheekbones and
abs ensure he’s always in the company of female assets. Enter Lady Lobo, a long-haired Brazilian goddess with an
attraction to malice. She belongs to his archnemesis, Benedict Mauvais, an assassin hot on his trail.

Gator turned to spydom after losing the woman he loved to a terrorist attack. He’s got plenty of heart, going o-mission to rescue a prostitute from a soul-dampening Barcelona slum, and even experiencing a coma-induced yearning for simpler times.

And just when a getaway through the American desert gives Gator hope he’ll someday get out, he’s directed to a safe house where two passports are conveniently tucked in a hollowed-out Bible.

Another chapter begins …

“Sleep while I drive
with the headlights off,
and the infrared on ...”

Set List

Model Spy
Benedict Mauvais
Body Take My Hand
Barcelona Slum
Naked with a Loaded Gun
Flor Oscura
Try a Little Harder
Arms Dealers & Art Collectors
Burn
My Love @ MI6