Ed Morneau

Ed Morneau

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Every artist has cooking in his soul a kitchen full of ingredients. My idealism and outrage are salted from the 60's, stirred into a casserole of a timeless multiplications of genres, spiced with strong melodies, and peppered with words of love, protest, lunacy and desperation.

Biography

We used to have a jukebox in our high school cafeteria and I'd always spend my lunch money playing the B-sides of singles. This used to drive other kids crazy, so much so that there was this race to the lunch room to see who'd get there before me so they could hear the hits and the hits only. Yet, more and more, I'd hear someone else play a B-side and it felt like some knd of small triumph. I was always looking for something a bit different in my life and in my music.

I was brought up on all kinds of music--gypsy folk, classical waltz, Elvis, surf guitar, bluegrass yodeling, space rock, Beach Boys, Beatles, Zappa--stuff in and out of the mainstream. And it had a big effect on me as a writer.

I remember the day we landed on the moon, my band launched into my very first original song--an instrumental called "Nylon Argosy." The crowd at Cambridge Universalist Church went crazy. The song was part Pink Floyd, part Zappa, part surf, part Them. It was a psychedelic stew of what music was back then and I've never stopped writing since.

In and out of rock, folk, blues, surf bands and solo ventures, a few writing gigs, and a long career in teaching literature and film, I have continued to write songs as a private and sometimes public passion.

I was a founding member and principle songwriter for Moon Unit, Desperate Fidel, the Cleaner Brothers, Stavin' Chain, Rane, and the Flying Fan Modules.

People who really know my music say I've absorbed my influences well, and that my songs ache and inspire with melody, and that my words reveal the teacher in me. My songs embrace folk, rock, progressive pop, blues, jazz, instrumental, surf, experimental and montage. I try to make melody the king of what I embrace; and I pray the words illustrate something about being human.

My influences range from Duane Eddy, the Ventures & Al Caiola to Ricky Nelson, Prez Prado, Beatles, Beach Boys, Roy Wood, XTC, Kinks, Zappa, Eno, Varese, John Cage, Gustav Mahler, Leonard Bernstein, Oscar Peterson, Stephen Soundheim, Randy Newman, Bob Dylan, Phil Ochs, Tom Waits, Aimee Mann, Joni Mitchell & Johnny A.

Primarily a guitarist, I also write using keyboards, percussion and found sound. I'm interested in solo and multiple vocal textures and welcome collaboration in my music.

I believe that next to gravity, water and oxygen, music is a natural force in the universe. Within the kingdom of that force, melody rules. In the last fifty years in contemporary music, Brian Wilson has been the court composer, the Beatles the house band, and Bob Dylan has been trading turns with Randy Newman as the court's jesters. My ability to honor my influences and go my own way lyrically and melodically sets me apart from my heroes. My background in literature gives my composing architecture and history.

Lyrics

Back Where the Soldier Fell

Written By: Ed Morneau

Back where the soldier fell
There will be a tale to tell
While the priests and the infidels mock time
In a flash the deed was done
One lost, the other won
And those who loved the both of them just cry.

The big sky cannot weep
The big secret is there to keep
The rest of us who are fast asleep in his arms.
No call to sacrifice
No call to help his wife
Pack away his child in ice for later on.

Thaw him out when he becomes a man
Let the whole thing begin again
The flag will keep him warm while he waits.
The time will come to earn his right
To find the darkness and seize the night
And know that a true killer never
hesitates.

Back where the soldier fell
Before he died he heard a bell
He remembered school recess and his friends.
The dodge ball game he had won
The day he said goodbye to mom
And dad, in tears and delirium—
Where are they sending him?

He’s a man in no man’s land
Where things will never make sense to him
‘Cause nothing ever begin or ever ends.
Though words from home are poetry
A parade awaits in grave symmetry
A sacrifice to hegemony and the dead.

Back where the soldier fell
I kneel and curse to hell
That war is such an easy thing to sell in our time.
If I could I would lift him up
Bring him home and say that’s enough
But I’m afraid that I’m not that tough…

Discography

"Shoe Shine by Stavin' Chain
"Amidst a Fiery Stand by Rane
"Fill Spectre" by The Flying Fan Modules
"Trepanning" by Folksonomy

"The Sails" (FFM) streamed on Boston-Beats;
"Read to Me" (Rane) "Godfather's Christmas Song," Raccoon's Christmas Song" (FFM) streamed on Youtube

Set List

Solo Set List (1 hour in length):
"Jet Pak"
"Back Where the Soldier Fell"
"When the Birds Stopped Singing"
"The Man Who Sold the World" (Bowie cover)
"Oh Suzannah"
"Yes, Yes"
"To America"
"Tiddlywinks"
"Like Boo Radley Did"
"Soldier's Lament"
"Little Budgie"
"Stavin' Chain"
"Staunch Dublin Boy"
"Yes It Is" (Beatle cover)