Maurice Tani, Jenn Courtney & 77 El Deora

Maurice Tani, Jenn Courtney & 77 El Deora

 San Francisco, California, USA
BandAmericanaCountry

Maurice Tani, Jenn Courtney & 77 El Deora is a San Francisco-based, 5-piece, alt-country/Americana outfit. Formed in 2004, the band has honed its sound through diet, exercise and constant live shows, amassing a loyal following of discriminating roots music aficionados and other social misfits.

Biography

At the core are the sparring male and female vocals of Jenn Courtney and songwriter Maurice Tani, framed with Steve Kallai's sweet fiddle, Tani's guitar work, Mike Anderson's slappin', clankin', doghouse, bull-fiddle, acoustic bass, and the virtuous, ethical, thoroughly "drummy" drumming of drummer Christopher Fisher. The sound is sometimes breathy acoustic, sometimes searing electric, sometimes both.

Though the spotlight dances the width of the stage, singer Jennifer Courtney is the primary, recurring focus of attention. Her larger-than-life presence and luxurious, full-sized voice animate the material with personal spark. Alternately strong, vulnerable, sexy and funny, she brings a full palette of color to the songs. Dark and lush, even when the lyric is light, her rich voice delivers a tender kiss on the lips and a startling punch in the gut with successive breaths. If Jenn Courtney sings these songs as if they were written for her, it's because they were.

With Courtney as his muse and central character, songwriter/guitarist Maurice Tani has constructed a repertoire full of dry irony and dark humor. The songs are twangy ruminations ranging from rye to romantic. Tender to aggressive. Sexy to... well, actually Jenn Courtney is always sexy.

Smart, original, neo-noir honky tonk in the classic rhythms and themes of western America: cheatin', lyin', drinkin', dyin', broken hearts, shattered dreams, bright twangy guitars and the Ray Price shuffle..

Lyrics

(I Just Dodged a) Bullet

Written By: Maurice Tani

We need to talk
–She said
I’ve been thinking
–That's not good
I’ve got something I find
very hard to say
I think your great
–Go on..
You’re really special
–Here it comes
It’s just that I don’t think of
you and I that way

I just dodged a bullet
I heard it whizzing by
I just dodged a bullet
I’m one lucky guy
The call was close but adios
Sayonara and then some
I just dodged a bullet
So where did this blood
come from?

We’ve had some good
times –Yeah
And it’s been fun –Yeah?
But now that your sober I
find that we’ve grown apart
Baby, it ain’t you
–Ah, not this line…
No really, Sugar, it’s me
–that’s the one!
I need some space so I can
suffer for my art

I just dodged a bullet
It’s a dangerous locale
I just dodged a bullet
I’m one lucky gal
The call was close but adios
See ya later and then some
I just dodged a bullet
So where did this bloodcome
from?

Bawlin’ brawlin’.
Police callin’.
Neighbors poundin’
on the wall
Hearts breakin’, achin’.
Long nights awake
I guess I’ll miss you after all

I just dodged a bullet
Love’s a loaded gun
I just dodged a bullet
I’m the lucky one
The call was close but adios
See ya later and then some
I just dodged a bullet
So where did this blood
come from?

Push Me Away

Written By: Maurice Tani

Push me away
Hold my love at bay
Make me lose before I win
Push me away then pull me in

Crack that window
Get some air flowing into to this room
Oh my skin glows
From my head down to my toes
-with a rosy bloom

Peel those sheets back
Try a new tack
Take one on the chin
Push me away
Push me away
Push me away
-Then pull me in

Don’t make this easy
I don’t know what I’d do with easy
Better to tease me
–and lead me astray
It’s a secret you should know
In the best scenario
To pull me in –Push me away

Get Up

Written By: Maurice Tani

When I was young – I found a drug
It was stronger than coke or any heroin blush
And it was free – what a buzz
Nothing could top that adrenaline rush

Use a left – use a right
There’s a rush with a punch thrown with all of your might
A painter paints – A poet writes
We all do what we can but a fighter just fights

Get up – Or stay down
If you can get to your feet, we can go another round
It ain’t the belt - or the crown
It’s the thrill of putting you back on the ground

I met a girl – We fell in love
And for the love of that woman, I put down the gloves
But there’s a fire – I don’t speak of
Something so base, I’ll never rise above

Get up – Or stay down
If you can get to your feet, we can go another round
It ain’t pride - or profound
It’s the thrill of putting you back on the ground

There’s always one – in every crowd
Usually blitzed, obnoxious and loud
He wants his shot – Though he’s plowed
To be a big man and make his drunken friends proud

I look at her – she looks at me
and I can see in her eyes, she’s wondren', “What’s it gonna be?”

Fire On The Mountain

Written By: Maurice Tani

There’s a fire on the mountain
And it’ll be here by the break of day
There’s a fire on the mountain
Grab what you can carry away

Grab the baby. Grab the cash.
Grab the photos. Grab the stash.
Grab the beauty. Grab the grace.
Grab the things you can’t replace

Chorus

Grab the memories. Grab the vision.
Grab your illusions. Grab your religion.
Grab your history. Grab your past.
Grab the things you think will last.

Grab the clubs – Grab the diamonds.
Grab the Fillmore and the Ryman
Grab tradition, superstition, intuition, inhibition
Grab the Martin and the Tele
to your soft white underbelly
Down the back stairs in the night air.
Can you hear it comin’ there there there’s a fire….

Grab the here. Grab the now.
Grab the know. Grab the how.
Grab the sweat. Grab the tears.
Grab the things that disappear.

Discography

The Crown & The Crow's Confession (2011) -WIR0110
Hammer & Tongs (2008) -WIR0108
Sirens (2005) -WIR0105